<?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-9504201</id><updated>2011-07-09T02:01:01.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asfixiado</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>743</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4731177705884997552</id><published>2010-06-04T05:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T05:30:53.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blog. Your owner is back. Poo to insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have been happening in the past few months or so. Too much drama for a simple person like me. Haha. Of course not everything happening is bad. July is a happy month for me, but all the preparation is killing me. It’s now me against time. Actually I just need a kick-ass seamstress to make me a pretty dress lah. Haha. And flowers and hair and make-up later, then I can breathe. But these things sound easier said then done ok! I’m particular about such things, and I’m not willing to pay copious amounts for it or it’ll bound to make tubs sweat. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Kailing to her outdoor photo shoot the other day. I was dish-of-the-day I swear. It was a fucking mosquito feeding frenzy in damn hot weather. I wonder how tubs and I are gonna cope when our time comes. We’re both not big on insects and the mad Singapore sun. Other than that, it was a real tiring process. And out of all of us, I should be the least tired because I only joined them after their indoor photo shoot, I stayed in the car most of the time, I didn’t have to do any posing, and I definitely didn’t have to run around in a gown that weighs a ton. So kudos to Kailing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am not working for the last company anymore. Like I told everyone, I can talk a whole load of bullshit, but when people try to make use of me, they can go fuck themselves. This is such a long story that I have no idea how I’m gonna put everything down, but it’s too wasted not to give this story it’s deserving place on my blog. Maybe I’ll dedicate the entire next post to this story. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened did not involve me. That’s if I’m being selective and narrowing down to the main people involved lah. Cos if not, it pretty much involves everyone in one way or another I guess. I’ve got not much to say about it, but I think it’s a waste things turned this ugly, but I also understand that people have to do what they have to do. I wouldn’t want everyone to pretend to be okay when everyone knows otherwise. I wish that through this incident, when everyone has cooled down, that they can reflect on it all with a open mind, and learn from it. At the end of the day, I wish that everyone looks deep inside themselves, and be true to themselves. For some things, it doesn’t matter what others say or think, but all you need is to be answerable to yourself. It sucks to be misunderstood, but most importantly is to have a clear conscience, because it is yourself you have to live with for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I’m waiting for both Jes and Jane to finish their exams. I miss them girlies! Thanks Jane for finding time to do a buffet steamboat dinner/pukefest with me the other day, and I can’t wait to meet Jes-可-以-借-我-lighter-please-吗 tomorrow after her final paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt; Both the ezlink advert and the Gatsby one pisses the hell outta me. But any publicity is good publicity, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPS&lt;/strong&gt; Fun fact of the day: Yuan can’t pronounce ‘shrimp’ HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PPPS&lt;/strong&gt; I can't be bothered to post HK pics or Melb pics anymore. They're on my FB anyways. But here are 2 photos for the fuck of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you spot I ♥ Marlboro Menthol Lights? Haha. How the ash formed this way, I have no idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/TAgc_47l7SI/AAAAAAAADwo/PZwZfmkhPw8/s1600/P1030750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478660830635879714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/TAgc_47l7SI/AAAAAAAADwo/PZwZfmkhPw8/s400/P1030750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is long overdue. Thank YOU for the Steve Maddens. Love 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/TAgeVDuTvBI/AAAAAAAADww/tivV4pB2vp0/s1600/P1030679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478662293821832210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/TAgeVDuTvBI/AAAAAAAADww/tivV4pB2vp0/s400/P1030679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/TAgceVtkSsI/AAAAAAAADwg/PfAGv-BTIIA/s1600/P1030679.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4731177705884997552?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4731177705884997552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4731177705884997552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/TAgc_47l7SI/AAAAAAAADwo/PZwZfmkhPw8/s72-c/P1030750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-8750385682338516821</id><published>2010-03-18T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:16:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. Here I am again after forsaking my blog for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;1. I’m working now (yah I can hear a chorus of ‘Finally!’ going round.. Whatever people!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Which means I’ve been staying at Glenn’s since starting work&lt;br /&gt;3. Which means I have no car&lt;br /&gt;4. Which means I’m very much more domesticated&lt;br /&gt;5. Which leads to me realizing one thing - I can’t do without a car&lt;br /&gt;6. Which means hopefully next month I can buy a car&lt;br /&gt;7. Which doesn’t mean I’m earning a lot - in fact, I’m grossly overworked and underpaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that’s not much of an update but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! You learn something new about me everyday - now I am able to sleep before 1am. Isn’t that wonderful news? Whatever happened to sleepless in siglap eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there is one big reason owing to today’s post. But I shall not go into details cos I don’t like to be an outright bitchat times, but I so need to bitch. So I’m torn. It’s too public here, but it is my personal space eventually. Contradictions are such a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I decided that tomorrow I’m meeting my lovlies. And as for my bitches and Jes dear, we never seem to have too much of a problem setting aside time for each other. So details details details shall come first hand from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna say is sometimes, people should learn how to reflect. And put themselves in others’ shoes. And generally be nicer human beings. I think basic things like these go a very long way for their own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had more than a few people say that I’m asking for it. But I went ahead with it anyways. And I’ll try to make the best out of it. And I hope my patience stretches abit longer. Or else it’ll turn very ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, tubs and I finally got a flat. And that’s like after the government sucked us of so much money. Finally! Happy to have a place of my own, but not that trilled with the waiting time and the size of the house. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other things to update but I’m not gonna do it today. So many things, so little time. When I’m free, I’ll post all the pictures - I know I’m still owing Phuket and Melbourne pics. And then there’s Hong Kong pictures. Yup Hong Kong. It was a last minute decision for everyone to go Hong Kong together as Grandma’s birthday celebration so about 20 of us ended up going Hong Kong for the weekend. Yup, just Friday to Sunday. It was a fab trip, especially since we haven’t all traveled together since grandpa passed away and Hong Kong is like a second home to us anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K people. Gotta run! Til the next post~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I miss everyone sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS Everyone keep yourselves free in July =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-8750385682338516821?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8750385682338516821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8750385682338516821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-5147715455657243179</id><published>2010-01-04T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:12:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwHLoXcBI/AAAAAAAADt4/LGpkfd6r0HY/s1600-h/P1020276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422879432502636562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwHLoXcBI/AAAAAAAADt4/LGpkfd6r0HY/s400/P1020276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Boys for supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwHd3Uw1I/AAAAAAAADuA/wgFYeR6Xbss/s1600-h/2010-01-03+Macs,+Fat+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422879437397214034" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwHd3Uw1I/AAAAAAAADuA/wgFYeR6Xbss/s400/2010-01-03+Macs,+Fat+Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 cups of Frolick, 3 different sizes later, we realised that not only are the small and medium cup sizes about the same, they give about the same serving amount in the big cup as the small and medium cups. Quite a con job, maybe it was just the crappy server, but we still love out Frolick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwGl8O0YI/AAAAAAAADtw/XkBAyXzcrz8/s1600-h/P1020275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422879422385410434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwGl8O0YI/AAAAAAAADtw/XkBAyXzcrz8/s400/P1020275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frolick Yakult Grape flavour. And we were still reminiscing of the exact flavoured Mr Softee the day before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HuJ4-TZtI/AAAAAAAADtQ/OqReYG2MvFo/s1600-h/P1020243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422877280010725074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HuJ4-TZtI/AAAAAAAADtQ/OqReYG2MvFo/s400/P1020243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook out at Glenn's. What a feast and it was oh so yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HuKPjcyNI/AAAAAAAADtY/Ji-5S1Fkp5A/s1600-h/2010-01-01+New+Year%27s+2010+Frolick,+Cook+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422877286072109266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HuKPjcyNI/AAAAAAAADtY/Ji-5S1Fkp5A/s400/2010-01-01+New+Year%27s+2010+Frolick,+Cook+Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HtdILs8EI/AAAAAAAADtA/SzUi4y22VdE/s1600-h/P1020230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422876510999343170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HtdILs8EI/AAAAAAAADtA/SzUi4y22VdE/s400/P1020230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsrXuzThI/AAAAAAAADsY/nDJw5Owe300/s1600-h/P1020209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422875656179633682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsrXuzThI/AAAAAAAADsY/nDJw5Owe300/s400/P1020209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HuJVi30bI/AAAAAAAADtI/0lIgbS9zR3w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422877270500430258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HuJVi30bI/AAAAAAAADtI/0lIgbS9zR3w/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HtcrWthMI/AAAAAAAADs4/PlGbotigHcs/s1600-h/P1020228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422876503260890306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HtcrWthMI/AAAAAAAADs4/PlGbotigHcs/s400/P1020228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HtcOVJmTI/AAAAAAAADsw/_RXRDE4cQeQ/s1600-h/P1020227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422876495469713714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HtcOVJmTI/AAAAAAAADsw/_RXRDE4cQeQ/s400/P1020227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HssI-re-I/AAAAAAAADso/8-Z2ZTiaXAY/s1600-h/P1020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422875669399567330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HssI-re-I/AAAAAAAADso/8-Z2ZTiaXAY/s400/P1020222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0Hsr-WijsI/AAAAAAAADsg/kH4S-zkAskE/s1600-h/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422875666546855618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0Hsr-WijsI/AAAAAAAADsg/kH4S-zkAskE/s400/P1020219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orchard with Mel and her caption for this photo which she posted on FB reads 'Meet my hooker cousin Jassie'. I did not wear this out BTW. We were just fooling around and trying on everything at Ion. Thanks Mel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0Hr_tP06vI/AAAAAAAADr4/koW387K73wU/s1600-h/19651_259709846270_615406270_4842908_2130433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874906041051890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0Hr_tP06vI/AAAAAAAADr4/koW387K73wU/s400/19651_259709846270_615406270_4842908_2130433_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while we were walking around Mandarin Gallery, we were stopped and given vouchers. Woo Hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsAS4qrdI/AAAAAAAADsI/int4L7jes9g/s1600-h/2009-12-30+Ion+with+Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874916144459218" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsAS4qrdI/AAAAAAAADsI/int4L7jes9g/s400/2009-12-30+Ion+with+Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gift from Jes. Punggol Parked with Jes, Ah Hoe and Tubs at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsABl22yI/AAAAAAAADsA/35Yf9Stz7gI/s1600-h/P1020186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874911502162722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsABl22yI/AAAAAAAADsA/35Yf9Stz7gI/s400/P1020186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Shou Korean BBQ Buffet with my lovelies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsAjH64eI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ylaUgU-gakI/s1600-h/20070_265058211489_542281489_5052831_6085751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874920503402978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HsAjH64eI/AAAAAAAADsQ/ylaUgU-gakI/s400/20070_265058211489_542281489_5052831_6085751_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HvOP5YiII/AAAAAAAADtg/1wAKyIU64xo/s1600-h/2009-12-25+Xmas+Gifts+From+Others.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422878454395209858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HvOP5YiII/AAAAAAAADtg/1wAKyIU64xo/s400/2009-12-25+Xmas+Gifts+From+Others.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2010 everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so looking forward to Phuket that's gonna be here in a blink on an eye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-5147715455657243179?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5147715455657243179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5147715455657243179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-january-macs-for-breakfast-fat-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/S0HwHLoXcBI/AAAAAAAADt4/LGpkfd6r0HY/s72-c/P1020276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-753263210627633233</id><published>2009-12-29T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:28:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven’t been blogging much and hopefully it’ll be more than a post of picture updates once a month. Haha. Been too busy to blog but what I’m busy with, I have no idea. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is just about to be over in a blink of an eye. This year, baby Shania, baby Ellie and baby Tiara were born, I went to Melbourne with tubs (I know I haven’t posted the pics yet. Haha), there were a whole load of fab birthday celebrations, Tricia went to Melbourne to study, Darren got married and so did 2 other people very close to my heart, amongst other events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so happy events, I shall not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn’t a bad year, it could have been worse so I shall not complain too much, but at the same time, it could have been a lot better too. It was a year which seemed very stagnant and stable on the surface, but was tumultuous deep within me, bringing me to the brink more than a few times. Many times, I questioned myself and was still unable to find answers. Sometimes, I had to fight temptation and squelch the devils in me threatening to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year I lacked happiness. I wasn’t full blown miserable or anything as people can tell, but it was the kind of happiness I needed for myself, to feed my soul. Not the kind of happiness when I’m out having fun. I think at certain points when my happiness level took a dip, it was such an immense feeling of emptiness and near giving up that there is absolutely not a single person I can think of that is worth my time of the day at all. I think this year I emptied out. I am unable to give as I used to give anymore. But how can I give when there are no returns? When there’s no input, there is no output. I’m done being nice, I’m done being patient, I’m done being sensitive while the world just steps all over you and then suddenly, the world turns around, points at you, and faults you for changing. Well, it’s not my fault when my good deeds are being taken granted for and I’m not being treated like I deserve back in return right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish myself happiness for 2010. I still love everyone but 2010 is gonna be all about me first cos I think it’s long overdue. It’s time I get myself some happiness. Something so simple, so basic, so easy for me to give out without a care in the world, this year, that’s what I’m gonna give myself =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-753263210627633233?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/753263210627633233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/753263210627633233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-much-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-6863884711850201458</id><published>2009-12-29T01:16:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:38:17.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;26 december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day Party @ Tanglin CC with Tub's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjwvxVlQ0I/AAAAAAAADrw/gN-p8CRp3qE/s1600-h/19569_1304095249132_1433013738_2392886_8380431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346855028769602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjwvxVlQ0I/AAAAAAAADrw/gN-p8CRp3qE/s400/19569_1304095249132_1433013738_2392886_8380431_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjwf_mrNNI/AAAAAAAADro/e2hFtuLljK8/s1600-h/19569_1304094209106_1433013738_2392861_2564310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346583980651730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjwf_mrNNI/AAAAAAAADro/e2hFtuLljK8/s400/19569_1304094209106_1433013738_2392861_2564310_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjwerVxp6I/AAAAAAAADrY/DswYuyr2AZo/s1600-h/19569_1304094129104_1433013738_2392859_2714951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346561361192866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjwerVxp6I/AAAAAAAADrY/DswYuyr2AZo/s400/19569_1304094129104_1433013738_2392859_2714951_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjwfc99TSI/AAAAAAAADrg/qZiRuNy0IUg/s1600-h/19569_1304094169105_1433013738_2392860_415505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346574683065634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjwfc99TSI/AAAAAAAADrg/qZiRuNy0IUg/s400/19569_1304094169105_1433013738_2392860_415505_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjweEoww8I/AAAAAAAADrQ/BfAU8NcVgCE/s1600-h/19569_1304093049077_1433013738_2392833_7278273_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346550971843522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjweEoww8I/AAAAAAAADrQ/BfAU8NcVgCE/s400/19569_1304093049077_1433013738_2392833_7278273_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjwdp44KpI/AAAAAAAADrI/x72ci6H63f4/s1600-h/19569_1304092769070_1433013738_2392827_3245503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346543791680146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjwdp44KpI/AAAAAAAADrI/x72ci6H63f4/s400/19569_1304092769070_1433013738_2392827_3245503_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X'mas Celebration @ Mel's with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjts59u3HI/AAAAAAAADno/FqbyKZu4eNs/s1600-h/P1020055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343507270163570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjts59u3HI/AAAAAAAADno/FqbyKZu4eNs/s400/P1020055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjttnhJkxI/AAAAAAAADn4/O2Vhj0TKepY/s1600-h/P1020061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343519498310418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjttnhJkxI/AAAAAAAADn4/O2Vhj0TKepY/s400/P1020061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjttD8mbKI/AAAAAAAADnw/0wpJ0_f6eM0/s1600-h/P1020058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343509949770914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjttD8mbKI/AAAAAAAADnw/0wpJ0_f6eM0/s400/P1020058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuGEN-OgI/AAAAAAAADog/ZG_ByONiNp4/s1600-h/P1020076e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343939519363586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuGEN-OgI/AAAAAAAADog/ZG_ByONiNp4/s400/P1020076e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtuGrn8JI/AAAAAAAADoI/50Bwu75fg40/s1600-h/P1020066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343527863742610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtuGrn8JI/AAAAAAAADoI/50Bwu75fg40/s400/P1020066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjulaos9QI/AAAAAAAADpA/xSLA_-FKoQk/s1600-h/P1020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420344478113002754" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuFn1C3VI/AAAAAAAADoQ/9yT_XwNQfpU/s400/P1020072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuGgzm7lI/AAAAAAAADow/1wEZcLDszT4/s1600-h/P1020081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420343947193413202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuGgzm7lI/AAAAAAAADow/1wEZcLDszT4/s400/P1020081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjulAAytSI/AAAAAAAADo4/tg4_iXodNUc/s1600-h/P1020082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420344470966285602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjulAAytSI/AAAAAAAADo4/tg4_iXodNUc/s400/P1020082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvHAoLOwI/AAAAAAAADpo/yJKoa9Ahiu0/s1600-h/P1020110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345055247022850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvHAoLOwI/AAAAAAAADpo/yJKoa9Ahiu0/s400/P1020110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjumF23vMI/AAAAAAAADpQ/B0lD9XDBA3o/s1600-h/P1020098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420344489715154114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjumF23vMI/AAAAAAAADpQ/B0lD9XDBA3o/s400/P1020098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjumQ7cxnI/AAAAAAAADpY/Al0mAL5FiTo/s1600-h/P1020102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420344492687148658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjumQ7cxnI/AAAAAAAADpY/Al0mAL5FiTo/s400/P1020102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuloM2rqI/AAAAAAAADpI/6vH4nUyd05A/s1600-h/P1020097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420344481754295970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjuloM2rqI/AAAAAAAADpI/6vH4nUyd05A/s400/P1020097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvGp1T_kI/AAAAAAAADpg/K1mdsUZtqe8/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345049128107586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvGp1T_kI/AAAAAAAADpg/K1mdsUZtqe8/s400/P1020105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvHfGht6I/AAAAAAAADpw/-BLZ6eAxkg8/s1600-h/P1020116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345063427389346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvHfGht6I/AAAAAAAADpw/-BLZ6eAxkg8/s400/P1020116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvH0RGY6I/AAAAAAAADqA/DC7g7heE0_4/s1600-h/P1020136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345069108880290" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvH0RGY6I/AAAAAAAADqA/DC7g7heE0_4/s400/P1020136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvnoNCRJI/AAAAAAAADqQ/QWyTEh4OoWI/s1600-h/P1020150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345615626421394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvnoNCRJI/AAAAAAAADqQ/QWyTEh4OoWI/s400/P1020150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvoPFOIPI/AAAAAAAADqY/bCLv3R2f3yY/s1600-h/P1020152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345626062627058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvoPFOIPI/AAAAAAAADqY/bCLv3R2f3yY/s400/P1020152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjv9tOp-kI/AAAAAAAADq4/PS4-nrbninA/s1600-h/P1020169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345994932517442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjv9tOp-kI/AAAAAAAADq4/PS4-nrbninA/s400/P1020169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjv9wR0bTI/AAAAAAAADrA/RAaS3nkhTPQ/s1600-h/P1020170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345995751091506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjv9wR0bTI/AAAAAAAADrA/RAaS3nkhTPQ/s400/P1020170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjv9H-hRWI/AAAAAAAADqw/D2vsSw9GvKU/s1600-h/P1020167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345984932726114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjv9H-hRWI/AAAAAAAADqw/D2vsSw9GvKU/s400/P1020167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvoqHsxoI/AAAAAAAADqo/5d9GZ5tmf1c/s1600-h/P1020166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345633320781442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvoqHsxoI/AAAAAAAADqo/5d9GZ5tmf1c/s400/P1020166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvoRdxDHI/AAAAAAAADqg/Swlm5oO_1Ok/s1600-h/P1020163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345626702449778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvoRdxDHI/AAAAAAAADqg/Swlm5oO_1Ok/s400/P1020163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjvnd4aM1I/AAAAAAAADqI/uKdiLA5fa7Y/s1600-h/P1020145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345612855554898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjvnd4aM1I/AAAAAAAADqI/uKdiLA5fa7Y/s400/P1020145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvHgwgAII/AAAAAAAADp4/Dm0Dzk9kGE0/s1600-h/P1020123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345063871873154" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjvHgwgAII/AAAAAAAADp4/Dm0Dzk9kGE0/s400/P1020123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas at Tub's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtCbAXkbI/AAAAAAAADng/Q6sMQdEy9k8/s1600-h/17869_1302674973626_1433013738_2387871_3623139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342777405215154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtCbAXkbI/AAAAAAAADng/Q6sMQdEy9k8/s400/17869_1302674973626_1433013738_2387871_3623139_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtCAVnL8I/AAAAAAAADnY/hN95j8eNjI4/s1600-h/17869_1302682253808_1433013738_2387919_5424907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342770246561730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtCAVnL8I/AAAAAAAADnY/hN95j8eNjI4/s400/17869_1302682253808_1433013738_2387919_5424907_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtBh3s8VI/AAAAAAAADnQ/SRRzu5K_1xA/s1600-h/17869_1302675333635_1433013738_2387880_2975487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342762068046162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjtBh3s8VI/AAAAAAAADnQ/SRRzu5K_1xA/s400/17869_1302675333635_1433013738_2387880_2975487_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjskEQsPEI/AAAAAAAADnI/8iCCbkf3xIE/s1600-h/17869_1302675013627_1433013738_2387872_2047819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342255903587394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjskEQsPEI/AAAAAAAADnI/8iCCbkf3xIE/s400/17869_1302675013627_1433013738_2387872_2047819_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjsjjV8BtI/AAAAAAAADnA/Y0LKZP8XTjA/s1600-h/17153_396827585172_589580172_10415191_5158434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342247067223762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjsjjV8BtI/AAAAAAAADnA/Y0LKZP8XTjA/s400/17153_396827585172_589580172_10415191_5158434_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjsjcTjySI/AAAAAAAADm4/SkVaL642qvU/s1600-h/17153_396826935172_589580172_10415187_1086431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342245178198306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjsjcTjySI/AAAAAAAADm4/SkVaL642qvU/s400/17153_396826935172_589580172_10415187_1086431_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjsjLHsNnI/AAAAAAAADmw/li7nySXt-wo/s1600-h/22353_392098165172_589580172_10358401_2876903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342240565016178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjsjLHsNnI/AAAAAAAADmw/li7nySXt-wo/s400/22353_392098165172_589580172_10358401_2876903_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjsi1E7FAI/AAAAAAAADmo/iRo_xn3Nlfg/s1600-h/P1020042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420342234647827458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjsi1E7FAI/AAAAAAAADmo/iRo_xn3Nlfg/s400/P1020042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shangri-La dinner with Tub's family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrkjY4JMI/AAAAAAAADmg/8XhgQBbUFTk/s1600-h/17869_1299456813174_1433013738_2380344_7418923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420341164747793602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrkjY4JMI/AAAAAAAADmg/8XhgQBbUFTk/s400/17869_1299456813174_1433013738_2380344_7418923_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas cupcakes for the Bday boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrSYcQynI/AAAAAAAADmY/neQ-KGlyznc/s1600-h/P1020015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340852571556466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrSYcQynI/AAAAAAAADmY/neQ-KGlyznc/s400/P1020015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrR0yGe1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/4S5AJHE-Nmc/s1600-h/P1020008e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340842999479122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrR0yGe1I/AAAAAAAADmQ/4S5AJHE-Nmc/s400/P1020008e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrRoBdiiI/AAAAAAAADmI/dA_sTqVB_g0/s1600-h/P1020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340839574243874" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjrRoBdiiI/AAAAAAAADmI/dA_sTqVB_g0/s400/P1020006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadpoles and Frog Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjq0ZSNb5I/AAAAAAAADmA/9JQd_BfwEuI/s1600-h/P1020020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340337401753490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjq0ZSNb5I/AAAAAAAADmA/9JQd_BfwEuI/s400/P1020020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning snack, Morning hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjqz9Pqn2I/AAAAAAAADl4/xV_6sIwP3n4/s1600-h/P1020003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340329874890594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjqz9Pqn2I/AAAAAAAADl4/xV_6sIwP3n4/s400/P1020003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 december&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking Night Out with Glenn's cousin who came over from down under. First to Clarke Quay then to Dempsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjqWTAoLRI/AAAAAAAADlo/VthPODBvFN0/s1600-h/P1010995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339820321320210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjqWTAoLRI/AAAAAAAADlo/VthPODBvFN0/s400/P1010995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjpugG0WQI/AAAAAAAADlg/qls_Ur2zRno/s1600-h/P1010987e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339136642177282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjpugG0WQI/AAAAAAAADlg/qls_Ur2zRno/s400/P1010987e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjpuPvUznI/AAAAAAAADlY/kYXs0GccD2M/s1600-h/P1010983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339132248673906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjpuPvUznI/AAAAAAAADlY/kYXs0GccD2M/s400/P1010983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjqWyC_VeI/AAAAAAAADlw/vXBJtyPY3rw/s1600-h/P1010999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339828652725730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjqWyC_VeI/AAAAAAAADlw/vXBJtyPY3rw/s400/P1010999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house along East Coast Road was really having the Christmas spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjpCGtvk5I/AAAAAAAADlQ/bXbmU6E-6b8/s1600-h/P1010975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420338373911876498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjpCGtvk5I/AAAAAAAADlQ/bXbmU6E-6b8/s400/P1010975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Feasting @ Holland V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjo0DHnifI/AAAAAAAADlI/CZdo4BofJIA/s1600-h/2009-12-18+Holland+V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420338132428491250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Szjo0DHnifI/AAAAAAAADlI/CZdo4BofJIA/s400/2009-12-18+Holland+V.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to me -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjodQ6T2QI/AAAAAAAADlA/HyFdvuF_Cx8/s1600-h/P1010956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337740993779970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjodQ6T2QI/AAAAAAAADlA/HyFdvuF_Cx8/s400/P1010956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One night while tubs and I decided to have pancakes and wine for supper... we found help in the form of... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjoLfmRRjI/AAAAAAAADk4/w3CgROXeXXo/s1600-h/P1010936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337435698611762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjoLfmRRjI/AAAAAAAADk4/w3CgROXeXXo/s400/P1010936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-6863884711850201458?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6863884711850201458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6863884711850201458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/12/26-december-boxing-day-party-tanglin-cc.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SzjwvxVlQ0I/AAAAAAAADrw/gN-p8CRp3qE/s72-c/19569_1304095249132_1433013738_2392886_8380431_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-9036849236000215634</id><published>2009-12-01T22:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:40:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some long overdue pictures. I know. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; My dear god-daughter Tiara's Full Month Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUtTToEcaI/AAAAAAAADUI/RNTzeuH-uLE/s1600/2009-11-29+Tiara+Full+Month+Celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410280337064620450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUtTToEcaI/AAAAAAAADUI/RNTzeuH-uLE/s400/2009-11-29+Tiara+Full+Month+Celebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty skies while on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs3LBzfMI/AAAAAAAADUA/TTrMFHHnNe4/s1600/P1010850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410279853720304834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs3LBzfMI/AAAAAAAADUA/TTrMFHHnNe4/s400/P1010850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 &amp;amp; 28 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; KL, Malacca Roadtrip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq9kMUeeI/AAAAAAAADSo/3CxV714muzk/s1600/P1010804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410277764531255778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq9kMUeeI/AAAAAAAADSo/3CxV714muzk/s400/P1010804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq83cU6pI/AAAAAAAADSY/1tAsrBzz4jY/s1600/P1010800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410277752518797970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq83cU6pI/AAAAAAAADSY/1tAsrBzz4jY/s400/P1010800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq9Q2IvHI/AAAAAAAADSg/7JWTRbDSU28/s1600/P1010801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410277759337938034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq9Q2IvHI/AAAAAAAADSg/7JWTRbDSU28/s400/P1010801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr2bxmsfI/AAAAAAAADTY/ZKgNEYAPfic/s1600/P1010831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410278741524263410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr2bxmsfI/AAAAAAAADTY/ZKgNEYAPfic/s400/P1010831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Shell we went to uses a make shift cashier tended by 2 old men and they decided we'll be their last customers cos they were sleepy and wanted to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr1rSTE0I/AAAAAAAADTQ/mVgx5loZ6RU/s1600/P1010828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410278728508052290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr1rSTE0I/AAAAAAAADTQ/mVgx5loZ6RU/s400/P1010828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown til move off, Countdown til stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs2WmiI1I/AAAAAAAADTw/TYaSDuyKZfs/s1600/2009-11-27-28+KL,+Malacca+Roadtrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410279839647277906" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs2WmiI1I/AAAAAAAADTw/TYaSDuyKZfs/s400/2009-11-27-28+KL,+Malacca+Roadtrip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old skool kopi tiam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs2xLd9DI/AAAAAAAADT4/RsXw4FiSqVg/s1600/2009-11-27-28+KL,+Malacca+Roadtrip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410279846781514802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs2xLd9DI/AAAAAAAADT4/RsXw4FiSqVg/s400/2009-11-27-28+KL,+Malacca+Roadtrip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating our dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs1zTwyxI/AAAAAAAADTo/YgF3Wl-aFaM/s1600/12144_219215851270_615406270_4607688_7084324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410279830173305618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs1zTwyxI/AAAAAAAADTo/YgF3Wl-aFaM/s400/12144_219215851270_615406270_4607688_7084324_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq-IXesWI/AAAAAAAADSw/wDPVAMmwi_s/s1600/P1010807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410277774241739106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq-IXesWI/AAAAAAAADSw/wDPVAMmwi_s/s400/P1010807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr0pcjzbI/AAAAAAAADS4/q6O02S7CSpU/s1600/P1010812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410278710834351538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr0pcjzbI/AAAAAAAADS4/q6O02S7CSpU/s400/P1010812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr00dIH7I/AAAAAAAADTA/Cq6zoW_LLlA/s1600/P1010814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410278713789521842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr00dIH7I/AAAAAAAADTA/Cq6zoW_LLlA/s400/P1010814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs1jOSbBI/AAAAAAAADTg/NL4K20HLBPU/s1600/12144_219215236270_615406270_4607682_6218133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410279825855376402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUs1jOSbBI/AAAAAAAADTg/NL4K20HLBPU/s400/12144_219215236270_615406270_4607682_6218133_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr1e7cq0I/AAAAAAAADTI/5jiqx672_gA/s1600/P1010816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410278725190986562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUr1e7cq0I/AAAAAAAADTI/5jiqx672_gA/s400/P1010816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; My artistic birthday cake from my bitches whom I had dinner with at XDL. Jane decided to drift and therefore my cake decided to fan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq8gDqFYI/AAAAAAAADSQ/AxM3wFkzWi0/s1600/P1010782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410277746241312130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUq8gDqFYI/AAAAAAAADSQ/AxM3wFkzWi0/s400/P1010782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; Spent the day thrift store shopping with Mel and we ended up with many sweet deals and finished the day with Frolick. Shiokness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpyWyd0pI/AAAAAAAADSI/1fUxFlQKAG8/s1600/2009-11-25+Frolick,+Thrift+Stores+Shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410276472442966674" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpyWyd0pI/AAAAAAAADSI/1fUxFlQKAG8/s400/2009-11-25+Frolick,+Thrift+Stores+Shopping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; Chatter, laughter, drinks, ciggies &amp;amp; a brownie topped with ice cream at Happy Daze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpyKvvY9I/AAAAAAAADSA/7tg1pjkCvXU/s1600/P1010762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410276469210309586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpyKvvY9I/AAAAAAAADSA/7tg1pjkCvXU/s400/P1010762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner with Jane at Fin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpxY7YQkI/AAAAAAAADRw/MWFnn6JLVfI/s1600/P1010698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410276455837352514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpxY7YQkI/AAAAAAAADRw/MWFnn6JLVfI/s400/P1010698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410276443120308130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpwpjZj6I/AAAAAAAADRo/JOsjL-VciIQ/s400/2009-11-20+Dinner+With+Jane+%40+Fin+Marina+Square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; Dinner with Jane at Sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpxtAu0SI/AAAAAAAADR4/QuXCln48fho/s1600/P1010689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410276461228511522" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUpxtAu0SI/AAAAAAAADR4/QuXCln48fho/s400/P1010689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; My birthday celebration with my lovelies at Sun with Moon&lt;br /&gt;Just some of the food ordered~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410274943990136546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoZY26fuI/AAAAAAAADRQ/QwhfhPggcNU/s400/P1010666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm8ucBAcI/AAAAAAAADQw/h2NV35ImESA/s1600/P1010664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273352055062978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm8ucBAcI/AAAAAAAADQw/h2NV35ImESA/s400/P1010664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoZNQx_jI/AAAAAAAADRI/D0vMIJg6CLU/s1600/15545_324856315653_852520653_9707009_3101964_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410274940877405746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoZNQx_jI/AAAAAAAADRI/D0vMIJg6CLU/s400/15545_324856315653_852520653_9707009_3101964_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm9GA5-ZI/AAAAAAAADQ4/_iqPC8IgA74/s1600/15545_324856330653_852520653_9707012_6793833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273358383806866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm9GA5-ZI/AAAAAAAADQ4/_iqPC8IgA74/s400/15545_324856330653_852520653_9707012_6793833_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoY76VU9I/AAAAAAAADRA/9sWyoejtFvU/s1600/15545_324856325653_852520653_9707011_335375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410274936219849682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoY76VU9I/AAAAAAAADRA/9sWyoejtFvU/s400/15545_324856325653_852520653_9707011_335375_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My present from the gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm8GlGjRI/AAAAAAAADQo/LHcbnLsOuHo/s1600/16154_212903800151_768525151_4166727_719625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273341355756818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm8GlGjRI/AAAAAAAADQo/LHcbnLsOuHo/s400/16154_212903800151_768525151_4166727_719625_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you my lovelies~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoZzRYm1I/AAAAAAAADRY/r8w6nLVZYgo/s1600/15741_339383510186_649220186_9953315_2543399_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410274951080483666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoZzRYm1I/AAAAAAAADRY/r8w6nLVZYgo/s400/15741_339383510186_649220186_9953315_2543399_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoac3wo9I/AAAAAAAADRg/JDORnFVNYU0/s1600/2009-11-18+Sun+With+Moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410274962247295954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUoac3wo9I/AAAAAAAADRg/JDORnFVNYU0/s400/2009-11-18+Sun+With+Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; My birthday present from Mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*beams* Thank you cuzzie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm72rNnzI/AAAAAAAADQg/fCxfgy9lGuw/s1600/P1010655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273337086418738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm72rNnzI/AAAAAAAADQg/fCxfgy9lGuw/s400/P1010655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; My birthday dinner with the family at Ricciotti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm7V5ml7I/AAAAAAAADQY/-CRUYowQFKc/s1600/P1010631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410273328288405426" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUm7V5ml7I/AAAAAAAADQY/-CRUYowQFKc/s400/P1010631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlIyAoyaI/AAAAAAAADQQ/PzpOfcaWpJU/s1600/P1010627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271360149146018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlIyAoyaI/AAAAAAAADQQ/PzpOfcaWpJU/s400/P1010627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; My birthday dinner with Tubs, Alex &amp;amp; Mel at Jang Shou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner was a little tire drama. Then it was back to tub's place where I got my birthday cake - Pancakes with B&amp;amp;J's Chunky Monkey. Yums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlIm2vqwI/AAAAAAAADQI/93iZnFCZ8NY/s1600/2009-11-15+Bday+With+Alex+%26+Mel+%40+Katong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271357154863874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlIm2vqwI/AAAAAAAADQI/93iZnFCZ8NY/s400/2009-11-15+Bday+With+Alex+%26+Mel+%40+Katong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Nov -&lt;/strong&gt; Chix's birthday lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlICd3ZpI/AAAAAAAADQA/9kNpGfd6meQ/s1600/2009-11-04+Chix+26th+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271347386836626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlICd3ZpI/AAAAAAAADQA/9kNpGfd6meQ/s400/2009-11-04+Chix+26th+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlHhkVT7I/AAAAAAAADP4/rjinTeaksSA/s1600/P1000746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271338555592626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlHhkVT7I/AAAAAAAADP4/rjinTeaksSA/s400/P1000746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Oct -&lt;/strong&gt; Gong Wen's farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group pic at Settler's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlHNi-zlI/AAAAAAAADPw/nF53gNR4o-Y/s1600/13033_202904666489_542281489_4587570_6795452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410271333181214290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUlHNi-zlI/AAAAAAAADPw/nF53gNR4o-Y/s400/13033_202904666489_542281489_4587570_6795452_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-9036849236000215634?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/9036849236000215634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/9036849236000215634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-long-overdue-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SxUtTToEcaI/AAAAAAAADUI/RNTzeuH-uLE/s72-c/2009-11-29+Tiara+Full+Month+Celebration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7953818692061682238</id><published>2009-10-27T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:29:32.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sian. When I was in KL 2 weeks ago, I didn't manage to catch PVD when he was right there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubZbSDmLTI/AAAAAAAADPo/MA0oVvBIcno/s1600-h/pvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397240266176736562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubZbSDmLTI/AAAAAAAADPo/MA0oVvBIcno/s400/pvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after I came back to Singapore, then MotoGP took place. I miss Sepang so much. Cos Sepang reminds me of the one and only Valentino Rossi. I love him to death lah. It's been far too long since I last saw him. Next year it shall be! If I'm lucky, I may even travel somewhere else other than Malaysia just to see him race. Hur hur.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWTNF7jAI/AAAAAAAADPY/H77x_X381FY/s1600-h/Valentino_Rossi_web_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236828870511618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWTNF7jAI/AAAAAAAADPY/H77x_X381FY/s400/Valentino_Rossi_web_site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWS4aIm3I/AAAAAAAADPQ/0D8HBif0yxs/s1600-h/F8CC6DA9B790E41714AA198558D0D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236823318109042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWS4aIm3I/AAAAAAAADPQ/0D8HBif0yxs/s400/F8CC6DA9B790E41714AA198558D0D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWAzvb6rI/AAAAAAAADOw/y0oJe-Yh1lg/s1600-h/15385251F16779F9B2F651E39F7BF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236512827632306" style="WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWAzvb6rI/AAAAAAAADOw/y0oJe-Yh1lg/s400/15385251F16779F9B2F651E39F7BF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWBLnMTOI/AAAAAAAADO4/rYNs4SMUpak/s1600-h/A77F2E3F656B35CB674CF4A9E683E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236519235505378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWBLnMTOI/AAAAAAAADO4/rYNs4SMUpak/s400/A77F2E3F656B35CB674CF4A9E683E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubVvqDixnI/AAAAAAAADN4/3w0MXqGucXY/s1600-h/8F50DD901FFBA73F6010898DA7D3A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236218169837170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubVvqDixnI/AAAAAAAADN4/3w0MXqGucXY/s400/8F50DD901FFBA73F6010898DA7D3A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubVvQ6PmlI/AAAAAAAADNw/LkkOwS2tMKo/s1600-h/4E91281B50DBF392AF9315B2519A6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236211419945554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubVvQ6PmlI/AAAAAAAADNw/LkkOwS2tMKo/s400/4E91281B50DBF392AF9315B2519A6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWAIzEAfI/AAAAAAAADOY/kfnya5eXnA0/s1600-h/775D5EA73B5F84CC149E83954E26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236501300118002" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubWAIzEAfI/AAAAAAAADOY/kfnya5eXnA0/s400/775D5EA73B5F84CC149E83954E26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7953818692061682238?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7953818692061682238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7953818692061682238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SubZbSDmLTI/AAAAAAAADPo/MA0oVvBIcno/s72-c/pvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-3318521216750859863</id><published>2009-10-20T18:16:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:32:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally some updates. Too much words therefore I shall let the pictures do the talking. Everything is in reverse chronological order and I know there are many many more pictures but here are just some of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suleen, Yuan and Kailing's birthday happens to fall on this month and I wanna wish all of them a &lt;strong&gt;VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt; All 3 people are very close to my heart so I wish them nothing but the best and giving them lots of my love! I couldn't attend Yuan's birthday celebration cos I was in KL for Darren &amp;amp; Mandy's wedding but I really wish I could have gone and have fun with all my lovelies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I know my chatbox has gone ka-poot for a long time oready. Just ignore it k. I'm too lazy to do anything to it. For now. Haha. Ok, photo time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner with my bitches and then it was fotos and more fotos at the carpark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvDguqzI/AAAAAAAADLo/3xoy7KPRLI4/s1600-h/P1000660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395363739521166130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvDguqzI/AAAAAAAADLo/3xoy7KPRLI4/s400/P1000660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvSaI8QI/AAAAAAAADLw/7PoCVxmZunA/s1600-h/P1000664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395363743520059650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvSaI8QI/AAAAAAAADLw/7PoCVxmZunA/s400/P1000664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvim5WEI/AAAAAAAADL4/BBkdwJXT9j4/s1600-h/P1000680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395363747868530754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvim5WEI/AAAAAAAADL4/BBkdwJXT9j4/s400/P1000680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvxFQRkI/AAAAAAAADMA/LDLNhi2aLn8/s1600-h/P1000682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395363751753958978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvxFQRkI/AAAAAAAADMA/LDLNhi2aLn8/s400/P1000682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our late night sustenance while KTVing and then Grease-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3RM4WdELI/AAAAAAAADLY/q6TNx5LOpxI/s1600-h/P1000626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394697947874922674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3RM4WdELI/AAAAAAAADLY/q6TNx5LOpxI/s400/P1000626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entire weekend in KL for Darren &amp;amp; Mandy's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once we reached, we simply couldn't resist and headed for some Krispy Kremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3RNbUF1JI/AAAAAAAADLg/8WW2DfWzBUY/s1600-h/P1000630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394697957260252306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3RNbUF1JI/AAAAAAAADLg/8WW2DfWzBUY/s400/P1000630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOe4YMiBI/AAAAAAAADM4/Flhtb1nBJoQ/s1600-h/7916_172116468440_642948440_2794801_5544429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395398646026766354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOe4YMiBI/AAAAAAAADM4/Flhtb1nBJoQ/s400/7916_172116468440_642948440_2794801_5544429_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EbR6UdjI/AAAAAAAADHg/wH1LyuLTT34/s1600-h/P1000442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394683901603247666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EbR6UdjI/AAAAAAAADHg/wH1LyuLTT34/s400/P1000442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3I_mQddJI/AAAAAAAADHo/T1C4x5nLaoY/s1600-h/P1000449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688923586622610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3I_mQddJI/AAAAAAAADHo/T1C4x5nLaoY/s400/P1000449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JACfMFCI/AAAAAAAADHw/5Qdgp5fgx3Y/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688931164591138" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JACfMFCI/AAAAAAAADHw/5Qdgp5fgx3Y/s400/P1000450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout the weekend was food and more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JBr1Ui3I/AAAAAAAADII/4XzER8tSFEU/s1600-h/P1000486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688959443143538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JBr1Ui3I/AAAAAAAADII/4XzER8tSFEU/s400/P1000486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NydiYv4I/AAAAAAAADKY/n-VGyxOkjR8/s1600-h/P1000603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694195465731970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NydiYv4I/AAAAAAAADKY/n-VGyxOkjR8/s400/P1000603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MMeoXSnI/AAAAAAAADKA/dBGdkmNows0/s1600-h/P1000575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394692443412580978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MMeoXSnI/AAAAAAAADKA/dBGdkmNows0/s400/P1000575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sights, the sounds, the shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNNaC7pFI/AAAAAAAADMI/BYhltd1SVFc/s1600-h/P1000459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397246315111506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNNaC7pFI/AAAAAAAADMI/BYhltd1SVFc/s400/P1000459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LP74ykTI/AAAAAAAADJA/2kikrSTw6ZA/s1600-h/P1000510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691403294085426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LP74ykTI/AAAAAAAADJA/2kikrSTw6ZA/s400/P1000510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JAtJssGI/AAAAAAAADH4/h00BuE6J94U/s1600-h/P1000466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688942617178210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JAtJssGI/AAAAAAAADH4/h00BuE6J94U/s400/P1000466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNNly3oDI/AAAAAAAADMQ/x4V--3Swxv0/s1600-h/P1000469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397249468964914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNNly3oDI/AAAAAAAADMQ/x4V--3Swxv0/s400/P1000469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JBI87axI/AAAAAAAADIA/DXhjrJ7c7Cs/s1600-h/P1000472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394688950079810322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3JBI87axI/AAAAAAAADIA/DXhjrJ7c7Cs/s400/P1000472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KJTJ-ipI/AAAAAAAADIw/QOTjMq4zAnk/s1600-h/P1000499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394690189769476754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KJTJ-ipI/AAAAAAAADIw/QOTjMq4zAnk/s400/P1000499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNOcWYGFI/AAAAAAAADMg/bpF4c27KVwQ/s1600-h/P1000594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397264113408082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNOcWYGFI/AAAAAAAADMg/bpF4c27KVwQ/s400/P1000594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KIDppCOI/AAAAAAAADIY/G9sRI_-JTTk/s1600-h/P1000488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394690168427448546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KIDppCOI/AAAAAAAADIY/G9sRI_-JTTk/s400/P1000488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KIQHR5sI/AAAAAAAADIg/CKlNAou-bFs/s1600-h/P1000497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394690171772987074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KIQHR5sI/AAAAAAAADIg/CKlNAou-bFs/s400/P1000497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KI_ekVKI/AAAAAAAADIo/F2yvMPD6gfA/s1600-h/P1000498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394690184487130274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3KI_ekVKI/AAAAAAAADIo/F2yvMPD6gfA/s400/P1000498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LPYDFdII/AAAAAAAADI4/WIG7DleIhFA/s1600-h/P1000508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691393673589890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LPYDFdII/AAAAAAAADI4/WIG7DleIhFA/s400/P1000508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNOO92pRI/AAAAAAAADMY/nUthJnExr04/s1600-h/P1000509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397260520891666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNOO92pRI/AAAAAAAADMY/nUthJnExr04/s400/P1000509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3ML8365BI/AAAAAAAADJ4/KiBQp5sarkE/s1600-h/P1000562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394692434351023122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3ML8365BI/AAAAAAAADJ4/KiBQp5sarkE/s400/P1000562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning tea ceremony @ Mandy's grandma's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOfcAH7UI/AAAAAAAADNA/Arhg3s2SWIU/s1600-h/9134_171373429448_555224448_2594771_6359074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395398655589477698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOfcAH7UI/AAAAAAAADNA/Arhg3s2SWIU/s400/9134_171373429448_555224448_2594771_6359074_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOfoTOa5I/AAAAAAAADNI/c2uHy6jgshM/s1600-h/9134_171373474448_555224448_2594777_3441917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395398658890820498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOfoTOa5I/AAAAAAAADNI/c2uHy6jgshM/s400/9134_171373474448_555224448_2594777_3441917_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOfxWLsTI/AAAAAAAADNQ/9tIu-LLI_UE/s1600-h/9134_171373544448_555224448_2594789_1991442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395398661319143730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOfxWLsTI/AAAAAAAADNQ/9tIu-LLI_UE/s400/9134_171373544448_555224448_2594789_1991442_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOekmxJYI/AAAAAAAADMw/BpktyP32HDA/s1600-h/7916_172116228440_642948440_2794766_5943175_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395398640719177090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBOekmxJYI/AAAAAAAADMw/BpktyP32HDA/s400/7916_172116228440_642948440_2794766_5943175_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dinner @ Hotel Equatorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNOl9tZQI/AAAAAAAADMo/-qEIsH41FsA/s1600-h/7829_159294708597_558663597_2910048_1305363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397266694300930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBNOl9tZQI/AAAAAAAADMo/-qEIsH41FsA/s400/7829_159294708597_558663597_2910048_1305363_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LRMYoHfI/AAAAAAAADJY/X3F8Nq_ZZxQ/s1600-h/P1000526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691424902454770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LRMYoHfI/AAAAAAAADJY/X3F8Nq_ZZxQ/s400/P1000526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PJrKeKMI/AAAAAAAADLI/bsrfWwjF4xM/s1600-h/album.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695693772138690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PJrKeKMI/AAAAAAAADLI/bsrfWwjF4xM/s400/album.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PJ9itLjI/AAAAAAAADLQ/OjtgV3IW28Q/s1600-h/7829_159308838597_558663597_2910115_3043035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695698705624626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PJ9itLjI/AAAAAAAADLQ/OjtgV3IW28Q/s400/7829_159308838597_558663597_2910115_3043035_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LQnLSTzI/AAAAAAAADJQ/WHk1QkX-xAY/s1600-h/P1000523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691414914387762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LQnLSTzI/AAAAAAAADJQ/WHk1QkX-xAY/s400/P1000523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MLChQKxI/AAAAAAAADJo/ndpDhjxdsPU/s1600-h/P1000545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394692418686692114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MLChQKxI/AAAAAAAADJo/ndpDhjxdsPU/s400/P1000545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NzI6Kg0I/AAAAAAAADKo/3V3kZ2DC2yA/s1600-h/7829_159288278597_558663597_2910010_1523463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694207108186946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NzI6Kg0I/AAAAAAAADKo/3V3kZ2DC2yA/s400/7829_159288278597_558663597_2910010_1523463_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PItZVovI/AAAAAAAADK4/Xi12GNnF-9o/s1600-h/7829_159300638597_558663597_2910089_7246411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695677191496434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PItZVovI/AAAAAAAADK4/Xi12GNnF-9o/s400/7829_159300638597_558663597_2910089_7246411_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LQRP3AKI/AAAAAAAADJI/9KCfXVKb-QQ/s1600-h/P1000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394691409027989666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3LQRP3AKI/AAAAAAAADJI/9KCfXVKb-QQ/s400/P1000521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NygcCjkI/AAAAAAAADKg/aaxg2i0T73Y/s1600-h/10223_159270663597_558663597_2909964_3176682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694196244418114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NygcCjkI/AAAAAAAADKg/aaxg2i0T73Y/s400/10223_159270663597_558663597_2909964_3176682_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MK7WjX6I/AAAAAAAADJg/mxaEDSNMuQ4/s1600-h/P1000527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394692416762765218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MK7WjX6I/AAAAAAAADJg/mxaEDSNMuQ4/s400/P1000527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PJGe_1YI/AAAAAAAADLA/TzkXVFKV4OU/s1600-h/7829_159300668597_558663597_2910094_5634111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394695683926119810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3PJGe_1YI/AAAAAAAADLA/TzkXVFKV4OU/s400/7829_159300668597_558663597_2910094_5634111_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MLvTIEDI/AAAAAAAADJw/7diHqum0-FI/s1600-h/P1000549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394692430707036210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3MLvTIEDI/AAAAAAAADJw/7diHqum0-FI/s400/P1000549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3Nx5rk5jI/AAAAAAAADKQ/eZbjLrTW-UI/s1600-h/P1000584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694185840600626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3Nx5rk5jI/AAAAAAAADKQ/eZbjLrTW-UI/s400/P1000584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NxZysV5I/AAAAAAAADKI/BwNx-7AaUEQ/s1600-h/P1000577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394694177280513938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3NxZysV5I/AAAAAAAADKI/BwNx-7AaUEQ/s400/P1000577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo-ing with Jane...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EaHECpcI/AAAAAAAADHI/6UtO_iMFJGI/s1600-h/P1000413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394683881511364034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EaHECpcI/AAAAAAAADHI/6UtO_iMFJGI/s400/P1000413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EZoz_brI/AAAAAAAADHA/pK6CaBc2Y8Q/s1600-h/P1000373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394683873390980786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EZoz_brI/AAAAAAAADHA/pK6CaBc2Y8Q/s400/P1000373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa with my lovelies with fab weather to boot makes me very happy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3Ea4i1IpI/AAAAAAAADHY/-6mm6Owpuh8/s1600-h/7729_292533520653_852520653_9222524_1812430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394683894793839250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3Ea4i1IpI/AAAAAAAADHY/-6mm6Owpuh8/s400/7729_292533520653_852520653_9222524_1812430_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EavLrlWI/AAAAAAAADHQ/05HRjw_9J80/s1600-h/7729_292514725653_852520653_9222142_4051361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394683892280825186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3EavLrlWI/AAAAAAAADHQ/05HRjw_9J80/s400/7729_292514725653_852520653_9222142_4051361_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darren &amp;amp; Mandy's church wedding in the day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22HyPHtmI/AAAAAAAADE4/uw6q8Z5jSCY/s1600-h/P1000270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394668173520254562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22HyPHtmI/AAAAAAAADE4/uw6q8Z5jSCY/s400/P1000270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-0jr50xI/AAAAAAAADGI/y0SO6eVROk8/s1600-h/9923_1241566125943_1433013738_2227867_3352447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677738801582866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-0jr50xI/AAAAAAAADGI/y0SO6eVROk8/s400/9923_1241566125943_1433013738_2227867_3352447_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBQMKnC_NI/AAAAAAAADNo/4Zr8iTkbeCQ/s1600-h/9923_1241539125268_1433013738_2227621_6187587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395400523526634706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBQMKnC_NI/AAAAAAAADNo/4Zr8iTkbeCQ/s400/9923_1241539125268_1433013738_2227621_6187587_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3An5L0D0I/AAAAAAAADGo/6N5kQcOYl2c/s1600-h/9923_1241541085317_1433013738_2227668_3045551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679720257523522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3An5L0D0I/AAAAAAAADGo/6N5kQcOYl2c/s400/9923_1241541085317_1433013738_2227668_3045551_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St251Pjy4II/AAAAAAAADFA/PVJLd3CAhlM/s1600-h/P1000274c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394672253020594306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St251Pjy4II/AAAAAAAADFA/PVJLd3CAhlM/s400/P1000274c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St283CBNiyI/AAAAAAAADFY/LcU66QQdYxw/s1600-h/9923_1241540525303_1433013738_2227655_5996447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675582280502050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St283CBNiyI/AAAAAAAADFY/LcU66QQdYxw/s400/9923_1241540525303_1433013738_2227655_5996447_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2839lq-LI/AAAAAAAADFo/HRwKNlRo0HQ/s1600-h/9923_1241540485302_1433013738_2227654_4617841_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675598271117490" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2839lq-LI/AAAAAAAADFo/HRwKNlRo0HQ/s400/9923_1241540485302_1433013738_2227654_4617841_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBQLkmstmI/AAAAAAAADNg/l5vVLxIHvqw/s1600-h/9923_1241539405275_1433013738_2227628_7298363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395400513324627554" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBQLkmstmI/AAAAAAAADNg/l5vVLxIHvqw/s400/9923_1241539405275_1433013738_2227628_7298363_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darren &amp;amp; Mandy's wedding dinner @ RTC...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St282uaWE8I/AAAAAAAADFQ/L9R1gYYwb3I/s1600-h/P1000282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675577017209794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St282uaWE8I/AAAAAAAADFQ/L9R1gYYwb3I/s400/P1000282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-zbnYvJI/AAAAAAAADFw/KxIYKi3LKFg/s1600-h/7322_153032753597_558663597_2854443_4925612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677719455284370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-zbnYvJI/AAAAAAAADFw/KxIYKi3LKFg/s400/7322_153032753597_558663597_2854443_4925612_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St283iJgcXI/AAAAAAAADFg/hqYZ3ieAE34/s1600-h/9923_1241563925888_1433013738_2227813_7957496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675590905229682" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St283iJgcXI/AAAAAAAADFg/hqYZ3ieAE34/s400/9923_1241563925888_1433013738_2227813_7957496_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-0MVBVWI/AAAAAAAADGA/1xsUh3J0wZc/s1600-h/9923_1241566045941_1433013738_2227865_3348988_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677732531590498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-0MVBVWI/AAAAAAAADGA/1xsUh3J0wZc/s400/9923_1241566045941_1433013738_2227865_3348988_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBQLTLjreI/AAAAAAAADNY/Pfsmuo1Kzs0/s1600-h/7322_153032873597_558663597_2854457_4478825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395400508647386594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuBQLTLjreI/AAAAAAAADNY/Pfsmuo1Kzs0/s400/7322_153032873597_558663597_2854457_4478825_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3AodVMMyI/AAAAAAAADGw/rRDABgUj4bQ/s1600-h/7322_153032653597_558663597_2854427_4575088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679729960530722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3AodVMMyI/AAAAAAAADGw/rRDABgUj4bQ/s400/7322_153032653597_558663597_2854427_4575088_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3AnZj6jXI/AAAAAAAADGg/QsD-4jMPVlk/s1600-h/9923_1241538245246_1433013738_2227599_757854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679711768677746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3AnZj6jXI/AAAAAAAADGg/QsD-4jMPVlk/s400/9923_1241538245246_1433013738_2227599_757854_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-z-R2muI/AAAAAAAADF4/pMFqSMBwPkc/s1600-h/9923_1241565885937_1433013738_2227861_7951809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677728760208098" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-z-R2muI/AAAAAAAADF4/pMFqSMBwPkc/s400/9923_1241565885937_1433013738_2227861_7951809_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-04SftAI/AAAAAAAADGQ/D63Q99EWyjg/s1600-h/9923_1241567325973_1433013738_2227897_7102756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677744332157954" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2-04SftAI/AAAAAAAADGQ/D63Q99EWyjg/s400/9923_1241567325973_1433013738_2227897_7102756_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St282GgIQqI/AAAAAAAADFI/op2GqyHA01U/s1600-h/P1000338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675566304051874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St282GgIQqI/AAAAAAAADFI/op2GqyHA01U/s400/P1000338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3AnKVDRNI/AAAAAAAADGY/yAL8B31VtZg/s1600-h/9923_1241567485977_1433013738_2227901_4631361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679707679802578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3AnKVDRNI/AAAAAAAADGY/yAL8B31VtZg/s400/9923_1241567485977_1433013738_2227901_4631361_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3Aov5srOI/AAAAAAAADG4/jP-tGLvN_kM/s1600-h/7322_153033003597_558663597_2854478_1925859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394679734945492194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St3Aov5srOI/AAAAAAAADG4/jP-tGLvN_kM/s400/7322_153033003597_558663597_2854478_1925859_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa's birthday dinner @ Pan Pac...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2ycaQqzOI/AAAAAAAADEA/UiT_0fbwLG4/s1600-h/P1000145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664129815039202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2ycaQqzOI/AAAAAAAADEA/UiT_0fbwLG4/s400/P1000145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2yc63KQaI/AAAAAAAADEI/BfwZjiRD-s4/s1600-h/P1000147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664138566418850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2yc63KQaI/AAAAAAAADEI/BfwZjiRD-s4/s400/P1000147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2ydY1431I/AAAAAAAADEQ/hYRmwg0BZ9w/s1600-h/P1000153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664146614148946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2ydY1431I/AAAAAAAADEQ/hYRmwg0BZ9w/s400/P1000153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22F1k8wEI/AAAAAAAADEY/64wTljNSB-c/s1600-h/P1000166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394668140057378882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22F1k8wEI/AAAAAAAADEY/64wTljNSB-c/s400/P1000166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22G4L2VLI/AAAAAAAADEo/rvtY2gcti2k/s1600-h/P1000169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394668157937276082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22G4L2VLI/AAAAAAAADEo/rvtY2gcti2k/s400/P1000169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22GVD2rkI/AAAAAAAADEg/hbZhfJp6de0/s1600-h/P1000168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394668148508503618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22GVD2rkI/AAAAAAAADEg/hbZhfJp6de0/s400/P1000168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22HhEhodI/AAAAAAAADEw/op2erdicHQ4/s1600-h/P1000209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394668168912413138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St22HhEhodI/AAAAAAAADEw/op2erdicHQ4/s400/P1000209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex's mini drink drank drunk birthday celebration...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h4OnzTvI/AAAAAAAADCY/Yof0MqxFrts/s1600-h/SDC14067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394645916029505266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h4OnzTvI/AAAAAAAADCY/Yof0MqxFrts/s400/SDC14067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h3CsN2FI/AAAAAAAADCI/fDQGVOEWQ0U/s1600-h/DSC03408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394645895646926930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h3CsN2FI/AAAAAAAADCI/fDQGVOEWQ0U/s400/DSC03408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h2UKVU-I/AAAAAAAADCA/4TSMU3KaNZc/s1600-h/SDC14042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394645883156780002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h2UKVU-I/AAAAAAAADCA/4TSMU3KaNZc/s400/SDC14042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h14gwonI/AAAAAAAADB4/_gQ37hHv2Kw/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394645875734651506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h14gwonI/AAAAAAAADB4/_gQ37hHv2Kw/s400/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2o-c9y0xI/AAAAAAAADCg/vSb6A31tzwo/s1600-h/SDC14072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653719540454162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2o-c9y0xI/AAAAAAAADCg/vSb6A31tzwo/s400/SDC14072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h3ilZhGI/AAAAAAAADCQ/WdTW9wX7Y9I/s1600-h/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394645904208266338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2h3ilZhGI/AAAAAAAADCQ/WdTW9wX7Y9I/s400/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures before the bday boy got too high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2tpvhqw_I/AAAAAAAADDQ/wfcEyvLP52Q/s1600-h/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394658861303645170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2tpvhqw_I/AAAAAAAADDQ/wfcEyvLP52Q/s400/DSC03487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2tqKJvJeI/AAAAAAAADDY/EP3hL7PRFPE/s1600-h/SDC14105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394658868451026402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2tqKJvJeI/AAAAAAAADDY/EP3hL7PRFPE/s400/SDC14105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2to-ZRenI/AAAAAAAADDI/IMZ8zgJCvn4/s1600-h/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394658848115096178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2to-ZRenI/AAAAAAAADDI/IMZ8zgJCvn4/s400/DSC03486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2o_grSpDI/AAAAAAAADCw/Ay5YDnlE63A/s1600-h/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653737716458546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2o_grSpDI/AAAAAAAADCw/Ay5YDnlE63A/s400/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2pBKTsz-I/AAAAAAAADDA/hFxvjcDM-vI/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653766071668706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2pBKTsz-I/AAAAAAAADDA/hFxvjcDM-vI/s400/DSC03472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2pAaIqExI/AAAAAAAADC4/kK8vxLA2F90/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653753140450066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2pAaIqExI/AAAAAAAADC4/kK8vxLA2F90/s400/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2o_LfmJtI/AAAAAAAADCo/b5U2XxjnOyE/s1600-h/DSC03447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394653732030260946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2o_LfmJtI/AAAAAAAADCo/b5U2XxjnOyE/s400/DSC03447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aftermath and alot more pics &amp;amp; vids too obscene for public viewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2yb9laiBI/AAAAAAAADD4/rPIly_AnwtE/s1600-h/SDC14158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664122117425170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2yb9laiBI/AAAAAAAADD4/rPIly_AnwtE/s400/SDC14158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2tql-AcdI/AAAAAAAADDg/RdtyeEtCYO8/s1600-h/SDC14136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394658875918021074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2tql-AcdI/AAAAAAAADDg/RdtyeEtCYO8/s400/SDC14136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2trWg3NBI/AAAAAAAADDo/eNjBB-YNAiU/s1600-h/SDC14140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394658888949117970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2trWg3NBI/AAAAAAAADDo/eNjBB-YNAiU/s400/SDC14140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2ybaFTTqI/AAAAAAAADDw/e-CbcEqYwAQ/s1600-h/SDC14152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394664112587493026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2ybaFTTqI/AAAAAAAADDw/e-CbcEqYwAQ/s400/SDC14152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studio practice for Darren &amp;amp; Mandy's wedding...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b5BVlVwI/AAAAAAAADBw/qooAU6V9gn8/s1600-h/9923_1235503734387_1433013738_2209463_430797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394639332573533954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b5BVlVwI/AAAAAAAADBw/qooAU6V9gn8/s400/9923_1235503734387_1433013738_2209463_430797_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b4idgqVI/AAAAAAAADBo/ohyji9ftkLI/s1600-h/9923_1235505494431_1433013738_2209506_6383766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394639324285282642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b4idgqVI/AAAAAAAADBo/ohyji9ftkLI/s400/9923_1235505494431_1433013738_2209506_6383766_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b4TJrZkI/AAAAAAAADBg/uBwhdiJeC74/s1600-h/9923_1235506294451_1433013738_2209526_2698206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394639320175568450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b4TJrZkI/AAAAAAAADBg/uBwhdiJeC74/s400/9923_1235506294451_1433013738_2209526_2698206_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy traditional mooncakes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2b3yv6WuI/AAAAAAAADBY/AqZLdYVOLMc/s1600-h/SDC14034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394639311477562082" style="WIDTH: 400px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/St2XbbhJTGI/AAAAAAAADAw/p4aXFCEmejM/s400/SDC13973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/9504201-3318521216750859863?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/3318521216750859863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/3318521216750859863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-some-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SuAuvDguqzI/AAAAAAAADLo/3xoy7KPRLI4/s72-c/P1000660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7586272493545145552</id><published>2009-10-01T08:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:13:10.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i.suddenly.fucking.miss.all.my.little.pony.that.i.had.given.away.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7586272493545145552?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7586272493545145552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7586272493545145552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/10/i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-1817886899934153301</id><published>2009-09-30T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:55:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologise for the absence. I have been meaning to blog, but either I couldn’t find the time to, or I wasn’t in the state to. But now I am back and I shall not let my blog die. Being me, my memory can be pretty limited but let’s start with something very close to my heart - FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last Sunday was BBQ at granny’s instead of the usual dinner. Food was fab and it’s been a long time since we had a nice BBQ session together! Might as well cos it was the long weekend with Hari Raya Puasa holiday the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I went to get my wisdom tooth extracted. This dentist is in a class of his own. He is very unprofessional in my opinion, half the time being unsure about what he was doing, and the other half not telling you what he's doing. But he is quite a nice guy and I just couldn‘t seem to bring myself to be angry with him, so I can’t figure out what I feel towards him. Haha. On the day itself, he decided at the last minute to extract 2 teeth instead of 1 and being me, I just gave him the green light. Because I have never had a wisdom tooth surgery before, I didn’t quite know what to expect. All I know is that he must have ODed me on anesthesia and steroids cos it left me woozy, tired and pretty much disorientated for the next few days. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t meant to happen. I know it got some people very worried especially when it continued right into the weekend. Haha. But I’m fine now so all’s good. I was on a high I swear, psychomotor retardation in full swing. Three quarters of the time, I couldn’t remember what I wanted to say, I had problems controlling my actions, I couldn’t feel things much, I was shaking like I had Parkinson’s disease, I was so easily tired out, I was giddy etc. So whoever I may have inconvenienced or pissed off or caused worry to, I’m so sorry! I really could not help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, when the anesthesia started to wear off following the surgery, the pain was quite a bitch. It actually woke me up from my nap and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it cos the time was way too soon for the next dose of painkiller. But by night, I was up and running and no, I didn’t drive. Thank goodness cos I wouldn’t know what would have happened if I did, being high on all the medication. Haha. And this brings us to another story, which is another reason why I didn’t drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the battery sign in Little Red Riding Hood lighted up. Being a complete car idiot, the mother drove to the workshop at SPC and got them to check what’s wrong after using the car to run her errands. Apparently the alternator was faulty and needed to be changed. The mother came home, woke me up from my slumber, just to spend the next half an hour or so to tell me her story about the car and what the people at SPC said etc. Her main aim was for me to get the car fixed. I called C&amp;amp;C and they said they’ll call me back so I went back to bed. I woke up once again to incessant knocking on my door, only to be asked ‘you still don’t want to bring the car to get fixed?’. OMFG. If only everything was so easy. I had to waste time once again to explain everything to her, that I was waiting for them to return my call, that to get something fixed, an appointment must be made, and even if I made an appointment, they wouldn’t be able to fit me in so last minute etc etc etc. And being her dumb self, she filtered everything I said out cos she said to just bring the car down without an appointment, leave them with no choice and they will have to fix it on the spot. That woman has serious issues. She thinks she owns Cycle &amp;amp; Carriage. I wish she did as well but too bad that’s not how my sad life works. Anyway, to cut short the entire extremely frustrating conversation so that everyone reading this does not have to go through the exact pain I had to go through, she ended off asking me to drop her at Parkway and then take the car to C&amp;amp;C. Come to think of it, I am surprised I didn’t stab her to death at that point of time. And that’s after I told her C&amp;amp;C WILL NOT fix the car on that day itself and that the car is NOT ABLE to move around much with an almost flat battery. Of cos my answer was NO so in the end, she drove the car to Parkway herself and good for her cos the car didn’t die on her and she even managed to return home with it. And she said if the car dies at Parkway, she’ll 'just leave it there and take cab home lor’. WTF. I dunno whether she’s more stupid or she’s more selfish, just thinking for her own convenience. And after she got home, she could still try to ask me to bring the car to C&amp;amp;C the next day, which in the earlier conversation, I had oready told her it was impossible cos I had a tooth surgery first thing in the morning and also that if she drove the car, I will not touch it anymore cos the last thing I wanted was the car to die on me on the way to Ubi. The next morning, as I was leaving to go to the dentist, I saw a tow truck come tow the car away. Why am I not surprised…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me sidetrack for abit first. Since I’m on the topic about being pissed with people, there was one day a security guard at my place totally pissed me off. And I fucking gave him a piece of my mind. And after that incident, I was still damn pissed, so I dropped the management office a little note. I hope he gets his ass fired. I hate people who do not know their place, acting big when they are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now let’s go back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Little Red Riding Hood was still at the workshop I figured but I was still woozy so I wouldn’t have driven her anyways. I met Mel at Bugis cos she had won tickets for the F1 Rocks concert at Fort Canning for Mando Night and she decided to bring me! I love her to bits lah! Out of all the people she could have invited, she brought the worst person she could bring to a concert. Haha. Post-surgery, swollen-faced, mute, giddy me. I enjoyed myself thoroughly even though halfway during Jacky Cheung, I had to abandon her and go sit at a corner cos I nearly passed out from my head spinning so bad. But other than me being a spoiler, I’m so glad I went. A-Mei and Jacky Cheung were fab, just as expected. And thank god I was in the right mind and got most of it recorded down on video. Hur hur. I'm lazy to upload the videos here but here's a song he performed which I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/djDu2RDLbjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/djDu2RDLbjw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening, finally met up with Chen. She’s so hard to meet up with nowadays lor. Haha. School’s a bitch eh, just like you. Hur hur. She came pick me and we went to our new Siglap hangout and it was great hanging out with her again but I was feeling like crap within afew hours and I really had to go home. I’m so sorry Janey! I’ll make it up to you I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, tubs and I went Holland V for Cold Rock and it was so bad. I wouldn’t pay for Cold Rock ever again. I’d rather eat Macs ice cream. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was Jack’s wedding and I swear tubs spent forever getting lost in the area. From us being early to us reaching late, I wished he could just try a little harder when looking at the street directory rather than guzzling up Little Red Riding Hood’s petrol. It was a small wedding, nothing fancy but the food was good. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we went to Mel’s house supposedly to watch a movie but we ended up planning something for somebody. Haha. When our plans come into action, that person better appreciate all the effort lor! Mel &amp;amp; I had spent most part of our Sunday afternoon coming up with ideas at Tong Shui while tubs and Alex were having their RT. Even though it was built around by many evil and highly hilarious ideas, it’s still a lot of work ok. I can’t wait to see what happens and I can’t wait for Judy to make a grand entrance. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and chilling session with my bitches just now. It seems like forever since I last saw da chix even though she’s working so nearby lah. Haha. Here’s our meal at our gem of a cafe. I love it there even though I wish they would close later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SsIvyeRmNGI/AAAAAAAADAg/O_gVWZqyQZw/s1600-h/SDC13899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386920648455369826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SsIvyeRmNGI/AAAAAAAADAg/O_gVWZqyQZw/s400/SDC13899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I gotta do this week, from getting my stitches removed to buying mooncakes to finally deciding on which camera to buy. I’m just crossing my fingers the Peony Jade Oor Nee moonies are still available. I also can’t wait to meet up with my lovelies for Sunday’s picnic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-1817886899934153301?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/1817886899934153301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/1817886899934153301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-apologise-for-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SsIvyeRmNGI/AAAAAAAADAg/O_gVWZqyQZw/s72-c/SDC13899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-6007290169982741668</id><published>2009-09-17T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T03:12:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think you’re a sad joke. Certain things you do are simply unbeatable. I only wish those were good things. Some redundant things, you look so much into it and make it such a big issue. The irony is, don’t you feel like a fool when by trying to avoid a susperstition from happening, the exact thing you were trying to avoid happens. And then it can’t even be blamed on ‘superstition’ anymore. It becomes ‘self made’. Some things in life are very simple. So why go complicate it? You end up destroying it. You make me sick to my stomach. You’re too full of yourself, and you are too quick to push the blame to others. You are too selfish and if you’re gonna talk the talk, you gotta walk the walk too. And if people don’t wanna hear your talk, it’s because you don’t put your words into action. Time for self-reflection is long overdue. And you’ve nearly used up all the patience, trust, hope, feelings, energy and a million other chances I had for you. You’re pretty much on your own now. Go think back what you had begged me to do, and what you had promised to do. Tick tick tick. Time is running out. Maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 seconds, maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 minutes, maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 hours, maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 days, maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 weeks, maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 months, maybe it’ll run out in the next 5 years… … … … … Anybody’s guess is as good as mine. But obviously it’s not an issue to you. But maybe it’s good for me to see this. It’s good when I can weigh for myself your priorities and what are the insignificant things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYIG3aJzEBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYIG3aJzEBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-6007290169982741668?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6007290169982741668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6007290169982741668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-youre-sad-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-8261419453748441764</id><published>2009-09-10T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:19:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was Kbox with tubs and Mel. They had the whole night to perform. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJov0yQDI/AAAAAAAAC_4/PWuE5q033w8/s1600-h/SDC13533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379841825508048946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJov0yQDI/AAAAAAAAC_4/PWuE5q033w8/s400/SDC13533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJpeZRWDI/AAAAAAAADAA/pG702KEJHpg/s1600-h/SDC13537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379841838009112626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJpeZRWDI/AAAAAAAADAA/pG702KEJHpg/s400/SDC13537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJp7dkKTI/AAAAAAAADAI/L8u6GOWlXMk/s1600-h/SDC13539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379841845811751218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJp7dkKTI/AAAAAAAADAI/L8u6GOWlXMk/s400/SDC13539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJqEBV02I/AAAAAAAADAQ/muwVK2HBpgE/s1600-h/SDC13541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379841848109290338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJqEBV02I/AAAAAAAADAQ/muwVK2HBpgE/s400/SDC13541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my little red riding hood for servicing last Friday morning. Thank goodness servicing was due anyways cos the aircon was spoilt. This dumb car has so many problems. Argh! And because of the car, not only did the mother piss me off, the people over at Cycle &amp;amp; Carriage pissed me off as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the mother really goes out of the way to inconvenience me. That’s even at her own expense of making herself look stupid. I don’t even wanna talk about her anymore. Urgh. Sickening woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I didn’t make a booking in advance for first thing in the morning for no reason. So don’t call me mid-afternoon and tell me I gotta change my aircon filter and my wiper blade. Don’t fucking waste my time on redundant things when both my aircon filter and wiper are in perfect working condition. When I say I just got my wiper changed during the last servicing, don’t pretend like you don’t believe me and ask me to hold on so that you can check your system. Either ways, I don’t want it changed and that’s that. After finding out that I did in fact change my wiper, don’t come back to the phone and try to push something else, asking if I smoke in the car, did I this, did I that, causing my filter to need a change. That’s slander. And no, I don’t smoke in the car. And when I say no to all that, then I was told ‘ok I’ll get them to try and clean your filter’. WTF?! What did you spend the whole day doing? Why do you push me to change my filter before you try to clean it? The only problem with the car is that the aircon motor had blown. And since it’s still under warranty, just get it changed. don’t have to dig for other things to make money from. And after one whole afternoon, to call me and tell me my car can’t be collected on the same day is insane. Don’t tell me the motor is hard to get. You have it in another outlet and Singapore is only that small. Where’s the efficiency? Don’t tell me I can collect my car anytime the next day. If I go collect it first thing in the morning, doesn’t it show it has been fixed the day before oready? And when I asked the guy is the motor supposed to blow so soon and easily, he actually said yes, that’s why it’s covered by warranty. Absolutely exasperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one damn car, in the end I had to deal with 2 retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveler’s Wife which I watched last Friday night (or rather Saturday morning) made me cry like a baby. Storyline was just as expected but because it was expected, the journey to the impending doom was so painful. I haven’t cried like this at a movie for a very long time oready. It’s so depressing but at least her husband time travels and they oready have a kid who is oso able to time travel so I guess it’s not considered a total loss for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkSmBnAymI/AAAAAAAADAY/Vm4LonTGaW8/s1600-h/TimeTravelersWife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379851674347162210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkSmBnAymI/AAAAAAAADAY/Vm4LonTGaW8/s400/TimeTravelersWife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got down to buying my Zara heels on Sunday. I love! I first saw them at the Great World City outlet but they didn’t have it in my size. So on Sunday, I called Liat branch to check for stock. And they were so cock up and inefficient. I gave them the article number, I gave them my name and contact number and they said they would check for me availability for all the outlets and they never got back to me. Even after 2 calls to remind them, they never got it done. I ended up calling the Great World City branch and it was much better. The girl called me back and told me it was available at Liat. I nearly flipped. People from their own outlet didn’t even know if they had stock or not, and yet someone else from any outlet bothered to find out for me which other outlets had it. Horrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we went to Alex’s place so that he could dye hair for Mel. And after one whole night filled with madness, we got Violet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Ting’s belated birthday at Villa Bali yesterday. The place really reminded me of Casa Luna in Bali. Haha. No cake for the birthday girl cos she doesn’t like cakes and oso it’s not good to have a cake for a belated celebration. But it was good seeing everyone again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJoRHGsnI/AAAAAAAAC_w/CyU1C5DMzJI/s1600-h/7518_165292641489_542281489_4195173_399369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379841817263387250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJoRHGsnI/AAAAAAAAC_w/CyU1C5DMzJI/s400/7518_165292641489_542281489_4195173_399369_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to remember much about the other things that happened. I know I’ve been out a lot til the wee hours of the morning omost everyday but what I’ve been doing, I’m not sure. Hur hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve been trying. I need to see you try too. I’m exhausted. There’s so much more to life than just you and yourself. Grow up. Open your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-8261419453748441764?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8261419453748441764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8261419453748441764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-wednesday-was-kbox-with-tubs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SqkJov0yQDI/AAAAAAAAC_4/PWuE5q033w8/s72-c/SDC13533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-2466317436751605018</id><published>2009-09-02T06:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:33:54.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; woke up just when people are ready to knock off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; went to eat XDL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; had a incessant craving for Gelare ice cream &amp;amp; waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; called 100 a million times and every time I got a Gelare outlet which nobody picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; finally found out that there are only 3 Gelare outlets left in the entire Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; think 100 should seriously update their fucking directory so they wouldn’t make people pay for redundant telephone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; ended up eating ice cream @ Tom’s Palette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; liked their Chocolate Stout flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; went to eat TJZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; dunno why I can’t stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have 2 bags of Ruffles &amp;amp; a bag of Super Rings in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;’m trying to pretend I can’t see them so that I wouldn’t eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; need something else to distract me from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to make myself a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am now having canned pineapple-stuffed-rambutan-in-sickeningly-sweet-syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am telling myself I’m having fruits and water so how bad can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am such a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; decided to forgo watching Jacky Cheung &amp;amp; A-Mei @ Fort Canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; told myself it’s cos I have no idea who the other 2 bands are and oso I don’t have high expectations for Fort Canning’s sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; would however pay thru my nose if the 4 heavenly kings came together for a concert here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am waiting for my Ah Lau to come to Singapore and acknowledge me as his rightful wife even though now everyone’s talking about his other rightful Malaysian wife, Carol Chu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am looking forward to the second week of November even though I have no idea how confirmed details are yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am crossing my fingers real hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-2466317436751605018?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/2466317436751605018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/2466317436751605018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-woke-up-just-when-people-are-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7789105926572641891</id><published>2009-08-29T05:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:40:07.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I haven’t blogged in about a month or so. There have been quite abit to update, but either I just couldn’t be bothered or I didn’t have the time to. And now to recall what I’ve been up to for the past month is A LOT to ask. Haha. But I shall try to recall and don’t expect me to update in chronological order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE MAGIC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Public Enemies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJesBudGI/AAAAAAAAC9w/9yOkuP9qRbg/s1600-h/depp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375126946829988962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJesBudGI/AAAAAAAAC9w/9yOkuP9qRbg/s400/depp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJea6WINI/AAAAAAAAC9o/4Z0bw6urr50/s1600-h/depp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375126942235631826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJea6WINI/AAAAAAAAC9o/4Z0bw6urr50/s400/depp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJd65-ZII/AAAAAAAAC9g/dOEpJcSKRPQ/s1600-h/depp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375126933644141698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJd65-ZII/AAAAAAAAC9g/dOEpJcSKRPQ/s400/depp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp as John Dillinger. Utterly smoldering, unexplainably intense and undoubtedly sexy. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Up"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJskZUErI/AAAAAAAAC-I/NkEIqT1TyzY/s1600-h/upcharac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127185299608242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJskZUErI/AAAAAAAAC-I/NkEIqT1TyzY/s400/upcharac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJtKki7NI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/cZNCfpueCvU/s1600-h/uphse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127195547266258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJtKki7NI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/cZNCfpueCvU/s400/uphse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute blur young boy Russell on a journey with cute crabby old man Carl. Parts of the show was quite boring but just the beautiful animation (esp the house with balloons) and the 2 main characters was enough for me. And it was surprisingly emotional &amp;amp; moving at certain parts. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Brüno"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphI_6ReTfI/AAAAAAAAC84/UQUL74jdOGg/s1600-h/bruno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375126418078191090" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphI_6ReTfI/AAAAAAAAC84/UQUL74jdOGg/s400/bruno1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJARpiH0I/AAAAAAAAC9A/KMJ2nakpV4U/s1600-h/bruno3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375126424353120066" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJARpiH0I/AAAAAAAAC9A/KMJ2nakpV4U/s400/bruno3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJA65I_2I/AAAAAAAAC9I/dm6wifuEqqc/s1600-h/bruno8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375126435424436066" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJA65I_2I/AAAAAAAAC9I/dm6wifuEqqc/s400/bruno8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. I dunno how to describe this film. Crude, slapstick, pornographic, funny, vile, offensive, and the list goes on. Well, what do you expect from Sacha Baron Cohen right? I watched it when I was in a good mood and being totally open. And I quite enjoyed it. Brainless, pointless show, but entertaining enough for me. Just jump into it and watch it or you could prepare yourself abit by reading it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Br%C3%BCno"&gt;HERE on Wiki&lt;/a&gt;. Yup, even the Wiki page doesn’t quite prepare you for what you’ll end up seeing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for Inglorious Basterds to be out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT IS SO SUCKS!&lt;/strong&gt; (haha! Private joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Missed Flea &amp;amp; Easy once again and I was only at Great World City lah. Totally forgot about it until we drove right past Zouk. Fab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJr9CNiLI/AAAAAAAAC94/QXnpISmJAmo/s1600-h/zouk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375127174733727922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJr9CNiLI/AAAAAAAAC94/QXnpISmJAmo/s400/zouk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The mother is getting from bad to worse and this time, I can’t even be fucked to repeat myself over here cos it’ll just get me all riled up again. This time really takes the cake though. Shows very clearly what kind of a person she is. Unbelievable to some, but unfortunately true. Well I guess this also shows how good she is at acting eh. Only a true hypocrite and someone who stoops as low as she does can carry it off with such ease. -shrugs- I think age is making her mental. I better watch my own back at home. If one day I disappear suddenly, you know who’s the first suspect. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… … …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are easy to overlook, accept and brush off at first. But after time, people start getting worse and it manifests and then it comes to stage where I just wanna take a step back every time and keep a distance from such people. I thought as we get older, we become more matured? Or is it just me being more anal about things as I get older? But when I’m not the only one having the exact same sentiments, and even others can see it so clearly, then I don’t see how much of the problem lies with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different friends, from two different groups, two different sets of ‘unacceptable behavior’. Anymore detail will be too much detail, especially when I know both reads my blog. I think both friendships are worth keeping and therefore I will try harder on my part, but I do get tired too, and some things do get too much, and so since people don’t see the problem with themselves, then I guess everyone will just have to let me do things at my own time, when I’m ready, when I feel more sane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;… … … …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There was a little drama that happened one night. I’m not gonna go into detail, I haven’t spoken about it at all, but it has been constantly on my mind, and not in a good way. But I’m so tired about everything that I’m just gonna take baby steps, one step at a time, and try to get my life back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAYS GALORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran around the whole afternoon trying to find her a gift and at the last minute, I managed to grab a very nice vintage looking leather-bound travel diary from Wood Would. I guess that’s very suitable for her since she flies around so much. Rushed to Yhingthai for her birthday dinner with tub’s family but the entire time my heart was next door at Garibaldi’s. Haha. Somehow my thoughts were intercepted by some divine intervention and tub’s mum popped over and brought back a cake from Gari’s. Shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I can't differentiate the 2 Mandys using surname cos they both have the same. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;Mandy dear’s 24th birthday at Topone KTV. First time there and it was quite an experience I must say. They have disco lights and a smoke machine for you to play around with. Lol. What’s more, there is free flow drinks but I ended up drinking ice water the whole night. That’s the one drink that can’t go wrong. Hur hur. Happy Birthday Babe! Hope you had fun, especially with Yuan being your private dancer for nobody nobody but you. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De Lovelies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOKECvIyI/AAAAAAAAC_A/6xC2CPYdiaM/s1600-h/6016_234404905653_852520653_8187398_3292141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375132090057564962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOKECvIyI/AAAAAAAAC_A/6xC2CPYdiaM/s400/6016_234404905653_852520653_8187398_3292141_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group Shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOKVOvijI/AAAAAAAAC_I/Oo_zxS7hMes/s1600-h/6016_234404915653_852520653_8187399_3156591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375132094671325746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOKVOvijI/AAAAAAAAC_I/Oo_zxS7hMes/s400/6016_234404915653_852520653_8187399_3156591_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;DarLing’s 25th birthday at Marriott. Happy Birthday Woman! You’re officially same age as me now. But not for long though. I better enjoy the moment while it lasts. Haha. Aging is supposed to show from the inside and not on the outside and you’ve aged very gracefully. Must be all the late night/ early morning nonsense laughing. It’s been awhile since I’ve gone mad with you laughing over nothing. Let’s do it again soon. Should do me some good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOJSiuM5I/AAAAAAAAC-w/UC0x7Or-Wxg/s1600-h/6016_238783830653_852520653_8257756_5895572_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375132076769948562" style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOJSiuM5I/AAAAAAAAC-w/UC0x7Or-Wxg/s400/6016_238783830653_852520653_8257756_5895572_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOJllv_sI/AAAAAAAAC-4/v-rfUQMQkCY/s1600-h/6560_140662050151_730530151_3365980_779351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375132081882922690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphOJllv_sI/AAAAAAAAC-4/v-rfUQMQkCY/s400/6560_140662050151_730530151_3365980_779351_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No group shot for the night. Boo Hoo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby David Elias’ 1 year old birthday celebration which spanned over the entire weekend. It was more like a long party for the older folks lah. When tubs and I dropped by the first day at 2am, all the kids were asleep but the older folks were still drinking and smoking and we stayed there chatting with them for quite afew hours. Haha. Where they get their energy from I have no idea. When we went the next day for the actual celebration, everyone was still as hyper as ever, like they managed to get a really long sleep which was quite impossible cos tubs &amp;amp; I were stilled a little stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sphb4IFKYBI/AAAAAAAAC_o/I-t4KZHcZuo/s1600-h/5609_1200291174095_1433013738_2102356_3363339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147175066624018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sphb4IFKYBI/AAAAAAAAC_o/I-t4KZHcZuo/s400/5609_1200291174095_1433013738_2102356_3363339_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tub’s Grandpa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Humble House at Esplanade for buffet lunch to celebrate tub‘s grandpa‘s birthday. Food was pretty good but I thought the variety was quite limited and desserts were very disappointing. But there was a 1-for-1 promo so it ended up very worth it. I didn’t eat much though.. Must have been because of the lack of sleep the night before. Tub’s grandpa was very cute, playing with the tassels hanging behind each chair, pretending to use it as a seat belt, then pretending to use it to hang himself. In the end, a waitress came over to remove it from him and told him not to play with it. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Grandpa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;High Tea buffet at The Rose Veranda at Shangri-La to celebrate Grandpa’s birthday. It was a nice place to chillax at cos the ambience is pretty nice but make sure you love tea and don’t expect much food wise. But then again, it is only high tea so I guess food selection is good enough. For tea, they have 102 types of tea for you to choose from and if you think you can try many types of different tea throughout the afternoon, think again cos each tea comes in a not-exactly-very-small-pot. Haha. Personally I didn’t find the price justifiable but thank goodness it was grandpa’s 80+ birthday which meant we got 80+% off the bill. Haha. That makes it very cheap in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphTbw3T-YI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/l2fHZ1UEvTc/s1600-h/SDC13484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375137891705158018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphTbw3T-YI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/l2fHZ1UEvTc/s400/SDC13484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphTcoFSdzI/AAAAAAAAC_g/P7nW00JSuBA/s1600-h/SDC13487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375137906527729458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphTcoFSdzI/AAAAAAAAC_g/P7nW00JSuBA/s400/SDC13487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphTbY1R35I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/gC7MER7nOlg/s1600-h/SDC13486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375137885254180754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphTbY1R35I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/gC7MER7nOlg/s400/SDC13486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tub’s parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Buying gifts for certain people can sometimes really wreck your brains. But getting theirs was a piece of cake. Literally. Actually it wasn't a piece. It was a whole cake each. And getting the cake is the easiest and most important part of a birthday. Haha. Okok.. Let me make myself feel better can or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly a special day but because someone was pantang, it ended up just like any other day, except I got a lovely surprise and I got to watch fireworks! Thanks to those who were involved for my little gift. It was really sweet!! I love you tubs~ Sun with Moon for dinner at Central followed by Hokkaido green tea ice cream from Azabu Sabo. Damn satisfying dinner. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphMqeATs-I/AAAAAAAAC-g/TIYsbc5SSfY/s1600-h/fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375130447759258594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphMqeATs-I/AAAAAAAAC-g/TIYsbc5SSfY/s400/fireworks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOGIE BOOGIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mambo Jambo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Zouk on Mambo night one day, only to end up at Wine Bar the entire time. Please tell me that day’s crowd is only a one-off thing. I can’t imagine that kind of cannot-make-it crowd every week. It’s just gross and how unappealing that for the first time ever I couldn’t even be fucked to go into Zouk to take a look cos it just wasn‘t worth my toes being trampled on by jumpy sweaty guys . Guys! It’s time to get some sense of style, may it be the way you dress or the way you carry yourself. So much for people watching… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the drunkards were looking like fools as oways and there was a fully sober ang moh who peed on the road near the valet and we were just standing behind him. He just turned around, said sorry, finished peeing, and walked off while his pee made it’s way down the slope. A few unfortunate souls had the honour of the valet driving their cars over the piss and stopping there for them to take over the car. Thank god when it was our turn, someone had come to wash it away. If you thought Singaporeans were bad, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME MISCELLANEOUS MEET UPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Angel after what seemed like forever. Hung around Ion catching up and catching up and catching up. Phew. Later in the evening, it became 4 of us after Mel and Ruby came to join us. And we ended up at Shaw Macs talking and talking until it was damn late, or rather early in the morning. I think I haven’t spoken so much non stop for a very long time oready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Jes is so busy juggling work, school and a new BF that for her to meet me nowadays is considered a real treat. Haha. At least I still feel the love cos I know she really bothers to find time to meet up and catch up. That day we went Siglap after her work and my buddy and I shared a meal which we ate until we nearly puked cos she had the KFC coupon. Haha. After that we slacked at the newly opened Sidewalk Tavern. I quite like the place. Only pity is that they don’t open til later. But I guess 1130pm is considered late oready so I shall not ask for too much. Haha. Food and price are both good and it’s such a nice place to slack at. Looks like I’ll be back there soon enough to patronise them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Been meeting Jane quite abit and this woman is really studying. Hardworking studying. -applause- I need some of that to motivate me man… Chen has gone through a rough patch recently but she’s handling it with finesse. So I’m very proud of my bitch! I know it’s tougher than what it seems but jiayou! I know you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That’s about it for now I guess. I know I’ve missed out quite a lot of things and people but I’m just doing a casual update and I seriously can’t remember a lot of things oready. But there has been one thing on my mind though - Brandy Cherry Chocolates from Prestat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphMqroYLBI/AAAAAAAAC-o/CelWJN7QOFs/s1600-h/prestat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375130451416984594" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphMqroYLBI/AAAAAAAAC-o/CelWJN7QOFs/s400/prestat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t eaten those in quite awhile and it’s damn orgasmic. Anyway, I can’t be happier that Patchi opened a proper shop at Ion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphMDdkD_sI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/EQhpuZae1_4/s1600-h/patchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375129777625890498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphMDdkD_sI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/EQhpuZae1_4/s400/patchi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their chocs rocks my socks! It is get fat and get broke time indulging in chocolates! Yum yum!!&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/9504201-7789105926572641891?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7789105926572641891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7789105926572641891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-havent-blogged-in-about-month.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SphJesBudGI/AAAAAAAAC9w/9yOkuP9qRbg/s72-c/depp5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-319988089834553573</id><published>2009-07-29T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:27:14.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Boy came back on Friday night! Tubs and I went to pick him up from the airport and it’s great to see him again! If I had the time and money, I oso wanna go travel like he does. Haha. I’m getting mouldy staying in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went for XDL and I wasn’t in the mood for it and surprisingly, Danny Boy’s appetite has shrunk even though he has put on weight. I think we talked more than eat lah. Mel joined us for awhile before going clubbing, and at that moment, I suddenly missed clubbing. *sigh* Feeling like an old aunty oready. We spent the rest of the night just catching up (yup, no alcohol can you believe it!?!!) and here are some of the goodies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danny Boy gave me his 5-yen coin cos apparantly, Go-en (Jap for 5 yen) sounds like 'fate', therefore people keep this coin for good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiJPxO0BI/AAAAAAAAC8A/Cka68YAutSQ/s1600-h/SDC13385s"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363824698445451282" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiJPxO0BI/AAAAAAAAC8A/Cka68YAutSQ/s400/SDC13385s" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiJfTGBdI/AAAAAAAAC8I/Ug-cirxt7as/s1600-h/SDC13386s"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363824702614013394" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiJfTGBdI/AAAAAAAAC8I/Ug-cirxt7as/s400/SDC13386s" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the Marlboro Black at Bali was so good, we got him to buy a slot back for us. Declared and taxes paid for hor! Not only did it end up being more expensive than Singapore ciggies, it tasted a whole lot worse than the Bali ones. Dammit.. I think the Japs really like to smoke paper.. so far all the Jap ciggies I've tried are tasteless and far too light. Which leads me to thinking why they smoke for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiqEm7t-I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/vB5__8UBTlg/s1600-h/SDC13387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363825262385149922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiqEm7t-I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/vB5__8UBTlg/s400/SDC13387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was a really nice surprise! Shiroi Koibito chocolate coooookkkiiiiieeeee~ It's damn yummy and it's not hard to see why it's so famous lah. And it comes in a nice tin with cats all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiHfQbYOI/AAAAAAAAC7o/6Po5pFPRLv0/s1600-h/3212040721_61c1159315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363824668243091682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiHfQbYOI/AAAAAAAAC7o/6Po5pFPRLv0/s400/3212040721_61c1159315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnApe7muB1I/AAAAAAAAC8w/4HmR-SKJKks/s1600-h/gg_090124_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363832767571167058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnApe7muB1I/AAAAAAAAC8w/4HmR-SKJKks/s400/gg_090124_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnApenWX5-I/AAAAAAAAC8o/JbVQF0OcqHE/s1600-h/113998433_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363832762133899234" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnApenWX5-I/AAAAAAAAC8o/JbVQF0OcqHE/s400/113998433_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won’t be long before he flies off again. It’s so damn hard trying to catch him. Haha. As much as he isn’t around much, but he seems happy flying everywhere so I guess that’s good for him.&lt;br /&gt;Tubs was in hibernation mode on Saturday and I was on MSN chatting with the whole world until I nearly went mad with boredom and I was complaining to Mel how I wanted to go Ion to take a look. She offered to accompany me but I couldn’t possibly leave tubs and run out so I tried waking him up. When I finally woke him up and got ourselves to town to meet Mel, it was evening oready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion was pure madness. Pretty expected… but worse than what I imagined. There was difficulty walking and it totally put us off shopping. So all we did was to do a really speedy walk around the place and bought something to bite on from the food stalls in the basement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that it was far too packed to give the place a fair judgment so I shall attempt to go another day, hopefully on a weekday afternoon. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Ion was so packed and so was Wisma, we headed to Novena for Wee Nam Kee. I know I’m very suaku.. It was my first time there and even though it was good, it wasn’t as fantastic as what I expected since everyone raves about their chicken rice. After that, we popped over to U.d.d.e.r.s and Mel treated us to ice cream! It was shiok but so damn filling. I ended up trading ice cream with Mel cos mine was too creamy. Hur hur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Mel off for her Heineken event and then we went to look for Alex for coffee, Macs and Max. The doggy was falling asleep half the time lah. He’s so cute but I still prefer him with really long and shaggy fur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, woke up bright and early to go Mandai to visit Grandpa. This time Abi came with her husband (whose name nobody remembers). I can’t be fucked with her. So she was pretty much invisible to me. Not that I wanna be mean, but it was her choice to make things personal. If it wasn’t to visit Grandpa, I may have prayed for her to get shat on by a passing bird or something but well, despite her distinctive walk, talk &amp;amp; dress sense, I managed to keep her out of view so it’s all good. Not that I wish she didn’t turn up, but turn up every time. Don’t act like a prissy empress dowager cos at the end of the day, I believe she owes everything to the family even though she acts the opposite. Urgh. Enough of her. Giving me shivers down my backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking about shivers down my backbone.. While we were at Mandai, there were these monkeys that suddenly came out from nowhere and started feasting on the offerings people had left there. They were quite amusing to watch and everyone started taking pictures of them. I took a couple too and after transferring the photos into my com, in one of the pictures.. I think i saw more than a monkey.. Fab. I don't dare to open the file now and the digi cam is with tubs lah. Haha. I know lah.. Of all places take photos at a crematorium &amp;amp; columbarium.. at exactly where people burn all the offerings somemore.. But I didn't think so much at that point in time k.. I guess all the other people taking pictures didn't think so much either..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that was lunch at some Chinese restaurant nearby. Food was alright nia. But I guess there aren’t many good restaurants in the area. Wanted to KTV and since we were gonna go Grandma’s place for dinner in the evening anyways, we decided to go Teo Heng and when we got there, rooms were fully booked. So clever of us. So in the end we went to Leisure park for Kbox. We never ever doubt Kbox’s aircon but since it was such an impromptu decision, we were far from well prepared. Thank god tubs had a jacket in the car which I hogged the entire time there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTV was full of oldie goldies. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;From Aaron Kwok’s classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr1UILhZn1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cr1UILhZn1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Beyond’s anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvYJYiZM8E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvYJYiZM8E8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left KTV late and to make matters worse, the elevator at Grandma’s wasn’t working cos there was a fire drill going on. The climb nearly killed me. I’m surprised I even managed to make it up. That is how unfit I am. Tsk tsk. I needed recovery time before eating dinner. Lol. It was pork rib prawn mee soup for dinner. Yums! Was damn stuffed after that and it didn’t take long for tubs to fall asleep there. I nearly fell asleep too but managed to keep awake. It was then that I heard news about Massa’s near fatal accident. I really hate such news. It seems like his life is no longer in danger so I guess that‘s something to be thankful about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Grandma’s was talk cock session at the kopi shop near Mel’s. Sometimes, it’s a wonder when people decide to show their true colors. But some things better seen earlier than later. Some of our conversations can be downright dumb and redundant, but some are really mind-opening food for thought material. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, my wisdom tooth is hurting like hell. It’s swollen until one side of my face looks distorted lah. KNN. And I can’t even close my mouth properly. But not like that keeps me away from food. Hahaha. Tried calling the polyclinic and after countless consecutive calls to no avail, I guess I can only call again tomorrow. Anybody wanna donate money to me to go to a private dentist instead? Haha. By the time I get through to somebody on the polyclinic line, to the time I book an appointment, to the time I get referred to somewhere else, to the time the other appointment gets booked, to the time I actually get down to extracting my tooth/ teeth, many moons would have passed and all my teeth would have rotted and dropped on their own by then.&lt;br /&gt;It’s mid-week Wednesday today but somehow it feels like a long way more to the weekend. *sigh* By right, I’m supposed to receive a little something in the mail anytime soon and I can’t wait! Anyway, it feels like forever since I last met up with my darling Jes and I finally got to meet her yesterday lah. She’s busy like hell but I’m so proud of her cos if I were her, running on her kinda schedule, I would have gone mad oready. Hopefully everything turns out great for her because she is one of those people who deserves nothing but the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to watch Public Enemies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiIihrgRI/AAAAAAAAC74/tmSTEsxmCHE/s1600-h/public-enemies-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363824686300627218" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiIihrgRI/AAAAAAAAC74/tmSTEsxmCHE/s400/public-enemies-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more like I can’t wait to watch Johnny Depp. Hur hur. And after all this time, I am still waiting for Up to open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiq5CkbFI/AAAAAAAAC8g/gMrDKLY2dAQ/s1600-h/up-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363825276459707474" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiq5CkbFI/AAAAAAAAC8g/gMrDKLY2dAQ/s400/up-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea it’ll take so long to be released here lah. Kao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway here's the synopsis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiqaG3d1I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/W3bZxgwczZI/s1600-h/Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363825268156233554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiqaG3d1I/AAAAAAAAC8Y/W3bZxgwczZI/s400/Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-319988089834553573?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/319988089834553573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/319988089834553573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-danny-boy-came-back-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SnAiJPxO0BI/AAAAAAAAC8A/Cka68YAutSQ/s72-c/SDC13385s' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-8562357199573779501</id><published>2009-07-23T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:05:27.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that I haven’t been updating over here for quite awhile now. Maybe it’s because I’ve been somewhat busy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I’ve let a time lag happen, I am unable to place certain events in order anymore. And that’s even if I can remember what I’ve been up to at all. But let’s try. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breko @ Bugis with Mel -&lt;/strong&gt; Their prices have rocketed &amp;amp; their standards have plummeted. I’m sad it’s no longer how it used to be cos it was somewhere I really enjoyed going to for a drink and some bites. But come to think of it, that was many years ago. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XDL supper with tubs, Alex &amp;amp; Mel -&lt;/strong&gt; It used to be too much of a good thing, now it’s just shiokadoo! In fact, I’m oready looking forward to the next XDL session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ban Mian with my bitches -&lt;/strong&gt; Jane got me a t-shirt &amp;amp; a lighter from her BKK trip which I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5Q2YN3FI/AAAAAAAAC5w/-2RyDTIjadk/s1600-h/SDC13381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361105736813108306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5Q2YN3FI/AAAAAAAAC5w/-2RyDTIjadk/s400/SDC13381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, it ended up with us somehow on the topic of the ghostlies again. Why am I not surprised…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hairdresser’s -&lt;/strong&gt; Went for a much needed trim and treatment while tubs dyed his hair purple and had treatment as well. Yup! Purple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Museum during the Night Festival -&lt;/strong&gt; We went after sundown and what we didn’t expect was the long queue of people visiting the museum at night. We knew Free Entry + Singaporeans = Mad Crowd, but just not that many people at that time. Anyway, the weather outside was cold due to the rain and the temperature inside the museum was much colder than outside. Thank goodness both of us went prepared with our jackets. We went to the History Gallery and it was pretty interesting I gotta say. There were 2 paths to choose from and we chose the ‘events’ path instead of the ‘personal’ path. We thought that bought paths would lead to the same places but I guess we were wrong. It was only when we were getting out of the museum that we took a look at the map and we realized we had only covered about half of the entire gallery. WTH. But it was too late to go to the other gallery anyways. There was so much to see and listen and walk that by the time we were chased out at 2am, we had more or less walked finished our path but had skipped a lot of the audio description that we could hear from our handheld multimedia device. So I guess for people who wanna walk History Gallery thoroughly, you better go really early. If I’m not wrong, we had spent 3 hours inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-Museum -&lt;/strong&gt; Leaving the museum, I had such a pain in my stomach I nearly passed out. I dunno what kind of pain it was, it was just one of the worst pains I’ve ever had. But after a couple of hours or so, I was feeling better so tubs &amp;amp; I met Alex at the coffeeshop. Seeing that it was getting late, we decided to leave and then we saw Marcus and his gf at the coffeeshop. So everyone hung out together somemore til it was later than late. *yawn* On the way home, I had a super strong craving for hotcakes so Macs drive thru it was! Yums~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jes’s Honeymoon -&lt;/strong&gt; My dear Jes is finally attached. About time I say! It’s been neither here nor there for so long, and then BOOM! it happened. Haha. I guess that’s what you call a Love Boat. My dear Jes deserves nothing short of a great guy so that better be the case! Haha. But I still can't believe how much she paid for the cruise trip... Insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudd -&lt;/strong&gt; After meeting up with Jes for dinner and coffee one evening, I ended up meeting up with Mudd at my place. It’s been a very very long time since I last met up with him and I gotta say his call kinda took me by surprise but it was nice catching up nevertheless. At least I know there’s one more bored person in the east. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KTV -&lt;/strong&gt; Had dinner at Mel’s place and boy do I miss good home cooked food. Why can’t the mother cook like Grandma or Aunty Corina? Haha. I don’t need fancy food.. I just need my food to taste right. We were watching 'It's A Small World' during dinner and that episode was damn funny I couldn't take it.. We couldn't stop laughing at the honky guy's mandarin but even though the show is very entertaining, Mark Lee's mandarin is quite bad.. If I can notice the mistakes, it must be that bad. So I really wonder what is the purpose of this show. Anyway after dinner, Mel and I went to pick tubs up from TMCC and then we went to Teo Heng for them to sing their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandra, Orchard, Tanjong Pagar, Marina Square -&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn’t sleep the night before so decided to accompany Jane in the morning to bring her car for servicing. First thing in the morning, my nose was killing me no thanks to all the dust cos I spent the night packing abit of my room, and oso the smell of the concoction the condo’s cleaner was using to mop the floor. It was absolutely toxic man.. After dropping her car off and having some delifrance and milo at the service centre, we headed off to Orchard. Macs breakfast while people watching is quite nice, but that’s if you minus the bad nose + sun. After breakfast, the shopping starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought something totally redundant. I bought a pig thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5673h0HI/AAAAAAAAC6g/WsV2k4AOPRU/s1600-h/MHPigP1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361106459841122418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5673h0HI/AAAAAAAAC6g/WsV2k4AOPRU/s400/MHPigP1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sealed box had shown 6 pigs, and except for the green one, I found the rest to be very cute. So can’t be so sway kena the green one right? I bought it, opened it, and saw the green swine. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5QQDjt2I/AAAAAAAAC5o/6Jw--Qx-m2k/s1600-h/SDC13369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361105726525912930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5QQDjt2I/AAAAAAAAC5o/6Jw--Qx-m2k/s400/SDC13369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5P4jPuPI/AAAAAAAAC5g/W8HWXb5Wn-k/s1600-h/SDC13368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361105720216369394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5P4jPuPI/AAAAAAAAC5g/W8HWXb5Wn-k/s400/SDC13368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara was having sale and it couldn’t have been a better time to go since weekday afternoons weren’t so crowded and we were near Liat anyways. Managed to buy some clothes which made me very happy. Hur hur. Spent the rest of the day walking and shopping and stopping by Macs for some ice cream and to rest and people watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jane’s car was ready to collect, I headed down to Tanjong Pagar to look for Mel for our manicure and pedicure session. But they somehow got the appointment wrong and we decided to reschedule. So we cabbed over to Marina Square and the shopping starts once again. Haha. Because Zara carries different clothes at different outlets, I ended up with more shopping. We walked and bought until all the shops had finally closed. By then, tubs had come to look for us so we headed to Dunman for TJZ. The people had heard the order wrongly and made it super spicy for us. It was far too spicy man. Tubs couldn’t take it and I ended up with swollen lips. Haha. When I cleaned my mouth, I actually rubbed my lips off. Fucking painful. And for the next 2 days, my lips were still peeling lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all that I can remember for now. Now for this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember anything except dinner followed by coffee with tubs at Xin Wang til late. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East Plaza with tubs cos he hasn’t been there in ages and keeps condemning the place. I can’t stand stubborn assuming people. Haha. But this time it was weird cos he was the one who suggested going there. After FEP, we headed to Square 2 for Gong Wen’s birthday dinner. But since we were early, we went over to U.d.d.e.r.s for some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5jypr5cI/AAAAAAAAC6I/TbuW0rady2E/s1600-h/6456_129881445378_536810378_3496104_5234974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361106062230152642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5jypr5cI/AAAAAAAAC6I/TbuW0rady2E/s400/6456_129881445378_536810378_3496104_5234974_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Tiramisu, which I thought was good but too pricy. For $6 a scoop, I can think of many more brands of ice cream to spend that money on. After that we tried looking for the restaurant in vain. Haha. From being early to being late. We walked from building to building until we bumped into Huiting, who was also lost and in the wrong building. Lol. But we finally managed to find it. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Seoul Yummy. Korean food of cos. I thot the food was pretty alright. But the service was lousy. If it wasn’t Gong Wen’s birthday and if the rest didn’t ask me to let it go, I would have a lot to say to whoever was in charge then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I think staff should have a decent knowledge of English and the menu. Basic necessity. If all I do is read off the menu and point to the picture, how can anybody not get it? Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set meal comes as a set for a reason. When serving, don’t announce every dish and ask whose it is. Open your damn eyes and see which dish matches whichever is oready on the table. There were so many of us and drink + appetizer + side order + soup + main dish + dessert + blah blah blah. Go figure how many times a conversation has to be interrupted just to help the waiter figure out what is whose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand servers who instead of putting the food on the table, they pass it to you instead. I pay service charge for a reason. If I wanted to take my own food, I would have gone somewhere else. I understand if it was too heavy or too far to reach etc. All you have to do is ask or say nicely. Don’t pass it to the customer like they are supposed to do you that favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our food started coming, a bowl of rice was given to everyone. I didn’t feel like having mine, therefore I pushed mine away. Tubs ate his share and it was during billing when we realized the rice he ate was chargeable. The rest weren’t cos it was included in their set. This is as simple as being a cheat. Charging people for everything you put in front of them and hoping they would consume it, even if it was something they never ordered. It doesn’t make sense cos as long as the order was taken right, people tend to eat whatever is served to them. As long as something is not complimentary, it is only right to tell the customer. When the rice issue was brought up, the waiter could even point tubs out and said ‘but you ate what’. WTF. All he had to say was ‘sorry I am a cock up and a trickster and shouldn’t have tricked you into eating it to make more money for the restaurant’. I would rather he just waive the cost of the price off knowing it was a boo-boo on their part and the customer wasn’t too happy abut it. It’s not even about the money. It’s about morals and about customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for the bill to be split. It could have been done, but somehow it wasn’t. I’ll close one eye if they didn’t know how to do it (even though that shouldn’t even be an acceptable reason). But if I find out it wasn’t done bcos it was too much of a hassle, I would be damn pissed. We did ask the waiter for the manager, but all he could say was that there’s no manager and he’s the one in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Seoul Yummy has no ethics, no basic customer service and is absolute bullshit. Maybe I came on a wrong day, but this one time is more than enough for me to condemn the place. Not only will I not only go back there, I’ll let all my friends know not to patronise them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But spending time with my lovelies oways makes everything better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5RtHCUnI/AAAAAAAAC6A/2vmQgdcK2_o/s1600-h/5936_216643935653_852520653_7759433_2782254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361105751504999026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5RtHCUnI/AAAAAAAAC6A/2vmQgdcK2_o/s400/5936_216643935653_852520653_7759433_2782254_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My tubs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5ReROegI/AAAAAAAAC54/sIaR7625yUk/s1600-h/5760_112701036986_703151986_2614722_1987860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361105747521206786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5ReROegI/AAAAAAAAC54/sIaR7625yUk/s400/5760_112701036986_703151986_2614722_1987860_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the restaurant, we headed to U.d.d.e.r.s for more ice cream! Haha. Mandy and Gong Wen left for St James after awhile and the rest of us stayed to talk cock. And then it got more and more insane until it was pure laughing madness. People must be thinking which flavour of ice cream we’ve all be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group pic @ U.d.d.e.r.s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5kTQsD0I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/sVflh3RyNGc/s1600-h/5936_216643985653_852520653_7759441_2143735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361106070983675714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5kTQsD0I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/sVflh3RyNGc/s400/5936_216643985653_852520653_7759441_2143735_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hope you enjoyed the little gathering and I have to say age is definately not catching up with you man. Haha. You still look as young and even prettier than I first met you! I notice that our meet-ups and celebrations are getting more and more simple. But it doesn't mean we're having any less fun. Sometimes quality time spent with each other means so much more! But I still think we should try to meet up more often, ok gang!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally left, tubs and I headed to join Mel. What a coincidence cos she was at the pub directly below Boozee, which is where Jes frequents weekly and which we’ve been to quite a few times before too. Mel was with Alac, whom I haven’t seen in probably 9 years, whom I got to know through another group of friends. Haha. Called Jes down for a smoke and then it was drinking time. How I miss my beer.. But I guess it’s something I won’t need to miss too much cos Danny boy is coming back very very soon oready and with him around, never fear that there is no beer. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, tubs and I went to Iluma to watch Ice Age 3 cos it was the only cinema with the best timing. Might as well I guess cos we haven’t been there yet. I quite like the place I gotta say. Not really shopping wise but I like the big open spaces. Cluttered and crowded shopping centers can really drive me mad. Because we were rushing for our movie, we didn’t walk the entire place, other than catching a glimpse as we took the escalator. Ice Age 3 was really funny! After the show, we managed to grab some ice cream from Marble Slab Creamery before heading over to Grandma’s for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ56jP48fI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/bsuE_q2JE9U/s1600-h/marbleslab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361106453232415218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ56jP48fI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/bsuE_q2JE9U/s400/marbleslab.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream was fab. But it was too much. And it spoilt my dinner. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some unforeseen circumstances, Mel didn’t come over for dinner. We watched abit of Harry Potter on TV and then went to pick Mel up and headed over to our new fave coffeeshop to talk. Something bad happened but I guess at the end of the day, it could have been worse so I guess I’m still abit relieved. I believe some things happen for a reason. Some reasons we’ll never find out until after awhile, some reasons are hard to even understand why. But let’s just take things one step at a time now and see what’s in store. In the meantime, I’ll oways be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner &amp;amp; Pedicure with Mel. I have forsaken my nails for far too long. Now that I’ve got my feet done, I really gotta do my hands too man.. I guess that’ll be settled another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I stayed awake in hope of catching the solar eclipse, but my insomnia is just such a convenient excuse eh. Anyway it’s raining and raining over here in our sunny island and so there’s nothing to see at all. But it’s quite nice watching it live on channel newsasia. It’s really quite a sight, especially over in India and China. But since the weather is such over here, then I guess that’s it for us experiencing the longest total solar eclipse of the 21st century. Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-8562357199573779501?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8562357199573779501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8562357199573779501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realized-that-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SmZ5Q2YN3FI/AAAAAAAAC5w/-2RyDTIjadk/s72-c/SDC13381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4642433714311301497</id><published>2009-07-08T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:07:38.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;ECP Fun Fun Cafe date during dinner time til late. Haha. Went over to tubs place after that and then we went to Cathay to watch Transformers. I really liked it but there was still something missing. I know it was 2.5hrs but it didn't seem that long other than becoming more fidgety and needing to piss. Maybe I was itching for more Transformers action. Not Human i.e Megan Fox and Shia LaBeouf. Anyway tubs bought me a combo just because the cup was damn cute. Haha. It's top was like a snow globe with the silly squirrel and it's acorn. I think one day he'll stop buying me combos just because I like the cup/ gift. Haha. But to be fair, I did finish my popcorn and my drink....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;In the early afternoon, tubs and I set off for our heritage tour, but not before going to Roxy to eat the wanton mee which I haven't ate for years. I still like it even though the standard has dropped a little. Maybe it's just the taste of nostalgia that was so satisfying. Haha. Ok back to the matter at hand. This week we went to Fort Canning to walk about. Becasue it was in the afternoon, the heat wasn't funny man. I nearly passed out on the tombstones there. Haha. The only shady part were below the trees, which comes insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda lazy to explain everything in detail so here are just some pictures and a description I stole off the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gothic Gates&lt;/strong&gt; - These imposing and sombre gateways in gothic style lead the visitor into Fort Canning Green, where a Christian cemetery used to stand. Built in 1846, these gates have since become landmarks of Fort Canning Hill. Note the letters above both gates - IHS - standing for Iota Heta Sigm , the first three letters of the Greek word for Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTtvUGELI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/SgBOkpSLpxQ/s1600-h/SDC13226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355716427133620402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTtvUGELI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/SgBOkpSLpxQ/s400/SDC13226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Brooke Napier Memorial&lt;/strong&gt; - Dedicated to James Brooke Napier, the infant son of William Napier, who was Singapore's first Law Agent, and Maria Frances Napier, the widow of George Coleman. The memorial was the largest erected in the cemetery, reflecting the status of William Napier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTt6DCenI/AAAAAAAAC3g/M_IiTyUWFM0/s1600-h/SDC13238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355716430014872178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTt6DCenI/AAAAAAAAC3g/M_IiTyUWFM0/s400/SDC13238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fort Canning Centre&lt;/strong&gt; - It used to be the barracks of the British Army. The British Army chose Fort Canning as its headquarters of its defence bases in the 1920s to protect British interests in Southeast Asia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTuqKBWeI/AAAAAAAAC3w/7WqLI0JKKbw/s1600-h/SDC13244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355716442929060322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTuqKBWeI/AAAAAAAAC3w/7WqLI0JKKbw/s400/SDC13244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cupolas&lt;/strong&gt; - Designed by George Coleman, they were probably places of rest. The word 'cupola' means a small dome-shaped roof or ceiling. George Coleman was a talented architect who left his mark on the urban landscape of Singapore. He was Raffles' consultant on Singapore's first town plan. As Superintendent of Public Works, he oversaw projects of land reclamation and construction of roads and landmarks such as the Armenian Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTuFqWY9I/AAAAAAAAC3o/lCwHpCbcQ98/s1600-h/SDC13242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355716433132544978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTuFqWY9I/AAAAAAAAC3o/lCwHpCbcQ98/s400/SDC13242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Coleman's Tombstone&lt;/strong&gt; @ Christian Cemetary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU0dJPo-I/AAAAAAAAC4I/h0HEj6V-jn8/s1600-h/SDC13248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717642026984418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU0dJPo-I/AAAAAAAAC4I/h0HEj6V-jn8/s400/SDC13248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fort Wall &amp;amp; Gate&lt;/strong&gt; - The Gate and the adjoining wall are the remains of the fortress which occupied this hill from 1861 to 1926 when it was demolished to make way for the reservoir. Some 400 coolies were mobilised in leveling 3 hectares of hilltop and constructing the elaborate fort complex of barrack blocks, hospital, gunpowder magazines and supporting artillery. In 1867, the fort had seven 68-pounder guns, eight 8-inch guns, two 13-inch mortars and some 14-pounder cannonades. A cannon was fired 3 times a day (at 5 a.m., 1 p.m. and 9 p.m.) in colonial times to announce the hour. Be sure to look behind the Fort Gate's massive wooden door for the narrow stairway leading to the roof.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTu9xgKkI/AAAAAAAAC34/JX-gGh3Z0Fc/s1600-h/SDC13263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355716448194931266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTu9xgKkI/AAAAAAAAC34/JX-gGh3Z0Fc/s400/SDC13263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally Port&lt;/strong&gt; - A small hidden door that leads into or out of a fort, allowing occupants to escape from the fort undetected. Fort Canning had at least three sally ports but only one remains today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU0OHkMQI/AAAAAAAAC4A/iWLe0m29XK4/s1600-h/SDC13267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717637993410818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU0OHkMQI/AAAAAAAAC4A/iWLe0m29XK4/s400/SDC13267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archaeological Excavation Site&lt;/strong&gt; - In 1984, archaeologist John Miksic and his team began an archaeological excavation that continues until today.Among the artefacts recovered were porcelain, earthenware and glass shards. These artefacts show that there could have been a Malay kingdom on Fort Canning Hill, with possibility of glass and gold workshops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU0902S9I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/ZsVY9AolpJU/s1600-h/SDC13268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717650799807442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU0902S9I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/ZsVY9AolpJU/s400/SDC13268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the cemetary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU1Nhxm-I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/sjH5Ns_qxTI/s1600-h/SDC13272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717655014775778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU1Nhxm-I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/sjH5Ns_qxTI/s400/SDC13272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw other things like The Battle Box, Spice Garden, Raffles Terrace, Sculpture Garden, 9 pound cannon etc but we didn't take much photos cos the weather was so damn hot I really wasn't in the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;After that, to the museum we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the Singapore National Museum was heavenly. No more insects, no more grass, no more heat. Being suaku, and especially when I can't even remember whether I've been into the museum before, we were quite lost. Haha. Luckily we got help from a very nice security who told us since it was already 5+pm, maybe we shouldn't buy tickets cos certain galleries are free from 6-8pm and the other one which wasn't free closes at 6pm and we wouldn't have enough time to finish walking that. So he suggested either we come earlier another day or we come during the upcoming weekend cos musuem hours are extended til late and it's FOC in conjunction with the Night Festival. So while waiting for 6pm, we sat at the nice cafe downstairs for a much needed drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 4 free galleries in total which were under 'Living Galleries'. The first one we went to was 'Food'. Nothing much but it was fine. Then we headed to 'Photography'. The pictures we damn freaky. Just take a good look at every picture and the faces of the people in all the photos. It's straight from a horror movie. The way they stand, their clothes, their expressions.. instant goosebumps. So we headed over to 'Film &amp;amp; Wayang'. It was darker than the other galleries and they had a few big ass screens showing old movies and the sounds were scary man. The screaming etc made me really uncomfortable and then we came to an area which was better lit but the first thing you see is a huge red paper house. The first thing that came to mind was those houses people burn for the deceased. Even tubs freaked out and when he turned the other direction, it was a bunch of wooden puppets hanging against the wall looking straight at him. That was it for him. Haha. So finally we headed to 'Fashion'. I have no idea why they have to keep the enire place so dark and with so many corners. At every corner, it looks like there's a big space in front of you but it was just a mirror. It took some getting used to cos being in darkness and having a mirror right smack in front of you is just not very settling. But it was less scary than the previous 2 even though it was the darkest. It didn't help that other than the 'Food' and 'Photograpy' galleries, we were pretty much alone in the other 2, other than probably 2 or 3 other people who came before us which means they oso left before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU1VwT1vI/AAAAAAAAC4g/buOKUznziSw/s1600-h/SDC13274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717657223223026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNU1VwT1vI/AAAAAAAAC4g/buOKUznziSw/s400/SDC13274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWy_BOzKI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Vnb_N_8iEx0/s1600-h/SDC13299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719815783697570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWy_BOzKI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/Vnb_N_8iEx0/s400/SDC13299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWHXQx6bI/AAAAAAAAC5I/8s8Ex2WSWaA/s1600-h/SDC13298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719066377120178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWHXQx6bI/AAAAAAAAC5I/8s8Ex2WSWaA/s400/SDC13298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWGK0SLwI/AAAAAAAAC4w/8D7LMf40qIU/s1600-h/SDC13285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719045856505602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWGK0SLwI/AAAAAAAAC4w/8D7LMf40qIU/s400/SDC13285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWHL3fkQI/AAAAAAAAC5A/OtnO4AnRT7o/s1600-h/SDC13288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719063318270210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWHL3fkQI/AAAAAAAAC5A/OtnO4AnRT7o/s400/SDC13288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looky at the date. Familiar? Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWGQ4-pAI/AAAAAAAAC44/3fYL3Ds9wA0/s1600-h/SDC13286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719047486809090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWGQ4-pAI/AAAAAAAAC44/3fYL3Ds9wA0/s400/SDC13286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWzJzmI9I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9tT5m72o1nQ/s1600-h/SDC13300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355719818679296978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNWzJzmI9I/AAAAAAAAC5Y/9tT5m72o1nQ/s400/SDC13300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for our little excursion. I still don't think museums and historical sites should be freaky. It's somewhere for people to learn and not portray our earlier days as being ghostly. Anyway at the car park, we heard what we thought was fireworks. But then it sounded more like the 21-gun salute which means fireworks had not started yet! So we went to Marina Barrage and waited for the fireworks, together with many other people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice evening, and then somehow, you can oways depend on some Singaporeans to spoil it for you. The kids there were like animals let out of their cages. Running like maniacs and screaming non stop over nothing. Gawd. And then when you are nicely seated somewhere with an unobstructed view, there will be people who will stand right in front of you, completely blocking any view at all. There was so much empty space around and it's a no brainer that people are seated there for a reason. But anyways, don't say I never share the next piece of info - Marina Barrage is NOT a good fireworks watching spot. You can only see parts of it between the 3 IR buildings. Damn the IR. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had KFC drive thru for our dinner and ate at a block in Marine Parade and the wind was so damn strong &amp;amp; cold at the void deck. Didn't manage to finish my food and so we went back to my place after that and with barely enough time to freshen up, we had to rush off to celebrate Glenn's aunty's birthday at a pub in the Chinatown area. Aunty oready but still a yummy mummy. Lol. Actually aunty Lynn isn't even that old lah. Barely 40 and still looking good. Either we reached just in time for the cake cutting, or they purposely waited for us but better late than never eh. Haha. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Aunty Rita and Samantha back but not before we went to the coffeeshop near her place for supper. Shared a bowl of noodles soup with tubs and it was pretty good but I only had a little bit before it was all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much slept the day away. I woke up now and then during the day but tubs was impossible to wake, which led to me falling back asleep and before we knew it, it was past 6.30pm oready. Die. Quickly got ready and rushed to Granny's for dinner. It was Jeff's birthday so there was yummy cake for dessert. Yay! And Grandma made noodles for dinner which I so damn love to the max. Thinking of it is making me hungry man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Mel after dinner and it seems like forever since I last saw her or spoke to her. No matter what happens, I still love you and will oways be there whenever you need me k! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, it was around 2am oready so it was back to tub's place for him to finish doing my com for me and then we went for Macs brekkie. The weather was so cold and shiok and I couldn't imagine what could be worse than sitting at the smoking area and enjoying our hot breakfast but I guess somethings I really didn't predict. Like the numerous insects that were all over the restaurant, both inside and outside. Some were flying about, some were dead on the floor, some had lost their wings and were just crawling around the entire place... But whatever it is, I can't have a peace of mind and enjoy my breakfast with these pests around. Just looking at them gave me an itch. And when i say numerous, I mean it. Everywhere you looked, up or down, you can see them. And then tubs concluded that it must have been the staff that left all their doors open when there weren't any customers so that they could save electricity on the aircon and therefore that was why there were sooooo damn many insects indoors. Gross stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I reformatted my com and some things could not be back-uped and some things were forgotten to back up, I have a load of things to do now just to get it back to normal. That's about it for the weekend. Gotta return to downloading and sorting stuff out. I guess it's high time for some computer housekeeping anyways. Thank goodness they're showing the Michael Jackson Memorial on TV now. At least something to entertain me at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4642433714311301497?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4642433714311301497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4642433714311301497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-ecp-fun-fun-cafe-date-during.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SlNTtvUGELI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/SgBOkpSLpxQ/s72-c/SDC13226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-2484194322751551011</id><published>2009-07-01T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:28:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a coffee date with a loved one at ECP and guess what? The UK Fun Fun Café was open lor. The past few times I went, it was closed and I was pretty sure it had closed down for good. But apparently it’s still open, except they only serve drinks now, and the closing time is whenever they feel like it. Yeah, damn WTF. I like the place cos it’s comfy, drinks are nice, and it isn’t expensive. But judging by the way they’re looking, I doubt they’ll sustain much longer. Boo Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had supper at XDL together with tubs and I know I’ve said it many times before but it’s really nice getting an outdoor seat. It’s more cooling, less stuffy, less smelly, less noisy and I don’t have to keep running out just to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with supper, we found somewhere to chillax and it was morning before we knew it. Time for tubs to get his beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we pretty much slept most part of the day away. Went to tub’s place just to check movie timing but his parents came home around the same time as us and we all took turns to Skype with Tricia. She brought me on a ‘live’ tour of her apartment which was small but cosy and perfect for herself. I guess visiting her would be a perfect excuse to go Australia (hey I really wanna see her ok) but I guess that’ll have to wait cos soon she’ll be flying back for a short break anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went to Lido because we had free open tickets. Wanted to watch Transformers but it was either sold out or selling fast so we ended up settling for ‘I Love You, Man’. It was alight only. It wasn’t bad enuff to piss me off, but I wouldn’t mind not watching it. We had 2 hours to spare before the show started and an empty stomach so with the car still parked at Shaw, we took a bus to Cineleisure for dinner. Haha. After which we took a stroll back to Lido for the movie. People either love the seats at Lido or they hate it. This time I hated it. Cos there was some fucker behind me who stuck his knee right at the back of my seat, which resulted in it to not being able to recline properly, which in turn made me feel like I was having a bad back. And then the fucker started shaking his legs. Which led to me vibrating in my vibrating seat. It was obvious he knew what he was doing. Even tubs could see me vibrating. I was in the mood for some an eye for an eye. So every time he vibrated/ kicked my chair, I made sure I tried to bust his knee open with my seat. He got it finally, but such a pity his pea brain took such a long time to register. I know Lido seats are damn near each other but if properly seated, and if guys sit normally (not slouching all the way down and with their legs open/ slightly open), the person in front wouldn’t have got it the way I did. I have no idea why that Gu Niang behind me was sitting with his legs closed the entire time, but I hope the next time he continues being such a moron, someone will not be as patient as me and bust both his knees open for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had a long Sunday planned, tubs decided to act hero and not sleep just so that we can finally wake up/ go out in the morning. So we went back to my place after the movie for awhile before we went to ECP for Macs breakfast and when the skies were starting to turn bright, we headed back to my place to wash up and pack for our Sunday excursion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the Southern Ridges for some early morning exercise. Yeah right. Out of 9km chain which consists of 8 intersecting trails, we had it short listed to only 3 trails - Henderson Waves, Hilltop Walk and Alexandra Arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weather looking good&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNEZlStI/AAAAAAAACyQ/MnSkWOvUz78/s1600-h/SDC13137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352979181416565458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNEZlStI/AAAAAAAACyQ/MnSkWOvUz78/s400/SDC13137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off was Henderson Waves. You could tell we were really prepared. I went armed with a bottle of water and sunglasses amongst other things, and also the most suitable pair of walking shoes ever - Slippers. Yeah, I completely forgot about footwear. Tubs wasn’t so bad. He wore his skate shoes but happened to wear a short sleeved shirt, which buttons came more and more undone along the walk. Haha. But it wasn’t that bad I gotta say. Cos we were sufficiently sheltered and the walk wasn’t exactly very long nor very tedious. Or maybe since it was the first walk, we were in a suitably happy mood and it helped that the morning sun wasn‘t too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcSrjc-2I/AAAAAAAACzo/0T7kIpP1B44/s1600-h/SDC13174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352981476849548130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcSrjc-2I/AAAAAAAACzo/0T7kIpP1B44/s400/SDC13174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The long and winding road&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNqKIqFI/AAAAAAAACyY/L6FneV_vxfg/s1600-h/SDC13146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352979191552321618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNqKIqFI/AAAAAAAACyY/L6FneV_vxfg/s400/SDC13146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKxKFy6I/AAAAAAAACzQ/THttwnh7gpA/s1600-h/SDC13166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352980241403202466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKxKFy6I/AAAAAAAACzQ/THttwnh7gpA/s400/SDC13166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKsB-y5I/AAAAAAAACzI/sgWMh_yYx8Y/s1600-h/SDC13165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352980240027011986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKsB-y5I/AAAAAAAACzI/sgWMh_yYx8Y/s400/SDC13165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The view from below&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeXq9GXSI/AAAAAAAAC04/SFa62kZsCFk/s1600-h/SDC13196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352983761611283746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeXq9GXSI/AAAAAAAAC04/SFa62kZsCFk/s400/SDC13196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The view below&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaOWsQPEI/AAAAAAAACyo/nkHMIkeu3HY/s1600-h/SDC13153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352979203506584642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaOWsQPEI/AAAAAAAACyo/nkHMIkeu3HY/s400/SDC13153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The view straight ahead&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaOmfyDqI/AAAAAAAACyw/U6PXCN8DyNw/s1600-h/SDC13154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352979207749242530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaOmfyDqI/AAAAAAAACyw/U6PXCN8DyNw/s400/SDC13154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the view above -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun's true powers are starting to show..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKC-aB-I/AAAAAAAACy4/OQMEBXhbBX4/s1600-h/SDC13158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352980229006165986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKC-aB-I/AAAAAAAACy4/OQMEBXhbBX4/s400/SDC13158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally walked to the other end of the bridge, we realized that we went the wrong direction. If we had started from the other side, the trail would have flowed more with the paths we wanted to take. So we U-turned and took more rubbish pictures on the way back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spot the bird&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNy-Px4I/AAAAAAAACyg/rxlqRK-fpZI/s1600-h/SDC13151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352979193918375810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNy-Px4I/AAAAAAAACyg/rxlqRK-fpZI/s400/SDC13151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Ah Beng isn't fond of heights&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKfv9XgI/AAAAAAAACzA/WV0wq_IOy8I/s1600-h/SDC13163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352980236730195458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbKfv9XgI/AAAAAAAACzA/WV0wq_IOy8I/s400/SDC13163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kid wasn't pointing at tubs but somehow the photo turned out this way. Lol&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbLNNkxmI/AAAAAAAACzY/tyAJEmy_Zhk/s1600-h/SDC13169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352980248934008418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmbLNNkxmI/AAAAAAAACzY/tyAJEmy_Zhk/s400/SDC13169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wootz!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcSTYJ_vI/AAAAAAAACzg/ihV9vvstecM/s1600-h/SDC13172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352981470359715570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcSTYJ_vI/AAAAAAAACzg/ihV9vvstecM/s400/SDC13172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back into the car for some aircon and to drive to the next trail. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was to Hilltop Walk, which was situated at Telok Blangah Hill which we were on anyways. So we just drove around looking for it, and ended up at Forest Walk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcS81HpTI/AAAAAAAACzw/e3W8y94urpI/s1600-h/SDC13176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352981481487050034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcS81HpTI/AAAAAAAACzw/e3W8y94urpI/s400/SDC13176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long snaking walk man. We didn’t think it would bring us to Hilltop Walk anyways so we just went to take a quick snap before we went back into the car. Driving along, we came across an abandoned mansion and despite the signs, we went in anyways. Haha. We didn’t go inside the mansion. We only walked thru some grass and stood in the vicinity taking pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the outside&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcTDVntsI/AAAAAAAACz4/o89jnRB0Zb8/s1600-h/SDC13180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352981483233982146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcTDVntsI/AAAAAAAACz4/o89jnRB0Zb8/s400/SDC13180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdTtIhSAI/AAAAAAAAC0I/6LKNBbXL8L8/s1600-h/SDC13183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352982593964951554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdTtIhSAI/AAAAAAAAC0I/6LKNBbXL8L8/s400/SDC13183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcTjmXBcI/AAAAAAAAC0A/B9CFMvEKEz4/s1600-h/SDC13182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352981491894126018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmcTjmXBcI/AAAAAAAAC0A/B9CFMvEKEz4/s400/SDC13182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The white area in the middle of the lamps used to be a fountain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdTyMT5OI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/9PMKzoOUHGI/s1600-h/SDC13186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352982595323028706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdTyMT5OI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/9PMKzoOUHGI/s400/SDC13186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mansion&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdUAMhLTI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/RvelwnJtMCk/s1600-h/SDC13188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352982599081995570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdUAMhLTI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/RvelwnJtMCk/s400/SDC13188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In it's heydays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpOd35HHSI/AAAAAAAAC1g/hmrl9titihA/s1600-h/alkaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353177382209920290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpOd35HHSI/AAAAAAAAC1g/hmrl9titihA/s400/alkaff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain clouds?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdUjbC9hI/AAAAAAAAC0o/0e-q5bLJ2FY/s1600-h/SDC13190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352982608538170898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmdUjbC9hI/AAAAAAAAC0o/0e-q5bLJ2FY/s400/SDC13190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was Alkaff Mansion, which not so long ago (2003 I think) ceased operations for what used to be a hotspot for weddings and it was also well known as a restaurant. The Mansion‘s history before that, you can find out on your own. Let’s just say some really rich Arabs used to own it, amongst other properties in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing our search for Hilltop Walk, we ended up at Canopy Walk. It was really walking thru the top of the trees. And that only means one thing - insects of every kind. The wasps were the last straw for us so we detoured before barely walking for even a couple of minutes. Haha. It was a redundant route for us anyways and we may have scared afew people on the way either by how we looked as if we saw a ghost or like we were being chased by something or just me with my Sadako inspired hair. My logic was that as long as I don’t see anything except the ground I‘m walking on, I won’t freak out and as long as nothing lands on my face, I wouldn’t scream the whole bridge down. But I guess I didn’t take into consideration how I looked to other people. That few steps into the Canopy Walk was enuff to give me an itch so back to the car we went once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round we went, up and down we went, not stopping til we came to dead ends. And alas, we figured we have passed every possible carpark at least twice and still no sign of Hilltop Walk. We decided to ask an uncle who seemed to have just finished his morning exercise and he told us it was at Kent Ridge Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;But instead of going to Kent Ridge, we went to Alexandra Arch first and I was lost for words at the sight that greeted us. It was just a damn pedestrian overhead bridge. The normal kind all over Singapore, the normal kind everybody uses to cross the road. Except this one had more pattern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeXdj7BOI/AAAAAAAAC0w/oRFfZ40_cSI/s1600-h/SDC13194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352983758016021730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeXdj7BOI/AAAAAAAAC0w/oRFfZ40_cSI/s400/SDC13194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to puke blood but then we spotted something more interesting. Other people’s houses. Hahaha. They were the big pretty colonial kind. Very nice but we figured it wouldn’t be very nice to take photos of people’s houses especially when they’re in. And it was that street that we figured out we were also at Floral Walk and Hortpark, which were 2 of the trails but which didn’t catch our fancy cos flora and fauna aren’t quite our cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over to Kent Ridge we went. And walk we did. First we were at the all familiar sight - The Tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeYG89lFI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RjYxwevXO0E/s1600-h/SDC13197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352983769126900818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeYG89lFI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RjYxwevXO0E/s400/SDC13197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because it was right at the carpark. Haha. Then uphill was the lookout point which showed more land reclamation at work in the near distance. This is Singapore. What’s new eh. And we also spotted some houses whose owners obviously didn’t have any taste in colours at all. Maybe they just wanted their house to be so striking that people can’t miss it when they are on Kent Ridge Park looking out. If that was the case, then they’ve succeeded 10 times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeYd9btSI/AAAAAAAAC1I/61WB9Bk8DA8/s1600-h/SDC13199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352983775302890786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeYd9btSI/AAAAAAAAC1I/61WB9Bk8DA8/s400/SDC13199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along, we ended up nowhere so we went back to the car and decided to drive our way around. And we drove and drove but there was nothing. And then we came to another side of Kent Ridge Park. We found a trail beside a condo but it looked highly questionable and definitely insect ridden but still no sign of Hilltop Walk. Our patience had kinda ran low at this point of time and all this trouble to just find Hilltop Walk was getting too frustrating. At the carpark was a sign leading to ‘Reflections at Bukit Chandu’ so we decided to make that our final stop. It was a mini museum of sorts and we had to pay an entrance fee which was pretty minimal and thoughts of being in an air-conditioned place was pretty tempting so in we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeYmkVVVI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/1yZtlLTl7gI/s1600-h/SDC13201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352983777613534546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmeYmkVVVI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/1yZtlLTl7gI/s400/SDC13201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpSoKRXCAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/_3U9MkKN5yg/s1600-h/bukit+chandu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181956988667906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpSoKRXCAI/AAAAAAAAC1o/_3U9MkKN5yg/s400/bukit+chandu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpSoW5flLI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zirFaVZ33wI/s1600-h/BukitChandu-MalayRegiment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353181960378225842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpSoW5flLI/AAAAAAAAC1w/zirFaVZ33wI/s400/BukitChandu-MalayRegiment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this colonial building on Bukit Chandu aka Opium Hill was restored and now made into a WW2 interpretative centre, with good reason as well, as Bukit Chandu was the site of one of the fiercest and last significant battles before the British surrendered Singapore to the Japanese on 15 February 1942. For 48 hours, our soldiers fought even though greatly outnumbered (159 : 13,000) and resorted to hand-to-hand combat when ammunition ran out. In the end, many died and those who survived were captured and massacred by the Japs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were barely any visitors inside the museum and the uncle in charge of the place was very nice and asked us to go up to view a show which was starting soon. In the room were some stools with headphones and including us, there was an ang moh lady on her own, and an ang moh couple. The show was a summary of the Bukit Chandu War as told by a man who was there. The only problem was there were a lot of sound effects, the volume both with and without headphones was very loud (headphones were to give a better sound effect) and throughout the video show, it was 70% of the time when the room was pitch black. I mean the kind where you can’t even see your hand in front of your face. It scared the shit outta me so I could only hold on to tubs. Before even halfway thru the show, the ang moh lady ran out. Haha. But I think something should be done about this. It’s a history lesson even though the aim was to make it seem more realistic and to make people concentrate on the dialogue. But I don’t get that vibe. It’s more of a ghost show vibe. -shivers- The whole museum was pretty small but we read everything and walked the whole place thoroughly before leaving. Sometimes it’s funny when are the times our country’s history catches our attention - when we are not forced to study it. I have pretty much completely forgotten Singapore’s history. And then when you stumble on such places, it really grabs your interest. Weird. But in a good way I guess. Some things, we just have to know about. Especially when our grandparents can still tell stories about it, you realise it wasn’t even that long ago when such terrible things took place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Kent Ridge after all this running around, it was only coming to lunch time, where we headed to Queensway for. I never fancied that hawker centre even though I’ve been there more than afew times but it’s always very hot there. The food is good. Tough choice but I guess eating there once in awhile is fine, especially since we’re seldom in that area anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was back to tub’s house but we decided to stop at a block nearby for a smoke first. While smoking, I saw an Indian lady carrying a baby in a way I found peculiar but not exactly wrong. She didn’t cradle the baby like people normally do, but instead she held the baby in such a way the only support the baby had was her 2 lower arms which she held out parallel to each other. You could see the baby’s arms and legs flailing in the air but it wasn’t crying at all so other than telling tubs to look at how she was carrying her baby, I didn‘t think much about it. The next thing we knew, she had oready walked past us and was nearing the road when we heard her shouting and screaming. We quickly went to take a look and we saw her screaming at somebody who had just gotten into a cab and the cab just sped off while she tried to chase it. And we realized she wasn’t carrying her baby. And then we spotted it on the floor. On the scorching hot concrete pavement. I got such a shock but I couldn’t figure out what had just happened. The baby was crying (thankfully it was still alive) and when the lady realized there was no way to catch up with the cab, she picked up her baby and walked off. She didn’t even check if the baby was ok, but she simply picked it up like it wasn’t even a living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fucking traumatized I swear. At that moment, all I wondered was if someone had pushed her causing the baby to fall or tried to attack/ rob her or tried to snatch her baby or steal the cab from her, and then asking the driver to quickly move off. I was oready walking towards her to ask if she was ok or if she wanted me to call the cops but when I saw how she picked up the baby. It stunned me until I stopped in my tracks immediately and turned to look at tubs who told me to leave her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it kinda sank in that she should be crazy and that she probably threw/ dropped her own baby on the ground to raise a ruckus, which is why the person was in such a hurry to get into the cab to avoid this crazed woman, and it also explains why the driver went off so fast. I can’t imagine a cab driver speeding off if his passenger who just rushed into his cab was up to no good. I just hope that she doesn’t do anything stupid with her baby anymore cos I highly doubt such a small baby can take much more of such impacts and trauma. But I hope even more that that was her own baby and not someone else’s baby which she stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at tub’s house, it was time for a nice long shower. It never felt better man. Rested for awhile and I started craving for ice cream. Thought I would settle the craving at U.d.d.e.r.s since it was nearby but then we ended up going to Liang Court cos I was craving for Japanese Green Tea ice cream to be specific and I love Haato’s, which had an outlet at Liang Court. Yums!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpWQTQvRhI/AAAAAAAAC14/CHTZXTlAV4Y/s1600-h/haato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185945131632146" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpWQTQvRhI/AAAAAAAAC14/CHTZXTlAV4Y/s400/haato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked Meidi-ya, wanted once again to buy 101 random things just because the packaging was so nice, practiced successfully some self-control, then we headed to Granny’s for dinner. Haven’t been over for 2 weeks oready. I swear Granny gave us her death stare. Haha. Aunty Cat has been back in Singapore for the past 2 weeks as well if I’m not wrong so it was about time I went over. Mel and family didn’t go over though cos they decided to stay home after their trip down under in case they caught anything nasty there. I still wanna go Australia lah. I don’t care about the damn H1N1. Haha. Heard fireworks going off and from where I was at the balcony, I could only see some smoke and some reflections. Should have tried the other rooms for a better view. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet up with Ben at night but while at my house waiting for Ben to call, tubs fell asleep. Ben never called, Tubs never woke, and I was still waiting to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs took leave so we slept in and by the time we left the house, it was dinner time. Went for fish steamboat which was wayyyyy too much for the both of us to finish but it was great eating that especially right after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having mad cravings for dessert and so after dinner, we went to Tom’s palette for ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpWQqeJ_jI/AAAAAAAAC2A/VHQ-vI8gxoA/s1600-h/tom%27s-page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353185951361924658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkpWQqeJ_jI/AAAAAAAAC2A/VHQ-vI8gxoA/s400/tom%27s-page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This place was highly raved about and I ain’t complaining about anything but somehow, it doesn’t give me enuff kick to go down just for an ice cream fix. I had rum&amp;amp;rasin which was laden with rum but not too much til it makes you choke, and I also had chocolate. Basic chocolate. It reminded me of Awfully Chocolate’s version a lot but I preferred the one at Awfully Chocolate. Tubs got himself some banana chocolate ice cream which he really liked. I think they have really nice ice cream, but there’s just something lacking which I can’t figure out exactly what. But then again, ice cream is very subjective. What’s too sweet for others may be just nice to me, what’s not creamy enough to me may be very creamy to others. So the only way to judge is to try for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And talking about cravings, I’ve been eating too much Jagabee in just 1 weekend. Somebody stop me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmemURn9QI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rpu7R-4XM7c/s1600-h/SDC13207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352984013221393666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmemURn9QI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/rpu7R-4XM7c/s400/SDC13207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/9504201-2484194322751551011?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/2484194322751551011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/2484194322751551011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-had-coffee-date-with-loved-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkmaNEZlStI/AAAAAAAACyQ/MnSkWOvUz78/s72-c/SDC13137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7066167269470961018</id><published>2009-06-26T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:24:16.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon River, wider than a mile, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm crossing you in style some day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wherever you're going I'm going your way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two drifters, off to see the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's such a lot of world to see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're after the same rainbow's end, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon River and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a song to set the mood for the weekend. This is one of those songs that never fail to touch me in a certain way, but I’m not sure if it’s in a good or bad way. It either makes me especially reminiscent of happier times, or it gives me a feeling of melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many covers of this song, but I can’t decide which version I like best between Andy Williams, Frank Sinatra and Jerry Butler. I really wonder when is the next time there will be someone who is able to express such sentimentalism in their singing. Even Buble doesn’t quite give the same kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it’s only right to put up the video of Audrey Hepburn singing Moon River in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She was the original and the song was written just for her and you simply can‘t deny what a looker she was eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7066167269470961018?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7066167269470961018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7066167269470961018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/moon-river-wider-than-mile-im-crossing.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4102458118392871128</id><published>2009-06-25T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:36:02.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m getting tired of misconceptions about me. And the worst part is when nobody says anything to me. Directly. I don’t need to hear it from someone else, and I don’t need to guess. This is not caused by any particular incident, but over time I’ve heard enough to get sufficiently cheesed off. But because I haven’t been in the best of moods recently, therefore this is coming up at this choice moment. Here’s some 101 on me. I know I’m omost impossible to comprehend because I am naturally a private person and I dare say not a single person knows me inside out. Maybe if all my close friends from different groups throughout my life gathered together and tried to decipher me, there may be some impressive results but that’s about it. So I hope the following would be of some help. Let’s start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just remind everyone out there that everything I do, I have my reasons. If you don’t know what my reasons are, don’t assume, don’t jump to conclusions, and don’t talk behind my back. Because one way or the other, it somehow manages to come back to me and it ain’t gonna be pretty after that. If there’s something people wanna say, no matter how big or small, just say it to me. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some people go through their share of stress and unhappiness, may it be from work, family or anything else. Please remember that just because my lifestyle isn’t exactly the same as someone else‘s, it doesn’t mean I don’t have my share of stresses and problems. These people just make themselves look like they are unable to handle their own set of problems and have the need to say something about another person to make themselves seem more ‘poor thing’. Don’t be pathetic. And do not take personal anger/ frustrations out on me. Handle it yourself. Don’t implicate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things can be easily classified under ‘miscommunication’. But miscommunication is a very vague word. I would love to pass everything off with, but sometimes certain instances cross the line too much. When a wrong choice of words is used over MSN/ SMS, it’s normal for the receiver for interpreting it as it is. Don’t insist after it has oready been sent that ‘I didn’t mean it that way’ or ‘my English not so good can or not’. I don’t fault people for having a bad command of English, therefore don’t shrug off the blame and make me look anal. Just speak to me face to face or over the fone. At least I wouldn’t get the tone wrong. That’s the least you could do for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things are beyond miscommunication. Like when people say they did something but in actual fact they didn’t. I can be patient of people who truly forget things they have said/ done. But my patience for such things is pretty limited cos there’s only so much I will make another person’s problem my problem. Go think about things nice and clear first before shooting your mouth off. If unsure, ask me. If it’s only after that when it’s realised it was something that was completely overlooked and not told to me at all, not only do such people look dumb, I will see them as exactly that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is even though I’m not working now, it doesn’t mean I do not have my own money. I do not take a single cent from anybody, not tubs, not my parents, zip, zero, nada, zilch. And they don’t buy me anything expensive at all, other than maybe on special occasions. Even then it’s a big maybe. I would feel very insulted if any of my friends can even think otherwise. Different people have different spending habits and just because others don’t manage to save, doesn’t mean I’m the same. I may splurge on shopping, but I may not splurge on other things others do. Through experience, I have realized that no matter how I try not to spend too much on certain things, my money still somehow disappears. No matter whether I’m having a stable monthly salary, or zero salary, I still somehow live the same. No money, little money, a lot of money, the money just goes somehow. It’s something I haven’t quite bothered to figure out what exactly it’s being spent on, but it just goes. It’s like when people ask me if I regret picking up smoking. It’s a straight ‘No’. People tend to count how much they could have saved if they didn’t spend on ciggies. But for me, unless I put that money aside, it would just go one way or another, and it would be spent on things I wouldn’t even have taken notice of. So instead of being a sore, maybe people could do some self reflection. Go to your cupboard, dig out $2000 worth of clothes/ shoes/ bags/ accessories that were cheap or you don’t like, or don’t fit you, or something very similar to another piece of clothing you oready have etc. Just look at that stack and decide if you’d rather have that huge budget pile or just one expensive item. I don’t think either choice is wrong. It’s up to the individual. But don’t look at someone else and doubt that person or be jealous. Because you obviously have a big money management problem and is seriously in self-denial mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that’s about it. I’ve complained enough for now oready. I think one of the most ironic things that could happen is when people start asking each other if they know who I’m talking about, or start talking about this. Why? Because they‘ll just end up sounding like one/ all of the above mentioned, and by talking, it all the more validates what they are. So people, if I’m a friend, talk to me. Ask me. I don’t bite. And I don’t lie simply because I am able to accept myself for who I am and I am responsible for my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some photos are up at previous relevant posts in case anyone is interested. And I did end up going to town to grab a birthday gift for the father on Tuesday. Got him a Ted Baker shirt and in the end, there was no celebration nor cake cos according to the mother, he was in a foul mood and didn‘t wanna go out to celebrate. Haha. Sometimes he’s really like a child. But then again, the mother is oso really brilliant. She didn’t even get him a cake lor. *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m having a mad craving for some really good dessert now. It’s omost killing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4102458118392871128?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4102458118392871128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4102458118392871128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-getting-tired-of-misconceptions.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-8392593669483654206</id><published>2009-06-22T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:08:19.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I feel like I can finally sleep cos miracles of miracles, I’m actually feeling quite tired, I couldn’t, simply cos I had to go get ready and pick Grandma and Elaine up and head over to Shangri-La for Grandma’s birthday lunch earlier today! Mum’s idea of course cos of the ‘flash your age’ promotion. Grandma turns 74 today so we got 74% off our total bill. Haha. Good that it’s such a big discount cos my craving for buffet at The Line hasn’t been anywhere near strong for quite awhile. Anyway because there were 6 of us going, we ended up driving 2 cars down, with the mother fetching Grandpa and the asshole. I’m glad I wasn’t in the same car as the asshole, but driving my aunty’s car was quite a terrible experience as well. It feels like it’s gonna fall apart anytime soon and it’s weird to floor the accelerator and not have the car respond accordingly. It’s like a toy car. A very slow toy car, which is why I decided to head over a little earlier cos Shangri-La is not very flexible about waiting time grace period. It was scary to see how Gandma stuffed herself with all that food, cos she doesn’t like to waste food. And how I usually eat at buffets is a pick a bit of everything. But she just had to clear her plate so in the end I had to offer to share with her or pass her plate to mum before she can finish everything. *haix* The amount of cakes she had was terrible. Cos the slices came in standard sizes, she ended up a plate full of cake which she tried finishing even though she’s not big on cakes. And after I managed to take the plate from her, the waiter brought her another cake - her complimentary birthday cake. Gosh. Haha. But she looked like she was really enjoyed this mini celebration and all that’s important is that she’s happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you popo! And even though I don’t see you as often as I would like to, I know very well that you are the one who ‘brought me up’ during my younger years and I’ll never forget what a wonderful Grandma you are, cooking me my favourite food, looking after me, cleaning up after me and doing everything for my benefit. As naggy as she may have been/ be, I know it’s nothing but genuine care and concern and I think she’s nothing but wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to recap my weekend, I have to say I didn’t enjoy my weekend. And I didn’t even mind for it to quickly come to an end. Or it was more like I wished it would quickly come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say my weekend started on a Friday would be wrong. It started past midnite, which makes it Saturday. But even being Saturday, it wasn’t how my idea of a weekend should be. But that I could understand. What I couldn’t understand was how some people can over promise and under deliver. Maybe not so much under deliver literally, but it was as good as that to me. It’s what people call ‘talk big’. But that was that, and I just took it all in my stride cos I don’t expect people to do things the way I do. Anyway, after we were finally done with some stuff, we went to JB just for petrol and ciggies. And at the petrol kiosk, there was a Singaporean guy who I couldn’t stand. He was pumping petrol for his own car while tubs was trying to park the car properly at a pump and the stupid guy had such a smug look on his face and kept trying to direct tubs on how to park, even though tubs wasn’t even having any problem parking. We didn’t bother much about him but the next time I turned to look at him, his petrol was overflowing from his tank and I have no idea how come he didn’t see it at all. It was just flowing and flowing out of the tank, steaming down the side of his car, and onto the floor. I couldn’t comprehend at all why he didn’t notice. And he was looking right at it somemore. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. I don’t even know where to begin about Saturday. Usually the day I love the most out of all seven days of the week. But this particular Saturday was as bad as it could get. And it started first thing early in the morning, right until the sun had set and it was practically night time. I’m not going into details here, close friends would probably hear it from me, but other than describing the whole day as ‘bad’, would somehow be an understatement. It was much worse than bad, and I’ve got the battle scars to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a whole lot better. And anyway Saturday was simply too tough to beat. First thing in the morning, tubs and I went to Kranji War Memorial. It was like primary school excursion for me once again. Only difference was I am not as tolerant of the sun anymore, and suddenly the place wasn’t how I quite remembered it. I somehow remembered it as a huge hill made up of a sprawling manicured lawn, with so many tombs that it was impossible to count. Tubs said it’s because I grew up, therefore everything seems smaller now. Haha. Probably I guess. 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKW9bNkQpI/AAAAAAAACro/9aEMhvfVSMk/s400/SDC12959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKW9nTb_nI/AAAAAAAACrw/zaI0KM37JXY/s1600-h/SDC12961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351005292536266354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKW9nTb_nI/AAAAAAAACrw/zaI0KM37JXY/s400/SDC12961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKW942Ck2I/AAAAAAAACr4/vmAds01GSow/s1600-h/SDC12964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351005297244803938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKW942Ck2I/AAAAAAAACr4/vmAds01GSow/s400/SDC12964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKYftUU-KI/AAAAAAAACsA/XTS52AFgvfY/s1600-h/SDC12971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351006977777793186" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKYftUU-KI/AAAAAAAACsA/XTS52AFgvfY/s400/SDC12971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove to Changi Village area, in our follow up to visit and look at places part of Singapore’s World War 2 history. Everyone knows Changi is hot spot when it comes to WW2. We’ve been to Changi a million times but we’ve never took notice of what certain old buildings used to be. So this time that was the plan. And let’s just say we ended up very disappointed. For an area that was so rich with WW2 history, we decided to narrow all the options down to just a few buildings with a more interesting history. And the buildings were either turned into a modern building, or one even became a nursing home. WTF. And it was not easy finding these buildings cos it’s damn hard to figure out which number they are as some don’t have anything to identify themselves by at all. The ones we managed to find seemed pretty strict on trespassing etc. So why the government is encouraging people to visit these places, I have no idea but I really think they should update their online brochure or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKZ0TAZovI/AAAAAAAACtQ/H_cKg3jMWAA/s1600-h/SDC13007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351008431003771634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKZ0TAZovI/AAAAAAAACtQ/H_cKg3jMWAA/s400/SDC13007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKZ0wLFKCI/AAAAAAAACtY/YKvYCgo8XiQ/s1600-h/SDC13009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351008438833195042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKZ0wLFKCI/AAAAAAAACtY/YKvYCgo8XiQ/s400/SDC13009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, visiting these buildings were not the intent at first. The main thing was to go take a look at the Changi Point Coastal Walk. The whole stretch is made up of 6 different segments but I was more or less only interested to see what the Kelong Walk was like. And so we tried finding somewhere to park the car nearby and walk there. And we realized there was nowhere to park at all. In fact,the nearest possible place to park was at Changi Village market area. Which was like the ending part of the walk, while the Kelong Walk was towards the beginning. The weather was mad and we weren’t willing to walk 2km in the sun just to see how it’s like. So we decided maybe we’ll try again another day when it’s nearing evening time so that we can see the sunset as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, all we needed was a nice cold shower so back to my place we went, shower, rested for awhile, then we headed to Courts at Tampines for the Mega Warehouse Clear-Out sale and tubs bought a laptop for his mum and I bought myself some speakers for my laptop. Now I’ve got shiok music to listen to. Later that night, we went to Kovan for Punggol Nasi Lemak. Yums. I’ve been craving for some good Nasi Lemak for quite awhile oready and I finally got that craving satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s about all for my weekend I guess. I didn’t celebrate Father’s Day with my dad cos there was no special celebration planned and it was just the usual Sunday dinner. I wanted to go to Granny’s for dinner but tub’s parents had planned to go for a Father’s Day dinner with us oready but it was cancelled last minute so I do feel quite bad about not going to Granny’s but I guess what’s done can’t be undone. I guess all I can do is to buy something for him tomorrow cos it’s his birthday. I hope I can squeeze in the time to drop by town or something tomorrow afternoon to grab him a present though. I’m too tired to go town today, especially when I just came from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-8392593669483654206?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8392593669483654206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8392593669483654206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-when-i-feel-like-i-can-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKZVNwOZlI/AAAAAAAACtI/MAxINHrtSCw/s72-c/SDC13001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-6576376253721428735</id><published>2009-06-18T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:33:45.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a grossly overdue post that is from last week to this week. All because I didn’t realise I saved it as draft instead of posting it. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy has finally entered NS. Tuesday morning to be exact and I have a feeling he’s gonna have it easy cos most of the people there are… well.. relaxed. Haha. I shall elaborate no more because it’ll just sound very offensive to certain groups of people. Enlist on Tuesday, Friday can come out oready. It’s like going for a chalet man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dropped by parkway on Tuesday afternoon for a short while to get some stuff, came home, rested for awhile, and then it was time to get ready to meet Rach at Bugis. Yup, steamboat time again. I barely ate cos not only was I not in the mood for steamboat, I really don’t fancy Tian Tian. We sat outside cos they had the table BBQ as well and midway during dinner, a couple sitting 2 tables away from us somehow manage to catch theirs on fire and the smoke was so much we went to stand by the road while waiting for it to clear. Because of one table, the entire street was filled with black smoke. So clever. Anyway after the very waste-money steamboat, we went to the next street for Tong Shui’s dessert. At least that was satisfying for me. It’s been ages since I last went to Tong Shui man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, met up with Jane in the afternoon and we went to town. We took a bus to town. And a stupid Indian lady stood so close to where we were sitting that her armpits were as good as in our faces. I can’t understand how some people can be so disgusting. It didn’t help that the bus driver was quite terrible and Jane and I nearly passed out on the bus. But we finally reached our destination and we’ve never been happier. I tried going around looking for a turkey baster and nobody at all knew what it was. I know we don’t cook turkey on a regular basis but to not have heard it ever was quite shocking. Some thought it was a joke, some didn’t have any idea even after me describing it. And I purposely went to places like Paragon’s Market Place etc. But I resigned to fate that nobody was gonna undetsand me at all and so the shopping began. And everywhere was having SALE. It’s a good word. But it’s also a word many other people like. And one word I don’t like is CROWD. And Jane nearly bought a Gucci bag which was on sale. To me paying more than 1k less than the original price is quite a substantial amount oready but thank goodness I didn’t see anything that I fancied. Haha. As we moved on, I saw a bag at Miu Miu. It’s a very simple and casual looking bag, but I like. I went to enquire how much it costs, and I was given a price which was pretty tempting to me. But we decided to sit on it first cos we would really hate to blow such money on an impulse buy. But I have a strong feeling I‘ll get mine anytime oready. Haha. Irresistible. even though it wasn’t a sale item, but I still thought the price was pretty ok. It wasn’t a good idea to have spotted the bags first thing into going shopping. Cos for the rest of the day, we couldn’t think about anything else but the bags. But I still managed to buy a jacket and shoes. I like what I bought but still no satisfaction. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chix met us after we were done shopping and off to Bugis it was for supper at XDL. Thank god I didn’t eat the entire day and I barely ate Tian Tian the day before therefore I could still eat normally at XDL. If not I would have puked into the pot. Tubs came to join us after awhile and after we had our fill, I went to collect something on the way before we went for Macs drive thru for some ice cream cone, thinking it’ll make us feel better but I guess we were wrong. Tubs was the only one that finished his ice cream lah. Anyway, I got home and found that mummy shrimp has given birth and that other than the shrimps, I have many other gross stuff living in my tank. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the teeny weeny babies close up shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzy7jg2HI/AAAAAAAACw4/PJuhGgyFhMY/s1600-h/SDC12838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351036994831046770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzy7jg2HI/AAAAAAAACw4/PJuhGgyFhMY/s400/SDC12838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Somehow, I have no recollection of Thursday at all. Totally. It’s like I skipped one day of the week. Die lah. This is not good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rach in the day and we went to Parkway for lunch and to walk around. It’s so shiok just to take your time strolling around on a weekday afternoon lah. Went with her to check out some baby stuff and everything was really expensive man. Giving birth is really quite heavy on the pocket. I’ll rather keep a dog. Haha. We slacked at Macs while waiting for Jes to come down to join us after she was done with work and I decided to give Miu Miu a call cos I still wanted the bag real bad. A nice lady answered the fone, and she quoted me a price which was even higher than the one I got the other day. I was pretty shocked at the price increase but because I was so set on getting it oready, I just got her to reserve it for me first so I could go down and get it another day. After Jes reached, we went to Roxy for dinner and I couldn’t bring myself to eat anything cos what I usually eat there is as good as steamboat, and the girls ordered steamboat. Omg. Everyone goes Roxy for their steamboat and I don’t quite understand why. I don’t think it’s good and it’s damn expensive. I’ll stick to my ban mian over there. And during dinner, I got a very unexpected call from someone I haven’t seen or spoke to in a long time. Haha. Unfortunately, my Friday night was planned oready so I guess I’ll have to catch up with this friend another time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, tubs came to join us for dinner and then we went off to The Cathay for our movie that he had booked for in the day. And when we reached there, we were told the movie was at Cineleisure and not at The Cathay. And at that time, the movie had just started so even if we had rushed down, we were bound to miss part of the show. So we went down to Cine and changed the timing for the show. Haha. Lucky we could change the time if not I would have been really pissed cos I hate cock ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we watched Ghosts of Girlfriends Past and the both of us really enjoyed the show. I was quite surprised he actually liked the show so much, and I was surprised that I liked the show as much as I did. Haha. Such shows are very predictable but it was still enjoyable throughout and the last part was really touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkK8DP2ns_I/AAAAAAAACyA/hMaVv6nyTok/s1600-h/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351046071250826226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkK8DP2ns_I/AAAAAAAACyA/hMaVv6nyTok/s400/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke my thumb nail in the car on the way to town and it was so damn painful I nearly fainted and even tubs got a shock when he saw that all the blood had drained from my face. The pain was so bad I that I went cold all over and I lost all strength in my hand and I could feel the my thumb throbbing. And I had to force myself to push it down so it’ll be steady and we walked to Paragon to buy plaster with my nail bleeding the entire time. It looked like some freak accident man. That’s what happens when I skip my manicure sessions one too many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Paragon cos I just had to get my bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyLeAZCII/AAAAAAAACwg/yL4GG9kmzPU/s1600-h/SDC12904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351035217372579970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyLeAZCII/AAAAAAAACwg/yL4GG9kmzPU/s400/SDC12904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane and Dennis were there too and when I met up with Jane, she told me she had helped me ask about my bag and they told her a completely different price from what I was told the first 2 times. WTF. It doesn’t make sense that 3 enquires over a span of afew days, the price keeps going up right. I was so pissed that I went in and found someone who looks like a manager and asked him for the price. And he quoted me the price which Jane had just told me. So I told him about my first 2 phone calls and I think I looked significantly pissed enough, therefore he went to ‘double check’ and it was the price I got when I called to reserve it. I think this is absolute bullshit. Quoting me so many different prices like they run a Pasar Malam or something. Is it so hard to REALLY go check the damn price instead of just throwing me a figure and acting so sure about it? I bloody regret not getting the bag on Wednesday cos when I do go make payment, I’m gonna make sure I pay what I was quoted. If there wasn’t just one Miu Miu here, I would have gone to another one without a shout of a doubt. To think people who work for such boutiques would deliver a better service. Ha. I really wonder what goes through their mind while at work. Do they try to imagine that they own the brand, therefore they have to be hoity toity? My gawd. If you are the damn salesperson, then act like one. Come back down to earth and serve the customers like you should, dammit. But I had nothing but great service from the rest of the shops which made me feel like not all the sales people are like that. Every shop greeted tubs and I, and the lady at Jimmy Choo was extra accommodating. And then when we went into Gucci, I kinda realized why oready. They look at the paper bag which you are carrying. And mine happened to be a very huge Miu Miu paper bag. And I only realized this when a very non discreet staff at Gucci asked his female colleague what brand was my paper bag and then attitude changed right that instant. Which was one of the reasons why tubs had a field day trying on the belts and the shoes there and with someone always nearby to serve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it sickened me so much that I didn’t even wanna think about it anymore. Which wasn’t hard cos my finger was still in such great pain and also there was a party to attend! Bryan celebrated his birthday at Ascott Raffles and the place was really nice lah. The only thing was that by the time we reached, it was oready pretty crowded so I decided not to explore the entire suite but all I know was that the bed was uber comfy and the toilet was so shiok that I could have stayed there the entire night. Hope Bryan had fun and it’s great that he loves the present we got him. I think it’s damn nice too lah. Haha. He got high pretty early so photos of him all made him look like a baked lobster. Hur hur. But it was a great party and Yuan, I want the recipe for the pasta/ fondue sauce please! Yums~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's presenting the birthday boy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSzRIeAI/AAAAAAAACug/8ZZWf-D3mrE/s1600-h/5170_124880716489_542281489_3460890_2919526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022149199493122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSzRIeAI/AAAAAAAACug/8ZZWf-D3mrE/s400/5170_124880716489_542281489_3460890_2919526_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Suite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKluJEHGhI/AAAAAAAACtg/jh-5cf7SnWA/s1600-h/5170_124880651489_542281489_3460878_877786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021519395297810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKluJEHGhI/AAAAAAAACtg/jh-5cf7SnWA/s400/5170_124880651489_542281489_3460878_877786_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSCkUPqI/AAAAAAAACuI/JQLpxZ67Gaw/s1600-h/5170_124880681489_542281489_3460883_1951413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022136126619298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSCkUPqI/AAAAAAAACuI/JQLpxZ67Gaw/s400/5170_124880681489_542281489_3460883_1951413_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKlujebAGI/AAAAAAAACt4/HJDTb1TeMJ8/s1600-h/5170_124880676489_542281489_3460882_2772819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021526484975714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKlujebAGI/AAAAAAAACt4/HJDTb1TeMJ8/s400/5170_124880676489_542281489_3460882_2772819_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKlu48eujI/AAAAAAAACuA/eFyYWUyf1DI/s1600-h/5170_124880666489_542281489_3460881_4556404_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021532248193586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKlu48eujI/AAAAAAAACuA/eFyYWUyf1DI/s400/5170_124880666489_542281489_3460881_4556404_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKluRzZzoI/AAAAAAAACtw/JJBZLRebBWg/s1600-h/5170_124880661489_542281489_3460880_1699364_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351021521741139586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKluRzZzoI/AAAAAAAACtw/JJBZLRebBWg/s400/5170_124880661489_542281489_3460880_1699364_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSeTp-NI/AAAAAAAACuQ/IedrWWSTfcA/s1600-h/5170_124880691489_542281489_3460885_5554514_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022143572932818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSeTp-NI/AAAAAAAACuQ/IedrWWSTfcA/s400/5170_124880691489_542281489_3460885_5554514_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De Lovelies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm1vG1NkI/AAAAAAAACu4/ztzaiju9dFg/s1600-h/5170_124881071489_542281489_3460942_8319656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022749377967682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm1vG1NkI/AAAAAAAACu4/ztzaiju9dFg/s400/5170_124881071489_542281489_3460942_8319656_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm2ALSU8I/AAAAAAAACvI/5VaCMtHCiac/s1600-h/5170_124882341489_542281489_3460975_751279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022753960055746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm2ALSU8I/AAAAAAAACvI/5VaCMtHCiac/s400/5170_124882341489_542281489_3460975_751279_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm12bxZiI/AAAAAAAACvA/U0ZHahok92U/s1600-h/5170_124882351489_542281489_3460977_5198893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022751344846370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm12bxZiI/AAAAAAAACvA/U0ZHahok92U/s400/5170_124882351489_542281489_3460977_5198893_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzys3Sy8I/AAAAAAAACww/M0ps8D21hNg/s1600-h/SDC12850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351036990887480258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzys3Sy8I/AAAAAAAACww/M0ps8D21hNg/s400/SDC12850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Machiam..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm1nkCUJI/AAAAAAAACuw/xtOskNPbz-4/s1600-h/5170_124881036489_542281489_3460938_5961493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022747352977554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm1nkCUJI/AAAAAAAACuw/xtOskNPbz-4/s400/5170_124881036489_542281489_3460938_5961493_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm2S_AtZI/AAAAAAAACvQ/qkfaBvmT3ns/s1600-h/Spider-Man-Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022759008843154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKm2S_AtZI/AAAAAAAACvQ/qkfaBvmT3ns/s400/Spider-Man-Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the birthday lobster showing off his pincers&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmTHSqUoI/AAAAAAAACuo/1k00tiInZ5k/s1600-h/5170_124880966489_542281489_3460927_493171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022154574615170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmTHSqUoI/AAAAAAAACuo/1k00tiInZ5k/s400/5170_124880966489_542281489_3460927_493171_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much anticipated stripping of Yuan did not take place cos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. there were too many people around that we didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. we didn't want any innocent bystanders to get hurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. in the end, we still love yuan and wouldn't want to be responsible for anything that may happen to him after we had left the party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the only replacement I can find to compensate for the absence of the supposed 'stripping video' are the following pictures taken over that weekend. Featuring Yuan in his most natural state ever caught on film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auntie! Your O-leng fresh or not?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSqoCcsI/AAAAAAAACuY/cmT6TH42r2M/s1600-h/5170_124880711489_542281489_3460889_7905688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351022146879648450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKmSqoCcsI/AAAAAAAACuY/cmT6TH42r2M/s400/5170_124880711489_542281489_3460889_7905688_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKv0dIHmUI/AAAAAAAACvY/I7RHKIMhEiU/s1600-h/DSC04333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351032622976309570" style="WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKv0dIHmUI/AAAAAAAACvY/I7RHKIMhEiU/s400/DSC04333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wii!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxBxhk28I/AAAAAAAACvg/OPhetNBzY5U/s1600-h/5170_124881101489_542281489_3460947_627065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351033951301721026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxBxhk28I/AAAAAAAACvg/OPhetNBzY5U/s400/5170_124881101489_542281489_3460947_627065_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCO2keiI/AAAAAAAACvo/LXPc-9ODbDM/s1600-h/5170_124881106489_542281489_3460948_1427883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351033959174404642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCO2keiI/AAAAAAAACvo/LXPc-9ODbDM/s400/5170_124881106489_542281489_3460948_1427883_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exclusive preview of Free Willy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCOjLxzI/AAAAAAAACvw/WzL4Dw2BnIE/s1600-h/5170_124881136489_542281489_3460953_1905755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351033959093094194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCOjLxzI/AAAAAAAACvw/WzL4Dw2BnIE/s400/5170_124881136489_542281489_3460953_1905755_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willy doing warm up exercise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCUz4yII/AAAAAAAACv4/chzJG0ii944/s1600-h/5170_124881141489_542281489_3460954_4869932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351033960773765250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCUz4yII/AAAAAAAACv4/chzJG0ii944/s400/5170_124881141489_542281489_3460954_4869932_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willy posing for photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCvAHLEI/AAAAAAAACwA/DuPp_vf2Esw/s1600-h/5170_124881146489_542281489_3460955_4472029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351033967804361794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKxCvAHLEI/AAAAAAAACwA/DuPp_vf2Esw/s400/5170_124881146489_542281489_3460955_4472029_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posing for photo while attempting a stunt PartI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyK-cggjI/AAAAAAAACwI/ujzZQQR6JOE/s1600-h/5170_124881176489_542281489_3460959_1158439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351035208900575794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyK-cggjI/AAAAAAAACwI/ujzZQQR6JOE/s400/5170_124881176489_542281489_3460959_1158439_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posing for photo while attempting a stunt PartII&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyLDOBjZI/AAAAAAAACwQ/UncQqVuNYJI/s1600-h/5170_124881186489_542281489_3460960_1942801_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351035210182004114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyLDOBjZI/AAAAAAAACwQ/UncQqVuNYJI/s400/5170_124881186489_542281489_3460960_1942801_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posing for photo while attempting to impersonate Madonna in Vogue MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyLJA_L2I/AAAAAAAACwY/VAaCyJl3a3A/s1600-h/5170_124881191489_542281489_3460961_1390098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351035211737935714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKyLJA_L2I/AAAAAAAACwY/VAaCyJl3a3A/s400/5170_124881191489_542281489_3460961_1390098_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkLCmgv0zTI/AAAAAAAACyI/z-5UvlO3XsQ/s1600-h/madonna-vogue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351053274150915378" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkLCmgv0zTI/AAAAAAAACyI/z-5UvlO3XsQ/s400/madonna-vogue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all left the party, we decided to head over to JB for some kway chup so we went home to change into more casual clothes and to grab our passports before meeting up with Mandy and James again. The weather was so cold but I like. Haha. It beats hot and humid weather anytime man. After we were done eating, the guys decided to go for a car wash and James polished his car as well. We were told it would take an hour but I think it took around 3 hours or something cos by the time we left, it was 6am. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woke up early just to go Toa Payoh for beef noodles. Yum yum! The queue was so long but this is something really worth waiting for. And I think we were very lucky because not long after we got our food, they had oready ran out of food to sell and had to close for the day. Went back after lunch cos the weather was so horrible, slacked in the comfort of an aircon room and at 6pm when it wasn’t so hot anymore, we went to Pierce Reservoir and see if we can catch anything. Hahaha. The place is so packed with kids and their parents trying to catch fish. Tubs and I found a spot, and started on our mission. And all we had among the both of us was a small net and a small Tupperware. Haha. And at the shallow side near the rocks, we just took turns to try our luck at catching some small prawns. We didn’t stay too long though cos it was getting dark very quickly but we had around 6 prawns which we brought back and put into his tank with the puffers. The puffers could be bothered at first and then the fun began. It was damn entertaining to watch the prawn and the fish attack each other and before you know it, the prawn has been bitten into half but the pincers are still pinching the puffer. Very violent, but very shiok to watch. Hur hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzzRCnJ3I/AAAAAAAACxA/kXBxQD7ls3Q/s1600-h/SDC12869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351037000598628210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzzRCnJ3I/AAAAAAAACxA/kXBxQD7ls3Q/s400/SDC12869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jes later at night for a very late dinner and to propose some ideas to her for the upcoming weekend. I shall not disclose anything. It’s her surprise. Before we knew it, it was pretty late oready so back home we went and tubs KOed immediately and even though I felt tired, I decided I better not sleep yet and wait until it was time for me to wake him up for work cos it wouldn’t be good if we woke up and realized it was afternoon oready. Imagine the shit he’ll get from office. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is the start of brand new week and it also happens to be the ex’s birthday. How time flies. Give him another 2 years and bam! he’s 30 oready. Haha. I guess it’s time once again to plan a day to meet with him for a post-birthday meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to sleep, it was such a nice long slumber that when I woke up, the skies were dark and I realized it was 9+pm oready. Omg. Had supper with tubs at a Malay coffeeshop nearby which we’ve never been to before and the mee goreng rocks! I think this can be a future supper place should the mood comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Met up with Jane and Chixy for dinner at Parkway and then walked around abit and bought things at Sasa cos they had mad closing down sale. I think they’re not sustaining well at Parkway but I’ll miss it because Parkway really needs more decent shops. All the rubbish shops are still there year after year but shops like Cotton On are downsizing. WTH. Anyway, we went to Watsons and saw something very disgusting. And I was looking high and low for the staff in charge of the make up counters but there was nobody… At the make up section, we saw 2 prostitutes applying their make up from scratch there - free from the testers provided. I guess that saves them a lot of money, coming to Parkway everyday before ‘work’ to slather on a whole load of make up before crossing the road to their work place. I am so sure they are the Roxy/ Paramount girls because the girls there are usually Filipino, have very bad dress sense, and are usually both fat and down right ugly. And a word of caution, next time you visit Parkway, do not try their make up testers. God knows what kinda diseases you’re gonna catch just by doing that. Normal people try testers by putting abit on their hands or something. These girls are a walking advertisement for Revlon, Maybelline and what not lor. Imagine the lipstick you test on your hand has actually been on numerous prostitutes’ lips. And what numerous old men body parts these lips have been to, I do not wanna know. So if one day your hand drops off or develops an itch or grows some cauliflower, you know why right. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Parkway closed, we went down to the coffeeshop outside Kel’s house for a drink before splitting for the night and for me, it was off to tub’s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Met Jes for dinner at Mas Ayu and then to Ikea to get some stuff and she suggested sharing chicken wings and meatballs. I was so full I wanted to kill her. But before that, I was late in picking her up thanks to the mother. The mother who oways leaves the car with no more petrol, and oso the mother who never gets back on time for me to use the car. She was supposed to drop Aunty Soo Fen at the airport and head back. She came back more than an hour later. WTF. Considering the airport is near my place + she’s only dropping off, there’s no way someone can take that long to return. Sometimes she really amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now. Gonna try and get some shut eye now. Will put in photos another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-6576376253721428735?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6576376253721428735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6576376253721428735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-grossly-overdue-post-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SkKzy7jg2HI/AAAAAAAACw4/PJuhGgyFhMY/s72-c/SDC12838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7824947902984419588</id><published>2009-06-08T07:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:24:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend is over once again. What’s new eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway here are some pictures of the beautiful skies these past couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrkeh2SI/AAAAAAAACoo/rrmYpdxvW_c/s1600-h/SDC12606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344743263819651362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrkeh2SI/AAAAAAAACoo/rrmYpdxvW_c/s400/SDC12606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrWBqlwI/AAAAAAAACog/a4Ry4tnHxaM/s1600-h/SDC12600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344743259940493058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrWBqlwI/AAAAAAAACog/a4Ry4tnHxaM/s400/SDC12600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY6hFWM-I/AAAAAAAACpI/dg55kZuSKfY/s1600-h/SDC12505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344744620118389730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY6hFWM-I/AAAAAAAACpI/dg55kZuSKfY/s400/SDC12505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaMdSvi8I/AAAAAAAACpg/AyHGrDZBrDE/s1600-h/SDC12511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344746027850107842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaMdSvi8I/AAAAAAAACpg/AyHGrDZBrDE/s400/SDC12511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY63UZBUI/AAAAAAAACpQ/us60vYnEKos/s1600-h/SDC12510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344744626087068994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY63UZBUI/AAAAAAAACpQ/us60vYnEKos/s400/SDC12510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaMjJLr_I/AAAAAAAACpo/c82iD_J3jZc/s1600-h/SDC12512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344746029420621810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaMjJLr_I/AAAAAAAACpo/c82iD_J3jZc/s400/SDC12512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY50i00zI/AAAAAAAACow/FSoykn-gCdM/s1600-h/SDC12611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344744608162435890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY50i00zI/AAAAAAAACow/FSoykn-gCdM/s400/SDC12611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As much as I would love to have gone to Zouk, I didn’t and instead went with Rach for dinner and chit chat session at Punggol Park. I really can’t wait for her to pop a god-daughter out for me to spoil rotten. Haha. But seeing how fast time is passing, November would be here soon enough. I only told her - better not be on the same birthday as me cos I don’t like sharing birthdays. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Met Janey for dinner at Xin Wang/ Thai Express at Siglap. And it was dunno how long after eating finish and paid up and the shop had closed that I realized I got ‘cheated’. Haha. I had asked the waiter what was the difference in ingredients between the Tom Yam Steamboat and the Tom Yam Seafood. I was told the steamboat had the same ingredients plus an addition of tang hoon and chicken meat. so I ordered the steamboat even though I’m not a big fan of tang hoon cos I felt like having both seafood and chicken. But it was only hours later that I realized I didn’t even get a morsel of chicken for my steamboat at all. WTF. I didn’t pay more than double of what the Tom Yam Seafood costs, just for some tang hoon lor. KNN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the airport in the evening to send tub’s sister and his parents off. His sis is going to Australia to study and the parents are going over to help her settle everything first before coming back. Shiok. I oso wanna go. But Australia’s H1N1 situation is pretty rampant so I hope they’ll all be fine. All of us had dinner at Dian Xiao Er before heading to the departure area to wait for time to pass and to let the girl say her goodbyes to her friends that came to see her off. I hate such situations man. I think I can never go overseas to study on my own lah. I’ll be so damn sad and homesick even though there will be friends to be made overseas but it’s just very different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaL_ccfGI/AAAAAAAACpY/HkUwGk_Xf9E/s1600-h/SDC12530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344746019837738082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaL_ccfGI/AAAAAAAACpY/HkUwGk_Xf9E/s400/SDC12530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY6Q9ghHI/AAAAAAAACpA/N-jd6X_D7Gw/s1600-h/SDC12531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344744615790543986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY6Q9ghHI/AAAAAAAACpA/N-jd6X_D7Gw/s400/SDC12531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Alex at night to slack and talk cock at the block downstairs and we all shared a box of chicken munchees from Macs. I used to love it but now it seems kinda boring oready. Should have tried their Chick n Cheese or the Beef n Salsa burger instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and we went all the way to Toa Payoh for our fave beef noodles but it was closed. Boo Hoo. Ended up eating whatever else was at the coffeeshop and I had wanton mee which I thought was good. At least it was good or else it would have been a damn wasted trip, especially when we woke up early just to go there and eat because once the beef noodles sells finish, they will close shop which is usually around early to mid afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seletar in the evening cos I wanted to buy new plants for my tank cos the shrimps like to sleep there. Haha. The plants in the tank look like Christmas tree. All the shrimps hanging on to the plant when they sleep. So I bought a plant and a moss ball which they love. And then we spotted other shrimps. They were selling it cheaper than other places and I could mix them. There were Crystal Red Shrimps and there were Crystal Black Shrimps, selling at a fixed rate per 20 shrimps. So I mixed 10 red ones with 10 black ones. Yay! At least there’s a color break if not there are way too many red shrimps around oready. I swear I really didn’t have the intention to buy more shrimps but I just couldn’t resist it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we met up with 2 of tub’s army friends and we slacked at the Malay coffeeshop at Kembangan. I used to go there so often when I was still staying at my previous place and even though I didn’t move that far away, I just haven’t been there in a long time. By the time we left, it was 3+am oready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Didn’t sleep the entire night, got showered, changed and ready before waking tubs up. Went to Liang Court for lunch and I love Meidi-Ya. Actually I basically love walking in supermarkets. But I especially love walking in Japanese supermarkets. Unfortunately, due to time constraints, I wasn’t able to scour for nice things to buy so I only ended up with Dunhill Senses(Frost), Kirin bottled tea, and 2 mini cans of beer. But not before we watched an entire big-ass live Alaska crab get dismembered. Alaska crabs are quite scary to watch. They are so big and it’s all down to skill to not get pinched as you cut it bit by bit. Yup. They don’t even tie the pincers shut. It’s just a huge struggling mess there and I wonder at which point does the crab actually die cos you can see it moving at almost every point of the process until the guy ripped the entire shell off. But by then, you wouldn’t even know for sure cos as much as it may still be alive, there’s no way for it to move anymore since the legs, followed by the pincers are one of the first things to get chopped off. Anyway, I didn’t buy my green tea ice cream and I’m very angry about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sim Lim after that so I could buy a hard disk. The prices are all the same at almost every shop now. Not that I even tried bargaining lah. Haha. I can’t be bothered to. The place is mad enough. It makes me feel like I’m in JB or something. Can’t stand the crazy crowd but because prices are pretty much standard now, you don’t get Ah Bengs niaming non stop and harassing you to go into their shops. Just went to a more empty shop, got my stuff, and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to tub’s place and while waiting for time to pass until it was time to go Granny’s place for dinner, I told him I’ll nap and to wake me up at a specific time. I even checked with him if he wanted to nap and he insisted he didn’t want to. I also told him to get all his stuff ready first so once it was time to leave, everything would have oready been packed and ready. But not only did he not listen to me, the next time he woke me up was close to 7.30pm oready. WTF man. Dinner is at 7pm lor. I gave up Meidi-Ya cos I know if we end up for dinner late, he’ll blame it on me. So ended up we had free time but he was still able to cock it up. Really powerful. And because he didn’t listen to me about getting his stuff ready, we ended up back at his place once again after dinner at Granny’s. What do I do with someone who is so bad with time management, and so difficult to trust? The only way I know is to plan the time myself but like I said before, it’s damn tiring to always be the only one planning everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked with Mel for abit near her house. We haven’t done this is a damn long time man. I miss talking to her and I really miss our lunches. I used to complain about the world to her during lunch man. Anyway, her whole family is going to Australia this week lah. Damn shiok!! *sigh* I need a satisfying holiday. I wouldn’t mind Australia man. All the times I’ve been there, which ever part, I always enjoyed myself. And now it’s really cold there so all the more it’s shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to tub’s and one of his 2 remaining puffers decided to jump out of the tank and landed on the table. So clever. So as it started expanding on the table, tubs quickly scooped him up and dumped it back into the tank. How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally came back to my place, there were at least 2 fatalities. It still feels sian when you see dead shrimps (cos you paid for them. haha) but I’ve become more or less used to it and can’t be bothered anymore. My tank, even though not huge, is still definitely not over populated with shrimps so each of them has somewhere to hide/ rest at but my shrimps are special. I think I got the worst shrimps ever. They fight every single day. Over what I have no idea. I feed them more than enough but they like to snatch food from others. Those that have eaten their fill but see remaining food, will just rest on the food pellet and not anyone else eat it. There are 4 different types of plants for them to choose as their sleeping area and yet they fight and kill each other everyday. WTF lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of them look slightly different in one way or another, even from within their own breed, here’s a rough idea of how they look like and shots of them doing funny things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tilting their butts in the air-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXqmmHBQI/AAAAAAAACoI/lTZb4lFCXc0/s1600-h/SDC12587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344743247208449282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXqmmHBQI/AAAAAAAACoI/lTZb4lFCXc0/s400/SDC12587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bending to touch their tails-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWxmaWDEI/AAAAAAAACn4/rJGQBMtsTcs/s1600-h/SDC12568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742267906559042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWxmaWDEI/AAAAAAAACn4/rJGQBMtsTcs/s400/SDC12568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrGh85kI/AAAAAAAACoY/oCiaGrU3W5k/s1600-h/SDC12598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344743255780943426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrGh85kI/AAAAAAAACoY/oCiaGrU3W5k/s400/SDC12598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chasing each other on a ball of moss-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRl6v90FI/AAAAAAAAClA/jxkfadZcDTY/s1600-h/SDC12655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736569649385554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRl6v90FI/AAAAAAAAClA/jxkfadZcDTY/s400/SDC12655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some just like to stack ontop of each other (no, they are not mating. If they do mate, they face each other bottom length to bottom length)-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixVYg9Of7I/AAAAAAAACnQ/siNKbY7dH_A/s1600-h/SDC12779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740737433894834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixVYg9Of7I/AAAAAAAACnQ/siNKbY7dH_A/s400/SDC12779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wiped out population:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malaya Shrimp&lt;/em&gt; which got killed by the rest- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCzsoD1I/AAAAAAAACmw/_HA5p6rVG20/s1600-h/SDC12758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739264995790674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCzsoD1I/AAAAAAAACmw/_HA5p6rVG20/s400/SDC12758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixb37PH0jI/AAAAAAAACqo/SbKxLrwVgr4/s1600-h/SDC12448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344747874133987890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixb37PH0jI/AAAAAAAACqo/SbKxLrwVgr4/s400/SDC12448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixbGuzmtDI/AAAAAAAACqg/oPLMEsC1v5g/s1600-h/SDC12446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344747028983755826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixbGuzmtDI/AAAAAAAACqg/oPLMEsC1v5g/s400/SDC12446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost Shrimp&lt;/em&gt; which was killing everyone so I fed it to tub’s puffers. This is what I call when the hunter gets hunted- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWxApAAVI/AAAAAAAACno/MQ22w8e26ws/s1600-h/SDC12553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742257767481682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWxApAAVI/AAAAAAAACno/MQ22w8e26ws/s400/SDC12553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the mummy Cherry/Sakura that got killed and she was so close to giving birth already. You can even see the eyes on each baby (the black spots) *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixbGGSBpRI/AAAAAAAACqQ/qyFWaNogies/s1600-h/SDC12437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344747018105496850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixbGGSBpRI/AAAAAAAACqQ/qyFWaNogies/s400/SDC12437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The remaining ones:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherry/Sakura Shrimp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWx2o9cDI/AAAAAAAACoA/zqbtB2OnTKc/s1600-h/SDC12585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742272262828082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWx2o9cDI/AAAAAAAACoA/zqbtB2OnTKc/s400/SDC12585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSyXQcU-I/AAAAAAAACmA/uGoxaMgUv9o/s1600-h/SDC12719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737882971853794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSyXQcU-I/AAAAAAAACmA/uGoxaMgUv9o/s400/SDC12719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixVYCtgPcI/AAAAAAAACnA/vAE-QkRhiFM/s1600-h/SDC12770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740729314885058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixVYCtgPcI/AAAAAAAACnA/vAE-QkRhiFM/s400/SDC12770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCFmaByI/AAAAAAAACmY/GBg7c0QEOBQ/s1600-h/SDC12740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739252621674274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCFmaByI/AAAAAAAACmY/GBg7c0QEOBQ/s400/SDC12740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWxIdmTOI/AAAAAAAACng/9HYH5aV1v08/s1600-h/SDC12823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344742259867143394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixWxIdmTOI/AAAAAAAACng/9HYH5aV1v08/s400/SDC12823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY6IQQPVI/AAAAAAAACo4/unIIfiytomg/s1600-h/SDC12503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344744613453249874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixY6IQQPVI/AAAAAAAACo4/unIIfiytomg/s400/SDC12503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other pregnant one-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrOgsuyI/AAAAAAAACoQ/IVj1XisbMTM/s1600-h/SDC12595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344743257923173154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrOgsuyI/AAAAAAAACoQ/IVj1XisbMTM/s400/SDC12595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiger Shrimp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRmDzk2eI/AAAAAAAAClI/ijaVAVl3owM/s1600-h/SDC12662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736572080445922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRmDzk2eI/AAAAAAAAClI/ijaVAVl3owM/s400/SDC12662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCkekIFI/AAAAAAAACmo/3Ajm46MYixo/s1600-h/SDC12751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739260910280786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCkekIFI/AAAAAAAACmo/3Ajm46MYixo/s400/SDC12751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crystal Red Shrimp-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSxlrXGRI/AAAAAAAAClo/bZQQp_UASoI/s1600-h/SDC12696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737869662984466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSxlrXGRI/AAAAAAAAClo/bZQQp_UASoI/s400/SDC12696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSxzQ2--I/AAAAAAAAClw/n66CXpF7tpM/s1600-h/SDC12716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737873309924322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSxzQ2--I/AAAAAAAAClw/n66CXpF7tpM/s400/SDC12716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSyNryY0I/AAAAAAAACl4/Z5GhCN-yHuA/s1600-h/SDC12718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737880402191170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSyNryY0I/AAAAAAAACl4/Z5GhCN-yHuA/s400/SDC12718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCWo8rII/AAAAAAAACmg/uDcJVW5BAvo/s1600-h/SDC12748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739257195736194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUCWo8rII/AAAAAAAACmg/uDcJVW5BAvo/s400/SDC12748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp8WjxfOI/AAAAAAAACrQ/pqVTzKTFtDU/s1600-h/SDC12623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344763343350627554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp8WjxfOI/AAAAAAAACrQ/pqVTzKTFtDU/s400/SDC12623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crystal Black Shrimp (some are not really black if you ask me. These were just those that happened to hang around the glass of the tank)-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRmSNsieI/AAAAAAAAClY/VSgBtsSyW_4/s1600-h/SDC12688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736575948098018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRmSNsieI/AAAAAAAAClY/VSgBtsSyW_4/s400/SDC12688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUB8Mv_PI/AAAAAAAACmQ/lNQPbElw54o/s1600-h/SDC12724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739250098142450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixUB8Mv_PI/AAAAAAAACmQ/lNQPbElw54o/s400/SDC12724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRmtudKsI/AAAAAAAAClg/NhvRyul441E/s1600-h/SDC12693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344736583333259970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixRmtudKsI/AAAAAAAAClg/NhvRyul441E/s400/SDC12693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSyvis1SI/AAAAAAAACmI/Oqhv91xiNds/s1600-h/SDC12720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344737889490883874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixSyvis1SI/AAAAAAAACmI/Oqhv91xiNds/s400/SDC12720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crystals are the low grade ones. The good grade ones are insanely expensive lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp8L4FEuI/AAAAAAAACrI/_pmMCeF0vS8/s1600-h/CRSgrading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344763340483007202" style="WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp8L4FEuI/AAAAAAAACrI/_pmMCeF0vS8/s400/CRSgrading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp7468ElI/AAAAAAAACrA/NyMI1F2fE-U/s1600-h/CRSfeatures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344763335394726482" style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp7468ElI/AAAAAAAACrA/NyMI1F2fE-U/s400/CRSfeatures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Hehe. I think tub's photography skills aren't quite up to standard yet, shaking so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaM09bkFI/AAAAAAAACpw/Osjgn0cZO38/s1600-h/SDC12481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344746034203168850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixaM09bkFI/AAAAAAAACpw/Osjgn0cZO38/s400/SDC12481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sixp8L4FEuI/AAAAAAAACrI/_pmMCeF0vS8/s1600-h/CRSgrading.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7824947902984419588?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7824947902984419588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7824947902984419588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-is-over-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SixXrkeh2SI/AAAAAAAACoo/rrmYpdxvW_c/s72-c/SDC12606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-1561015421424470816</id><published>2009-06-03T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:08:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am attempting not sleeping at all. Simply because my sleep cycle is so fucked up that I only fall asleep in the afternoon and I wake up around 8pm. That’s damn fucked up. Cos preferably, I wanna fall asleep early in the morning just before the sun rises, and wake up in the afternoon. But time has been passing surprisingly fast. I think I’m just lucky everyone seems to be having a good day at work today, thus I have much entertainment to keep me occupied. It doesn’t help that Class95 keeps playing retro songs! It’s making me crave Zouk!!!! I’m not sleepy/ tired at all but I know what happens when my body is deprived of sleep - I go slightly mad. Like I’m on a high or something. But that’s normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it suddenly hit me how many things I miss. It could be anything from people I used to hang out with, to places I used to go, to things I used to do, to a certain ‘feeling’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never found it a chore, and it came naturally to me to do what I do, because I put people before myself and simply because I care about these people. These people could be friends, family, BF etc. It’s not narrowed down to specific people, but it suddenly hit me how tiring it is to do so much for people, only to see it taken for granted like it’s something I was supposed to do. It’s worse when after all that, people are still able to find fault with you. I’m not an easily emotional person. I can be very patient as well. But once I reach my limit, there’s no turning back and no salvation anymore. There’s a reason why I can be somebody’s best friend, but I can also be their worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do so much for people that I feel I’ve kinda lost myself somewhere along the way. But I know if I do find myself back suddenly, it’s not gonna be pretty. Cos a good part of the things I miss that used to be part of me, aren’t exactly the most ‘right’ things. But then again, that part I miss may not be a part of me. It may just be a trigger for me when I feel unappreciated, or it may be because it’s something I’ve been doing for a long time oready. When I do something I know is wrong, but it doesn’t faze me in anyway at all, I don’t have a problem doing it. But I think I’ve been under quite good control for awhile now, just don’t push me to do things I don’t wanna do. I know this is vague. But don’t try guessing what I’m talking about. Cos it’s something I won’t say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about being tired makes me miss something which not many people can give me - The ultimate feeling of security. And by saying security, it includes a whole range of things - comfort, safety, love, loyalty, warmth, happiness, and the list goes on. It’s something hard to describe in words. It’s something you know when you feel it. It’s knowing you can let everything go, let every thought clear from your brain, rid yourself of all stress and unhappiness, not having a care in the world, and yet feel safe cos you know somebody is there, looking out for you constantly and there’s no chance in hell that person is gonna let anything bad happen to you. To just completely let go and let someone take charge is such a good feeling, even if it’s just sometimes. But with some people, I don’t feel it at all. And it’s draining to take on such a responsibility long term. It’s sucking what I am from my being. And it’s gonna dry out soon if nothing replenishes it. I can be your security blanket, but I can also crash and burn because I am but human. I’m tired of being superwoman, a single mum, a nanny, a caregiver, all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But’s let’s just blame all these on me having lack of sleep yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my regret will wash away somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot forget the way I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsT2URr1Igc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jsT2URr1Igc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-1561015421424470816?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/1561015421424470816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/1561015421424470816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-attempting-not-sleeping-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-8482316117379770381</id><published>2009-06-01T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:04:38.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jes after her work on Friday and we went for dinner and slacking session. She told me something that made my blood boil man. I seldom get overly agitated but another person’s problem but this really takes the cake. I feel so sorry for my dear Jes! Argh!! Anyway, I will do what I can to help her cos I still feel that she’s been forced to become a ‘victim’ in the end. I hate irresponsible guys man. But I shall not go into detail here until I have set my best laid plans into action. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs was feeling like Kway Chup so with Jes joining us, we were off to JB. Kway Chup, ciggies and a car wash later, we headed back to Singapore and it was oready close to 4am. -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t sleep the night before cos once again, I didn’t wanna risk waking up late and wasting the entire weekend. I know it’s not a good idea cos it doesn’t make me feel my best and I’m just stoned the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First destination of the day was Seletar farmway. Haha. I don’t think I’m going crazy over the shrimp thingy. I’m just getting bored of the present batch so at Seletar, I ended up buying 10 more shrimps. Headed to tub’s place after that for awhile before going back to my place to release the new shrimps into my tank. My aquarium finally looked a little more decent. 20 shrimps sounds like an awful lot but they’re so tiny you hardly spot them around lor. Everyone looked happy so after feeding them, tubs and I headed to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have dinner with his family plus his grand folks etc at the old school Chinese restaurant outside my house so we didn’t have much time left to shop. Desperate times call for desperate measures so I narrowed my shopping to 2 shops - River Island and Forever21. Noting much at River Island so when I went to Forever21, did a speedy round, and ended up with 2 dresses, a top and a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done at Forever21 did I find out that dinner had been cancelled at the last min. So we continued shopping and then suddenly, tubs got a call from his parents asking us to join the both of them for dinner at Copthorne. Omg. Once again, gotta cut short shopping time. It was buffet but I didn’t enjoy it too much. Not really into Nonya/ Paranakan food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was tired from the lack of sleep, I concussed for about 2 hours or so at his place and after waking up, we went to ECP to slack and enjoy each other’s company. When we went back to my place, the sun was oready gonna set but we couldn’t sleep cos there were some casualties in my aquarium. 3 shrimps had been attacked and killed, and 1 of them were pregnant lah. Fucking pissed off cos altogether up til this point in time, there has been a total of 5 deaths, and all caused by 1 shrimp. The largest shrimp, which is also the biggest bully. It actually goes around attacking other shrimps and all of them are so scared of that particular one that I have to feed them with tactic so they wouldn’t get attacked. It didn’t help that all the larvae from the previous batch was nowhere to be found so I guess no shrimplets for me. Haha. Anyway, back to why tubs and I couldn’t sleep - cos we were trying to catch the mother fucker and put it in it’s own confined space so it wouldn’t kill anymore of my shrimps. Tubs wanted to kill it but I decided to confine it first and then see how tings go from there. After he was separated from the rest, my tank looks so much nicer cos the shrimps are free to roam about without being scared anymore. Hur hur. There’s 1 more pregnant shrimp now. I’m just hoping her babies would survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really wanted to go for the Club21 bazaar at Pit Building cos it was the last day and prices will be slashed like never before so I tried not sleeping. Haha. Main word being ‘tried’. I wanted to let tubs sleep til at least 11am but at 10+am, I fell asleep and didn’t wake up til afternoon. But because either ways we had planned to go shop for shoes for him, I decided to forgo Club21. Boo Hoo. Really upsetting. But I shall not dwell on it cos in the end, tubs got to buy his shoes, which I think are really nice, and I bought shoes and clothes as well. So all is not lost after all. We are like on an aquarium hunt or something cos we still had abit of time after that (and Club21 bazaar had oready closed) so we went to Qian Hu to look at fishes and I nearly bought more shrimps. Haha. Tubs didn’t let me though so we headed to granny’s empty handed. Mel had gone for the Club21 bazaar and she bought a whole lot of stuff but even though I think everything was nice, it wasn’t quite my style so I can only comfort myself that even if I went, I may not have found anything I fancied anyways. Haha. Yeah right. But as expected, she said the crowd was really bad so I wouldn’t want to put tubs thru all that either. Yeah right. Hahaha. Ah well, it’s over so no thinking about it anymore. The very most, I’ll just go shopping again. But it’s good to have some self control cos I have more clothes/ shoes/ bags than I’m wearing/ using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s yet another sleepless night as usual and I just went with tubs for Macs breakfast so it’s not a good idea to sleep soon either. Hope everyone has a great week ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-8482316117379770381?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8482316117379770381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8482316117379770381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-met-jes-after-her-work-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-3564322021575408505</id><published>2009-05-28T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:38:00.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; was steamboat with Jes and Rach. I nearly died. Haha. Too much too soon man. After that, Jes and I slacked at ECP and before we knew it, it was oready after 2am. Hur hur. I hope my dear Rach understand why I didn’t go pick her up from her place to go for dinner. Firstly, I couldn’t get the car any earlier which means we’ll only reach Bugis only at 8pm or there abouts, which leaves Jes waiting alone for us for a long time. Secondly, I’ll have to pass by Bugis which is pretty near my house to get to your place and then head back to Bugis, which is easily at least 3 - 4 times the difference in distance. Thirdly, eating steamboat so often is taking on toll on this unemployed woman’s bank, and the number of ERPs and petrol for the entire distance I’ll have to spend on is quite a substantial amount to me. And last but not least, I’ll have to send you home in the end, which is the opposite direction from where I’ll be heading - the east. I know they don’t sound like a good reason at all, especially for a friend like you, but I’ll hope you’ll understand, especially when you are driving yourself. I hope my decision didn’t upset you too much, but all I’m asking for is some understanding ok? I still love you nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; was ban mian with my bitches for a late lunch. That’s just like steamboat if you ask me. From the soup base to the ingredients. I didn’t finish it all though. It sicked me out too much. Haha. We walked around for abit and ended up buying rubbish stuff like stickers etc. (I bought so much redundant stuff that I shall not even mention it here. Haha) I oso bought a cropped sweater from Mango. I really need some serious retail therapy. I haven’t gone Forever21 in a damn long time lah. Anyway, we decided to do something we haven’t done in a long time - Clubbing! So we went home to freshen up and get ready for ladies’ nite! We were thinking between Zirca and Powerhouse and somehow we ended up at Zirca cos parking at St James costs a bomb. Zirca was not exactly empty, but I like my clubs packed to a certain extent. It was far too empty for my liking, we were all freezing to death inside, and the crowd wasn’t very appealing. And it didn’t help that we got there after midnite which means no free drinks. WTF. This isn’t what ladies nite should be about. Anyway it didn’t take us too long to decide on a change of environment and Zouk it was! I love Zouk. It feels so much like home there, especially on Wednesday nights. Hahahahaha. And the amount of people there were just right. Not little enuff to see open empty space, but just enuff for us to walk around and we even managed to get seats. I feel happy even just sitting there listening to the music. Mambo Jambo really makes me happy and it’s really therapeutic for me. And before people start questioning me on why I didn't let anyone know I was going to Zouk, it's becasue I was in a terribly lazy mood and I didn't feel like running all over the place looking for different groups of friends k. Moreover, I was happy where I was with my bitches. And being with my bitches means photo-taking time. And because I was a happy girl, I was pretty obliging. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sh3UI6EbzOI/AAAAAAAACk4/Y1q_aeCXs5g/s1600-h/DSC02546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340657982623173858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sh3UI6EbzOI/AAAAAAAACk4/Y1q_aeCXs5g/s400/DSC02546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sh3UIhyxQOI/AAAAAAAACkw/uGRiF6oxHaY/s1600-h/DSC02545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340657976106631394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sh3UIhyxQOI/AAAAAAAACkw/uGRiF6oxHaY/s400/DSC02545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my fave pictures but I told you I was in a good mood. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Zouk, hunger strikes and I swear Zouk has really spoilt me. I’m so used to eating Bak Kut Teh opposite Zouk after clubbing in the past that we ended up going to Lavender for something just as yummy, steaming hot and soupy - Pig Organs Soup. Yum Yum Yum. I’m a happy girl! I miss Zouk oready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, even though I woke up early the day before, even though I was out the whole day, even though I went clubbing, I'm still not tired. In fact, I'm still very much awake at 830am. Jialat. Angel wanted to meet up. Maybe I should wake her up for breakfast. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-3564322021575408505?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/3564322021575408505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/3564322021575408505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuesday-was-steamboat-with-jes-and-rach.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sh3UI6EbzOI/AAAAAAAACk4/Y1q_aeCXs5g/s72-c/DSC02546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-994780344582321372</id><published>2009-05-26T06:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:54:53.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Random Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beautiful Skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsXLavfI/AAAAAAAACjI/ogNRV9Z7-O0/s1600-h/SDC12357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888933593071090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsXLavfI/AAAAAAAACjI/ogNRV9Z7-O0/s400/SDC12357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbTcTihnI/AAAAAAAACko/puAZ57sN0cg/s1600-h/SDC12297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891804007466610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbTcTihnI/AAAAAAAACko/puAZ57sN0cg/s400/SDC12297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbCY0AzfI/AAAAAAAACkg/BeOEL1C2DUg/s1600-h/SDC12295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891511012150770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbCY0AzfI/AAAAAAAACkg/BeOEL1C2DUg/s400/SDC12295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBw8u23I/AAAAAAAACkY/zQR5ssTYgWE/s1600-h/SDC12288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891500311305074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBw8u23I/AAAAAAAACkY/zQR5ssTYgWE/s400/SDC12288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBHlRUvI/AAAAAAAACkA/hTGQCrWoh_Q/s1600-h/SDC12328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891489207046898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBHlRUvI/AAAAAAAACkA/hTGQCrWoh_Q/s400/SDC12328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ8bne3yI/AAAAAAAACj4/nUqMx157CV4/s1600-h/SDC12326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339890309174058786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ8bne3yI/AAAAAAAACj4/nUqMx157CV4/s400/SDC12326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ8J48uvI/AAAAAAAACjw/6iyNlyDyUJs/s1600-h/SDC12320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339890304415480562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ8J48uvI/AAAAAAAACjw/6iyNlyDyUJs/s400/SDC12320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ78R6d8I/AAAAAAAACjo/p-atn_JyOwk/s1600-h/SDC12316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339890300762093506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ78R6d8I/AAAAAAAACjo/p-atn_JyOwk/s400/SDC12316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ7rQkupI/AAAAAAAACjg/LB-_v5ycm4g/s1600-h/SDC12315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339890296193071762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ7rQkupI/AAAAAAAACjg/LB-_v5ycm4g/s400/SDC12315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tub's Puffers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The only spotted one remaining, which we called Easy (Peasy died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ7cGDwII/AAAAAAAACjY/dp0kq5tbarQ/s1600-h/SDC12335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339890292122435714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsZ7cGDwII/AAAAAAAACjY/dp0kq5tbarQ/s400/SDC12335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsxYkkAI/AAAAAAAACjQ/PM4G0dpLbkc/s1600-h/SDC12344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888940627562498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsxYkkAI/AAAAAAAACjQ/PM4G0dpLbkc/s400/SDC12344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Look at the tummy of the one on the right after eating. Those are Lemon and Squeezy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBlNnGsI/AAAAAAAACkQ/o9lswRCizTo/s1600-h/SDC12278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891497160874690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBlNnGsI/AAAAAAAACkQ/o9lswRCizTo/s400/SDC12278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The big one with the 2 small ones. Big one being Twiddle Dum (Twiddle Dee died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBUZwTkI/AAAAAAAACkI/0uxCYELZmfg/s1600-h/SDC12275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339891492648406594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsbBUZwTkI/AAAAAAAACkI/0uxCYELZmfg/s400/SDC12275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Don't ask how we decided to name them. It just happened. So at first there's Twiddle-Dee, Twiddle-Dum, Easy, Peasy, Lemon, Squeezy. Hur hur!! If the names don't make any sense to you at all, then I guess there's nothing much I can help you with there. -shrugs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Shrimps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some of them. The rest are too well hidden. Haha. And damn are they tiny. I'm guessing the reddish ones are the females and the dull one is a male. Didn't manage to capture a photo of the other male which is a fiercier sight with it's size and it's pincers etc cos ironically, it's pretty afraid of movements and lights outside of the tank and will oways be the first to scurry for cover but when the lights go off, it comes out to bully the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsMEQEXI/AAAAAAAACjA/fMf0d2DWNz0/s1600-h/SDC12413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888930610221426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsMEQEXI/AAAAAAAACjA/fMf0d2DWNz0/s400/SDC12413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYr-sHYFI/AAAAAAAACi4/wS7fqMAzE3I/s1600-h/SDC12385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888927019327570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYr-sHYFI/AAAAAAAACi4/wS7fqMAzE3I/s400/SDC12385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYrubrC2I/AAAAAAAACiw/wxXNdR3kLmE/s1600-h/SDC12409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888922655394658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYrubrC2I/AAAAAAAACiw/wxXNdR3kLmE/s400/SDC12409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX6DFLHNI/AAAAAAAACio/xa9HWWZ5WuQ/s1600-h/SDC12384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888069204712658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX6DFLHNI/AAAAAAAACio/xa9HWWZ5WuQ/s400/SDC12384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX50ZZwfI/AAAAAAAACig/fkmF9D3ksmY/s1600-h/SDC12383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888065263026674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX50ZZwfI/AAAAAAAACig/fkmF9D3ksmY/s400/SDC12383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX5o0zYOI/AAAAAAAACiY/p6GukaZuz2E/s1600-h/SDC12380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888062156726498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX5o0zYOI/AAAAAAAACiY/p6GukaZuz2E/s400/SDC12380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX5eAat5I/AAAAAAAACiQ/sIyitDBjBp4/s1600-h/SDC12375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888059252651922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX5eAat5I/AAAAAAAACiQ/sIyitDBjBp4/s400/SDC12375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what's this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX5Ly3-JI/AAAAAAAACiI/tgW9y9Zg9is/s1600-h/SDC12373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339888054364010642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsX5Ly3-JI/AAAAAAAACiI/tgW9y9Zg9is/s400/SDC12373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the babies/ larvae that are stuck all over the tank's walls, taken after some serious zooming in action. Which means if they all survive, my tank is gonna be over populated. Hur hur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-994780344582321372?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/994780344582321372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/994780344582321372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-pictures-beautiful-skies-tubs.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShsYsXLavfI/AAAAAAAACjI/ogNRV9Z7-O0/s72-c/SDC12357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4139252396457499876</id><published>2009-05-25T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:54:41.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday night on the way to tub’s place, there was an accident at a junction somewhere in Bedok. I happened to be first in line at the traffic light while waiting for it to turn green, which makes me one of the few to see the accident, and to hear the sick thud. I didn’t exactly see how it happened because all I was doing was waiting to move off once the lights changed. All I knew was that there was a honk, a screech, a bang, a thud and a crack and I saw a guy lying on the road in front of the taxi which was on my right. I think everyone who saw it was stunned. I know I was stunned beyond words. I didn’t even know whether to call an ambulance straight or get out of the car and see if he’s ok. But because he didn’t move at first, I didn’t dare get out of the car. And after what seemed like eternity, the taxi uncle and afew guys from I dunno where got out of their vehicles to see if the guy was fine. Thank god for his helmet cos I think that was the cracking sound and not his head. But it’s funny that they just helped him up to one side. What if he had internal injuries or had some part of his body broken? Anyway, this had caused a major jam cos it happened somewhere in the middle of the cross junction so once he seemed ok, I drove off. At that moment, the last thing I wanted to do was to drive. But there wasn’t much I could do about it I guess. My hands were shaking the entire way to tub’s house man. This was really terrible. One thing I can never get used to is accidents. I’ve seen my fair share of accidents, I’ve had friends die or get badly injured from accidents, and every time it really scares me. And this is why I don’t want to sit/ ride a bike anymore unless absolutely necessary. The passion for bike still pops up once in awhile, but that’s not the way I wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I got to tub’s house, it was off to JB for dinner with Chan. It’s nice sometimes to go to JB, but I was never a big fan of Malaysia, and sometimes, going there just to eat can be quite bo liao cos all in all, it takes up quite abit of time and by the time you’re back in Singapore, the night is over just like that. It doesn’t help that there is one guy who is sleeping most of the way cos he’s so tired, one girl who is still traumatized by the accident she witnessed earlier on, and a driver who just wants to talk about how another one of his fishes died cos it’s eyeballs got eaten up. So yup, that was all for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, went to a fish shop at Clementi so tubs could buy some plants, rocks and sucker fish for his aquarium. Went back to his place to put all these in, sat there watching what’s left of the silly fishes, then we went for our first and last meal of the day - XDL. Haha. The chilli this time was out of this world man. It was so damn spicy I could feel my heart beating unnaturally fast and I think tubs easily ordered 3 cans of coke cos of how spicy it was. We didn’t eat too much though. I think we eat here so often that we don’t see XDL as buffet anymore. We just see it as just another other meal so we don’t overdo the intake. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having smoking seats is always a fab idea cos we can just take our time slacking there, having some ciggies while waiting for time to pass before heading to The Cathay to watch Night at the Museum 2. I enjoyed the first one, and I think this one was good too. It’s just a nice brainless movie, full of laughs, full of action and full of the impossible. I guess it was a pretty good night other than the fact that there was a very irritating couple sitting behind us. They were talking loudly throughout, they kept nudging our chairs, and at one point, the stupid uncouth China lady had her feet on my arm rest which I fucking jabbed with my elbow and turned around to give her a stare and I was really close to emptying my cup of ILT on her followed by my popcorn. Tubs was terribly annoyed by them too. There are subtitles so I can’t understand why she just can’t shut her gab and watch the damn show and does she have no noise control at all? It’s like she’s talking to 3 rows of people instead of to just that one guy beside her which she stuck to like a leech. Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t sleep at all cos Sunday was more planned and there didn’t seem to be too much time to fit everything in so I couldn’t afford to wake up only in the late afternoon or something. Bad choice. I was so damn stoned the whole day. Started off heading to Bedok to tapao lunch for tub’s grandparents and ourselves and while waiting in the car for tubs, I started feel ill cos of my lack of sleep, plus the sun outside was mad and the temperature in the car was half hot half cold. After he came back to the car at least half an hour later, he had only managed to buy 4 bowls of dessert - Cheng Teng. Wow. Where’s lunch? He said the queue was too long. -faints- So he got his grandma to cook instead and we headed over for lunch. Stayed there til around 4pm and then we headed to Pasir Ris Farm in search of some shrimps. Haha. I got sucked into rearing marine animals too but I hate jumpy fishes so I decided to go the shrimp way. I’m pretty amateurish when it comes to shrimp so I bought just 5 shrimps as guinea pigs together with a small tank and what nots. Went to quite a few farms and most of them didn’t sell any shrimps at all so I wasn’t left with much choice I guess. Went home, set up my tank, and left my shrimps still in their bag floating in the tank. Rushed down to granny’s house to avoid being late again and today’s dinner was shiok man. Yum yum! Took a walk after dinner to Sam Yick and ended up buying 5 more shrimps. I’m surprised it’s cheaper at Sam Yick though. Went home after that and put all the shrimps into the tank. They are so tiny lah. Really gotta look out for them. Not long after they settled into the tank, 2 shrimps started laying eggs or giving birth or something. They just started releasing these larvae-like stuff into the water but they are so tiny they look like dust particles or something but you know they are the babies cos they keep twitching in the water. I hope they survive though. This is pretty interesting. Haha. If they do, I guess I’ll be able to see them more clearly by next week. And if everyone is still alive and thriving by next week, then I shall think about investing on the more expensive shrimps which are so pretty and bright. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this afternoon to find 1 shrimp dead. I think my aircon is too cold for them. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4139252396457499876?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4139252396457499876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4139252396457499876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-night-on-way-to-tubs-place-there.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-51613008191916898</id><published>2009-05-22T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:49:10.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m pretty screwed. Everyone is at work at this time oready and I dun feel sleepy yet. Yup. I have yet to sleep. Hur hur. What happened to the stormy nights? I love to sleep on stormy nights. But then again, I only got home close to 6am so I guess stormy nights wouldn’t have been such a great idea after all. Last nite, Jes and I went to the café at ECP and I finally found out what it’s called - UK Fun Fun Café. Haha. I think it’s name is lame shit but it’s a nice place to slack so… Anyhoos, after I dropped Jes home, I headed to tub’s place and bought the boys a drink from the café. When I reached, tubs had just finished washing/ polishing/ waxing his car. Hallelujah! I don’t have the patience sitting at some dirty washing bay waiting for tubs to wash his car. So I guess Alex makes a better car wash buddy. Hur hur. Slacked with them below Wayne’s block for abit, went back to tub’s place to watch the puffers behaving like they’re mad starved when their huge bellies show otherwise, fell asleep for abit, then we went for Macs brekkie. Yum! But there were insects and moths and what nots all over the place which is very disturbing for me so after we were done, went back to his place for another puff, then back home I came. Thank goodness the giantous moth was no where to be seen at the lift lobby. I’ve seen it for the past 2-3days and it’s really disturbing cos it’s huge. I don’t like being stuck in an enclosed space with a moth bigger than the size of my open palm. -shivers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Adam Lambert lost. It’s America’s loss. Haha. I’m gonna try to sleep now. But I dunno how cos Friday morning = Fumigating = Noisy. Who the hell fumigates weekly? Are the roaches or mosquitoes in this compound that bad? I wish they could do something about the moth situation though. There are far too many moths around and how a giant one got trapped in the lift lobby is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite everybody! As I count down to falling asleep, everyone else can count down to finishing work, which should be around the same time I wake up. So I guess we’ll all enjoy the weekend around the same time. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-51613008191916898?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/51613008191916898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/51613008191916898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-pretty-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-9004561185429353801</id><published>2009-05-21T05:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:47:59.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Even though I havenÃ¢ÂÂt been following American Idol religiously, IÃ¢ÂÂm hoping that Adam Lambert wins. I can just listen to him sing Mad World on repeat and nothing else. The way he sings it is so haunting that it gives me the chills in a very good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/49e3b4acb258ffb9/4a147a8df4ce0214/49e3b4ac22573f53/bf2f9811/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/videos/" target="_blank"&gt;Want more American Idol videos? Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-9004561185429353801?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/9004561185429353801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/9004561185429353801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-8098782502598273547</id><published>2009-05-20T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:22:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crystal Jade with the gang yesterday! I still have the receipt with me and it’s really quite an impressive list. Haha. I barely touched the steamboat cos I didn’t find it too good but the 小笼包s didn’t dissappoint. I guess that’s why the 8 of us ended up finishing 18 笼s of it. I think each 笼 had at least 5 小笼包s so on average, each person had more than 10 each. Haha. And that’s not counting all the other food for our steamboat. Did nobody took any pictures of the food at all?!&lt;br /&gt;Here’re some pictures courtesy of Mandy dear, before and after the steamboat massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrOtNuOI/AAAAAAAAChg/7CXcTwf3A_M/s1600-h/4294_181848105653_852520653_6860591_1586521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337924086860200162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrOtNuOI/AAAAAAAAChg/7CXcTwf3A_M/s400/4294_181848105653_852520653_6860591_1586521_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdqxQ4BbI/AAAAAAAAChY/64NmlGVAY1E/s1600-h/4294_181848100653_852520653_6860590_6439663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337924078956709298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdqxQ4BbI/AAAAAAAAChY/64NmlGVAY1E/s400/4294_181848100653_852520653_6860590_6439663_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrOqkKgI/AAAAAAAACho/GZFwkfctrhY/s1600-h/4294_181848135653_852520653_6860595_190210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337924086849088002" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrOqkKgI/AAAAAAAACho/GZFwkfctrhY/s400/4294_181848135653_852520653_6860595_190210_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrfJZvQI/AAAAAAAAChw/_6LkqUYFXas/s1600-h/4294_181848150653_852520653_6860597_7665790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337924091273395458" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrfJZvQI/AAAAAAAAChw/_6LkqUYFXas/s400/4294_181848150653_852520653_6860597_7665790_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, everyone left, leaving me, Ting, Yuan and Bryan so we went Häagen-Dazs to slack and we ended up being more sinful. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met my bitches in the afternoon for lunch at Café Cartel at Siglap. We sat at the alfresco area but despite being under the shade, we still nearly passed out from the heat. Chix paid with her Capitacard so we ended up having a free banana split because we spent more than $40. Woo Hoo. But even after that, the heat was too hot to handle so we cabbed back to my place. Yeah. We were so near my place but we cabbed back anyways. Once we got home, the aircon came on, the fan came on and boy did it feel good. After everyone finally cooled down, we were really close to falling asleep so we started taking photos. Taking pictures with Chixy is an art that’s really hard to master cos she’s so fair that all her pictures make her look totally white.. Almost ghost like. But I don't plan on giving anyone a scare before the Hungry Ghost Festival so I shall not post any of those pictures. It was after many tries that she finally found a spot where she looked more normal. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic that makes all of us looks like angels. Haha. Da Chix says we look like we're in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQewat021I/AAAAAAAACh4/c_utQxLkDoQ/s1600-h/DSC00795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337925275494964050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQewat021I/AAAAAAAACh4/c_utQxLkDoQ/s400/DSC00795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQewq2F1bI/AAAAAAAACiA/_8iNRgSEKgo/s1600-h/DSC02470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337925279824598450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQewq2F1bI/AAAAAAAACiA/_8iNRgSEKgo/s400/DSC02470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with our nonsense, we went down to Kallang to walk around for abit before catching a movie - Uninvited. Hur hur. It was an ok show I guess. There were some parts to shock you, but it wasn’t a ghost show and there were a few twists along the way to keep it interesting. I like how empty the cinema was but just our luck that not far from where we were sitting, there was an uncle and his China ’friend’ who were making a hell load of noise. From her acting scared, to him acting brave, they were bloody disgusting. Anyway, the cinema was freezing despite me bringing a jacket along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I love watching movies on weekday afternoons with friends. Tickets are cheap, you get the cinema to yourself, and you have your buddies with you. That’s hard to beat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-8098782502598273547?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8098782502598273547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/8098782502598273547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/crystal-jade-with-gang-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ShQdrOtNuOI/AAAAAAAAChg/7CXcTwf3A_M/s72-c/4294_181848105653_852520653_6860591_1586521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-5207659839459520369</id><published>2009-05-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:01:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate crooks and I absolutely abhor perverts. You think you’re so smart. Your cockiness is gonna be your downfall cos people know more than what you think. Just bcos people dun say or do anything, it doesn’t mean they dunno. The last time I delivered a slap to you, I guess it really wasn’t quite enough. I think the next time is gonna be a nice drama cos I may just decide to call the cops or have you beaten up outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-5207659839459520369?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5207659839459520369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5207659839459520369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-crooks-and-i-absolutely-abhor.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7019239589571228076</id><published>2009-05-18T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:46:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a better weekend than me. It could have been worse I guess, but it was bad enuff for me. All thanks to one person, the king of cock-ups - Tubs. In fact, I hadn’t been in the mood to see him at all the entire week cos he has been kinda crabby and I don’t need someone to spoil my perfectly fine day. But let’s see how he behaves this upcoming week cos there’s only so much shit I’ll take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even though I went without any sleep at all on Friday, I was a very happy girl. Met Jes and Rach for lunch near Jes’s workplace cos Rach was on MC and she loved the chicken rice there so much she insisted that I had to try it. BUT I thought it tasted horrible. I think her pregnant-woman’s-weird-taste-bud-syndrome is at work. Time flies when you’re having fun cos not long after we had lunch, Jes had to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rach and I headed to Bugis to run some errands and walk for abit but it didn’t take her long to hear XDL beckoning her. OMG. Haha. And that wasn’t even long after our lunch!!!! And so I sat there watching her eat while I had some drinks, and I swear she single-handedly cleared almost 2 trays of food and 2 portions of dessert. And when she was finally done, Jes had finished work and was coming down to look for us. Haha. After meeting Jes, we walked around abit before we headed down to ECP. Once again, yours truly was chauffer of the day. We went to the café where Jes and I went the last time and ordered a drink each, a mixed platter which was meant for probably 4 to 5 people, and another fish &amp;amp; chips. I was still feeling kinda sick from lunch and I could barely bring myself to eat anything else. And then you see Rach just going at the food. Damn hilarious stuff. It’s really a miracle to see her constantly hungry and eating non-stop. It’s a good thing though. Cos I think she really needs to put on a lot more weight as her tummy gets bigger or else she’s gonna have a hard time supporting the weight of her baby. Anyway, we had a fab time just enjoying each other’s company and soon Aunty Rachel was tired so I ended up driving myself back home before Rach took over her own car to send Jes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about when my great day ended. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to freshen up abit and then drove to tub’s place to pick him up. We had wanted to watch Horsemen for a long time oready and we decided we better catch it this weekend before it ends. So earlier in the day, I got him to book tickets cos my damn hp takes forever to load and being on the move constantly is a pain to get wireless connection. So after checking, he asked if I preferred the 11+pm show, or the 1+am show. So I said I’m fine with anything, just go with 11+pm lor. And then I got the most genius reply from him - Why not 1+am? ………………………… Erm, I dun even know what to say anymore.. Why ask me in the first place? Anyway, he went ahead to book the 1+am show. And when I reached his place around midnite or so, he said there still was a lot of time before the show started. So I suggested from meeting up with Alex, to buying a drink and sitting under the block etc. and in the end, he said he was very tired so he wanted to go back and take a short nap. I knew that was a bad idea from the start and I told him so but Mr Confident insisted it‘ll be fine. I knew it was a bad idea simply because when he sleeps, he’s dead to the world. Secondly, when I haven’t slept a wink the night before and barely any sleep for the other days, there’s a high chance of me falling asleep as well. Moreover, it’s not fun oways being his alarm clock, especially when it means that I go without any sleep just to wake him up on time. But being his stubborn self, off to bed he went, thinking setting alarm means nothing would go wrong. But what I expected happened. I jumped out of bed after dunno how long, woke him up for the time cos he doesn’t have a single clock in his room and my hp was in the car cos previously he was too lazy to go get it, and when he finally dragged himself to search for his hp which was somewhere under the bed, the time was about 2.30am. Bravo. Once again, I knew it. And once again, I told you so. I was so fucking pissed off and he wasn’t even sorry about being a cock-up. So I went down, glanced through the papers, and I told him that the only show with available timing which we want to watch is Angels and Demons at either 3.15am or 4am. And I told him specifically, if we can’t make it for the 3.15am show, just book the 4am show. And without even telling me, he booked the 3.15am show. I nearly stabbed him cos by the time he actually finished booking and shut off the computer etc, it was oready after 3am. And at that moment, I told myself if we were even 5minutes late for the show, I’ll walk off and go home on my own. He can’t enjoy the show on his own and make his own way back home. But lucky for him, the show wasn’t very punctual so we managed to make it before it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are as simple as knowing yourself better and don’t cock-up when it’s gonna affect others. And also never risk cocking-up consecutively. And an apology or any sense of remorse helps too. And also, it’s really applaudable when you pretend nothing happened after that. Really gotta hand it to you. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the saving grace was that I enjoyed the movie. The book blew me away, the movie didn’t at all, but I still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wasn’t off to too good a start either. Tubs finally got out of bed some time around 10+pm. Yup. PM. He doesn’t sleep. He hibernates. And the most champion thing was he tried pushing the blame to me, about how he tried waking me up, blah blah blah. Haha. Nice try. Me who has difficultly sleeping does not concuss for such inhuman amount of hours. If I even sleep for more than a couple of hours, I think I deserve an award oready. Who’s BF doesn’t think twice about blaming his GF for everything? Mine. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got out of the house, we ended up eating at XDL. Haha. Ironic eh. I think steamboat is really out to kill me. Anyway, before we left the house, we booked tickets for Horsemen at 1.40am. So luckily we were oready outside eating so we sat at XDL until it was time for us to go straight to the cinema. I thought Horsemen was not too bad. Ending was too abrupt for everyone’s liking, but the rest of the movie was quite nice. Gore and all. But after all these years, it’s still a pain hearing Zhang Ziyi speaking in English but she did look pretty psycho in the show, which suits her character. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all for Saturday. Saturday suddenly consists of just about 5 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday woke up being quite crabby cos tubs was trying to piss me off. Finally when we left the house, it was off to Seletar in search of dog farms. Yeah. Dog farms. Not puppy mills. Puppy mills are sick shit. We only came across one animal farm with barely any animals. And after driving around abit, we realized there were no other animal/ dog farms around. But at that time, we were passing by somewhere selling fish. So I thought why not just stop and take a look. Then tubs started whining - Can we not. Bloody shit. Whole day was futile, what’s just 1 more place which we were oready right in front of? So we ended up going in and irony hits once again. He ended up buying a tank and some fishes. 6 puffer fishes to be exact. So the person who didn’t want to go, ended up being the customer instead. I knew we were pretty screwed once he decided to buy fishes there. Cos after buying, we had to go back to his house to set up the tank, put the fishes in etc. And I knew we were gonna be late for dinner at my Granny’s place. And I hate being late for dinner there cos Granny is quite particular about everyone eating together. But tubs being tubs, thinks for himself only. So after going to his place and helping him set up everything, we went to Granny’s place. And we were so late everyone had oready finished dinner. Everyone, let’s give tubs a round of applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, we went back to his place at night after Granny’s place and one of his fishes had jumped out of the tank. He insisted it was dead, I insisted to just put it in a tub and let me look at it. And I managed to revive it. But not for long. Cos everything else was pretty screwed up due to all the rush earlier in the day. Actually I’m surprised there was only 1 fatality. It was a total mess. Some things can’t be rushed. I think all he can do now is just try to get his aquarium right before the rest die. And I’m too tired to tell him what to do anymore if he has no initiative to go read up on what should be done. I’m no babysitter. And I’m not cut out to do the dirty work while you just act like a little kid at the funfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really miss being pampered and having someone around who makes me feel safe cos I know he’s gonna take care of everything, and I don’t have a care in the world. I feel what I’m going through now should only happen many years down the road - when I’m looking after my own children. But now, it’s my BF who I have to look after like a child. I’m like having post natal depression. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I’m blogging and surfing the net and watching TV and doing random stuff, the big baby is in dreamland beside me, while I wait for the magical hour to strike before I coax him from his slumber and make sure he wakes up and wash up and get changed and remember to take all his stuff before I get him to the MRT on time so that not only will he reach work on time, he’ll get the earlier train with less people so that he can get a seat. And after that when I get home, then can I try to get some rest. Tell me I don’t sound like a mother trying to get her child to school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that’s all folks. Try to see some humor in this, but at the same time, oso please try to feel for me. Haha. As much as I get frustrated, but it has also come to a point when I’m too numb by all this oready. Not numb in a good way though, cos when the insides get numb, you really don’t care anymore. Sometimes I can laugh at all these, but it’s not the kind of laughter you wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than my girls, the other thing that made me happy was my brand new Care Bear. I love. And no, tubs didn’t buy it for me.&lt;br /&gt;And Mick, I dunno if you read my blog but sorry I couldn’t eat at your café on Friday even though I was so nearby due to time constraints. I’ll meet up with you soon and do cheer up k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7019239589571228076?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7019239589571228076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7019239589571228076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-everyone-had-better-weekend-than.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4662302465886699268</id><published>2009-05-15T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:50:35.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I can’t bring myself to eat another steamboat this week anymore. I know it’s ironic cos we’re planning one at Crystal Jade this month. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ban mian with Jes on Monday and that’s as good as having tom yum steamboat. After that we went somewhere we haven’t gone in a very long time - the HK café at Katong. We used to be there almost everyday and suddenly, we just stopped going there. And up til now, the waitress still recognizes us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Tian Tian Steamboat with my dear girls. Rachel just had XDL over the weekend so this time we decided to try somewhere else. I’ve eaten here before but I still prefer XDL. We ate damn long though. Once I reached, I met Rachel to get her new HP, then Jes reached soon after and we ate from 630pm - 10pm. Haha. That’s horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was on leave on Wednesday so in the afternoon, she drove over to my place supposedly to pick me up but I ended up driving her to town. Haha. I think I’ve found myself a job - being a chauffer. Kidding. I’m very selective who I drive around, no matter if it’s my car or not, and I’ll drive my dear girl around anytime. Anyway, we walked around town for abit, ate at Crystal Jade, went shopping for maternity clothes for her (even though her tummy is barely showing), and then I went to Bugis to meet my bitches while she went for her facial appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to have XDL supper so in the meantime we walked Bugis Village and I ended up buying 2 dresses. I think dresses are one thing I oways buy but hardly wear. Hur hur. I think because we have become such familiar faces at XDL, we didn’t even have to wait til supper time to start supper. Haha. After we were done at XDL, we went for drive-thru on the way back to my house to get some drinks and an ice cream cone and when we came to a filter lane, Jane didn’t look out for traffic, neither did she slow down and just went and she nearly drove right into a lorry. Luckily she managed to swerve in time to avoid it and the weird thing was the lorry driver didn’t seem to have noticed our car at all. He didn’t slow down, swerve or curse at us. He just kept on going while we were all still in shock at the near end to our lives. Hahaha. But nothing happened so it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my place, we decided to slack for abit before Kel came to pick da chix up so we took fotos. Lots of fotos, but not many decent looking ones. It’s all da chix’s fault I swear. Oways making faces at the cam. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Friday now but because I didn’t sleep a wink, I keep thinking it’s still Thursday. There’s no point sleeping anyway, even if I could, cos I need to get ready soon and meet Jes and Rachel for lunch near Jes’s workplace. And because mummy Rachel is on MC today, her after lunch plan is to go Bugis to shop and she’s craving XDL once again. I’m just gonna watch her eat man. I just hope I won’t puke just by watching her eat. Hahahahaha. And I think after today, I won’t be shopping at Bugis again for a long time. Pregnant women really have the weirdest cravings. I swear if she could, she’ll be eating XDL everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I gtg oready! Thanks everyone for replying the thread on FB… except Ling. She better be doing something useful like frying some keropok for me. Haha. Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4662302465886699268?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4662302465886699268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4662302465886699268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-i-cant-bring-myself-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-5695643325057557912</id><published>2009-05-11T05:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:32:23.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday’s weather was horrendous. Tubs and I went to pick Chan up to go Changi Village for Nasi Lemak and tubs bought from the wrong store and it was gross. I barely touched my food at all man. Not knowing where to go, we ended up at the nearest point of interest - OCH. It’s my first time there in the day. Haha. It looks a lot less freaky with the whole place so brightly lit by the blinding sun. We ventured inside, walked around the compound, didn’t even go up any stairs or to the connecting buildings when we had so damn many mosquito bites that we decided to leave. There were other people there as well and they were more like taking a tour lor. Someone was bringing them around, telling them about the place and they were taking pictures. Haha. Now that we were on a roll of what kinda places to go to, we went to the next nearest attraction - Red House at Pasir Ris. Once again, in the day - looked like any other house in the neighborhood. Haha. Off the top my head, I couldn’t think of anyplace else in the vicinity so while heading towards Chan’s place, we decided to stop and take a look at the Matilda House. The rain the night before didn’t help cos everyone knows what happens to the Matilda House - there will be a moat surrounding it. We weren’t very keen on leaving the car along the road, trudging thru all the tall grass and getting our feet wet and dirty trying to cross the moat so we abandoned plan. It oso didn’t help that the whole house looked like it was boarded up so if we went thru all that trouble and discomfort, only to find no way in, it’ll be damn irritating. But on the same plot of land, there are cranes and ongoing works so if they are gonna build HDB blocks right beside the Matilda House, I dunno who will dare to live there. I don’t think I’ll be keen though. Haha. The weather was so bad that the aircon on full blast wasn’t even helping much. So we ended up slacking below Chan’s block and somehow all that concrete, shelter, tiles etc made it much cooler. As usual, there was a lot of rubbish talk , especially when the boys are in the mood and soon a couple of hours had passed and we had to leave cos we barely had time to rush back home to change before heading to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the rest of the gang at Ngee Ann City, managed to have a much needed ciggie before we headed in for Vivienne Westwood’s Anglomania show. I hope tubs wasn’t bored though. He didn’t comment much on the show other than thinking that Vivienne Westwood was either sick or high while filming her little speech. Hur hur. It wasn’t bad, but I guess I was expecting a lot more, cos some of her past pieces have blown me away before, and also it is the closing event after all. It was also a shame she didn’t come, nor sent Pamela Anderson here. Haha. In her video, it was talk about her being environmentally friendly and therefore she doesn’t fly long distances etc but somehow I wasn’t much convinced. It is Vivienne Westwood after all. The very controversial Vivienne Westwood. The Vivienne Westwood who doesn’t wear panties. The Vivienne Westwood who married the manager of The Sex Pistols. The Vivienne Westwood who revolutionized punk style. The Vivienne Westwood who walked out of Sex and the City’s movie premiere after 10mins, condemning the clothes featured. The Vivienne Westwood who’s show Naomi Campbell walked in with 9 inch heels and so famously fell in. So in the end, I think it didn’t quite do it for me despite the loud colors, big hair, attention grabbing make up and quirky models. I still loved Ashley Isham’s showcase the most. Utterly divine. Recognise the new designs on the recent coke cans/ bottles? The ones that were given out free at the Audi Fashion Festival and also sold everywhere? The ones FB-mad-Jes claimed to be Bejewelled Coke? They are designed by non other than the man himself. How fitting eh. He really rocks. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgdExkdLcgI/AAAAAAAACfA/2bsTOGbDKh0/s1600-h/isham+coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334307902033981954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgdExkdLcgI/AAAAAAAACfA/2bsTOGbDKh0/s400/isham+coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And stupid Bryan got Gareth Pugh to write him a little momento. I’m jealous. Haha. But it’s still all thanks to Bryan for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended, the gang headed to Swee Choon for dim sum. It’s been awhile since I last ate at Swee Choon and I realise the best time to eat there is with a whole group of friends so you’ll get to eat abit of many things. Haha. Shiokers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe somebody should explain to me why people now and then seem so afraid of me. Especially people who I would consider close to me. I don’t bark nor do I bite. I think I’m usually quite a calm person. Does me being too calm make people more paranoid? Am I that hard to say something straight to? I don’t mind when other people get involved along the way, but through past experiences, I still think the best method is to go direct. But I think me saying all these is because in the beginning, there wasn’t much of an issue to start with. But it became something slightly bigger, something slightly more touchy somehow along the way. And when it finally reached me, I just didn’t know what to make of it anymore. But, there is nothing wrong, nothing I wanna talk about, no hard feelings, nothing at all. So let’s just let this weird episode past yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy a brand new work week everyone! I hope everyone will have as much fun as me. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve got pictures and videos of the final walks of all the shows I attended but I have yet to go thru them so be patient yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yuan, send me pictures we took together k. Also the ones I/we took with Ling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Whoever has pictures/ videos from the shows, please send them to me cos the colors didn’t turn out quite as I expected on my cam and some of them are just blurry. Boo Hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-5695643325057557912?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5695643325057557912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5695643325057557912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/sundays-weather-was-horrendous_11.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgdExkdLcgI/AAAAAAAACfA/2bsTOGbDKh0/s72-c/isham+coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4793101622721724971</id><published>2009-05-10T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:37:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise! I AM blogging on a weekend and today’s Mother’s Day even though I’m not gonna celebrate it. Hur hur. And the only reason why I’m blogging on a weekend, is bcos it’s something to keep me occupied cos I just got home not long ago and I gotta wake up around 8am, which is just in awhile, so sleeping now would result in disastrous consequences. It oso doesn’t help that the storm has yet to end and the rain beating against my window, together with the thunder and dark skies is super conducive for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here’s what happened from Friday. Ended up with Yuan being my date for Ashley Isham’s show and damn was it good. I still can’t get the couture showcase out of my mind! Simply gorgeous. Even though I enjoyed Gareth Pugh’s show and there was so much hype going on about him, but Ashley Isham’s showcase really did it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with the show, Ling was oready outside waiting for us so we had time to chill and chat with her while waiting for the next show to start. Marc by Marc Jacobs wasn’t bad but I thought the clothes were far too plain and simple. I didn’t attend Action Hair Salon’s show though cos tubs was oready on his way down to meet me. But I had a blast and thanks Bryan once again for getting us seats plus the Marc Jacobs perfume~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I hadn’t eaten the entire day, tubs and I went Dunman for TJZ after that. Yums! Chatted with the boss for abit before heading home for some rest. I haven’t had a good nite’s sleep in a damn long time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a long time trying to wake up, and then lazing around in bed and once I got out of bed to wash up and get changed, it was oready evening and tubs suddenly decided to have an impromptu BBQ session at his place before his folks come back from their holiday. Haha. The problem was, my folks were having a BBQ downstairs too with the grandparents, aunties and uncles. So we went down, trying not to eat too much, mingled for awhile and then I grabbed a bottle of Baileys from home and off we went. Went to Giant at Tampines and just grabbed whatever we could think of. Once back at tub’s place, the guys helped set up the pit and got the fire going while tubs and I prepared the food. Luckily we were pretty done eating and cooking when it started pouring. So after cleaning up, we slacked indoors until everyone started feeling tired before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I am still awake at this time. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4793101622721724971?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4793101622721724971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4793101622721724971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise-i-am-blogging-on-weekend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-325250773450750780</id><published>2009-05-08T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:26:13.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s been awhile since I last blogged. Haven’t really had the mood to, haven’t really had the time to. And there’s way too many things going on. And when it’s awhile since I last blog, it means I barely remember anything that have happened between my last entry, and the present entry.&lt;br /&gt;So if I really gotta update, it’ll just consist of a smattering of words and some fotos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Retail Therapy - Blindly bought 2 bags, 2 dresses, 1 pair of heels within a very short span of time but luckily I like them all&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break - Went for fab Jap food which was worth every bit of the T&amp;amp;Cs and cranky owner&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break 2 - Tub’s reservist ends~&lt;br /&gt;Rumbly in my Tumbly - Ban Mian, XDL, Kway Chup, Macs brekkie just to name a few&lt;br /&gt;Movies Old &amp;amp; New - The Reader, Wolverine, The International&lt;br /&gt;Pub*ic Holiday - Labor Day&lt;br /&gt;Bummed Out - Missed Beerfest Asia 2009&lt;br /&gt;Pup Petrol - Pasir Ris Pet Farm and saw a darn cute and pong teacup poodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week:&lt;br /&gt;Jes and I planned for some Gelare on Tuesday, only to find Siglap’s Gelare packed. And so we went ECP, thinking that outlet would be less crowded. When we got there, we realized we weren’t wrong at all. The place was empty BUT it wasn’t Gelare anymore. ECP Gelare had been taken over by another café. Boo Hoo. Earlier in the day, an accident happened. It wasn’t me, but I just wanna say that just as long as you’re fine, it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday met my bitches for lunch, shopping, coffee and talk cock session. ‘Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I think it’s ironic how some things turn out. Haha. From me convincing Ling in the middle of the nite to go, to her convincing me the next day to go, and I’m glad we did cos Gareth Pugh was fab at the Audi Fashion Festival. The photos I took didn’t do the show any justice at all so I shall not post them up. The only thing was that the show was way too short. Thanks Bryan once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gareth Pugh, we decided to head over to Coffee Club for some food and drinks and being lazy, I drove from Ngee Ann City to Cineleisure and while tearing parking coupons, I got distracted and tore off the wrong tab. So Ling had the important task of doing a good restoration job. Hahaha. Anyway, I didn’t realise we had been at Coffee Club for so long until Ann came to join us for awhile and had to leave for work. When it was time to leave, we dropped by Pacific Plaza to pick tubs and Chan up and then we dropped Ling home. I’m glad I met my darLing. It was great catching up with her and no, we don’t only go crazy when we’re both tired. Somehow we have the special ability to make each other laugh and not know the reason why at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later is Ashley Isham and Marc Jacobs. I shall let my mood decide for me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvn8Nxm-I/AAAAAAAACeY/IUHJ3YqZ0H4/s1600-h/SDC12074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333369853194640354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvn8Nxm-I/AAAAAAAACeY/IUHJ3YqZ0H4/s400/SDC12074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvmvQssSI/AAAAAAAACeA/maqSCSTiXzQ/s1600-h/SDC12134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333369832537370914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvmvQssSI/AAAAAAAACeA/maqSCSTiXzQ/s400/SDC12134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPwbJgqvFI/AAAAAAAACeo/Ea9sWeyHVXU/s1600-h/SDC12131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333370732936870994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPwbJgqvFI/AAAAAAAACeo/Ea9sWeyHVXU/s400/SDC12131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beer~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvm9hZgiI/AAAAAAAACeI/RssR1nroHjs/s1600-h/SDC12078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333369836365513250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvm9hZgiI/AAAAAAAACeI/RssR1nroHjs/s400/SDC12078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's presenting my very handsome BF..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's tubs with Chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvndWp1XI/AAAAAAAACeQ/gpMZes1v8vg/s1600-h/SDC12129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333369844910380402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvndWp1XI/AAAAAAAACeQ/gpMZes1v8vg/s400/SDC12129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's tubs in all his glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvofBROkI/AAAAAAAACeg/SpAbEKq6-Ws/s1600-h/SDC12120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333369862537427522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvofBROkI/AAAAAAAACeg/SpAbEKq6-Ws/s400/SDC12120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPwbmfKcSI/AAAAAAAACe4/_CcKTi_iqEo/s1600-h/SDC12124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333370740715188514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPwbmfKcSI/AAAAAAAACe4/_CcKTi_iqEo/s400/SDC12124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPwbS-ZITI/AAAAAAAACew/Bren3QfaiHM/s1600-h/SDC12121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333370735477465394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPwbS-ZITI/AAAAAAAACew/Bren3QfaiHM/s400/SDC12121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya la ya la. Those are my glasses... I spent a bomb on them but hardly wear them BUT it does not validate using them as props to look like an Ah Tiong/ Ah Siao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt I'll be blogging over the weekend so i wanna wish my dear Rachel a Happy Mother's Day in advance! *Muack*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-325250773450750780?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/325250773450750780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/325250773450750780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SgPvn8Nxm-I/AAAAAAAACeY/IUHJ3YqZ0H4/s72-c/SDC12074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-938744260704347241</id><published>2009-04-24T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:09:23.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday nite’s Freak Storm was pretty scary, with all the banging and howling going on even though I was in the comfort of my room. When I looked out the window, the trees were swaying like mad and really looked like they were gonna be uprooted. But thank god I wasn’t out on the roads. I wouldn’t want a tree to come falling on Little Red Riding Hood. After the storm was over, I went downstairs for awhile to enjoy the very cold weather until it started raining and got heavier and heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shopping day with my bitches. We went to Tampines One and it felt like forever since I last went shopping so I needed to spend some money pronto! Bought some clothes for tubs and after that when we went to Tampines Mall, I bought a dress and a top for myself. It made me slightly happier. Haha. When we were done shopping, we all came back to my place for dinner downstairs, slacked for abit, then everyone went home cos Jane was oready stoned from lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at nite, I went down for a breather and talked to tubs on the fone, equipped with a full bottle of water and my ciggies and I was just complaining to him how humid it was tonite, compared to the previous nite. And then, with no warning at all, the winds started blowing at full force, and my water bottle which was full got blown to the floor. I wasn’t sure if it was gonna get worse or if it was gonna start raining so I made a dash for home, trying to avoid all the plants that were bending in the wind til it was in my way instead of being beside/ above me. Freaky shit. But today’s is nothing compared to yesterday‘s. At least there wasn’t much howling and banging and by the looks of it from my window, it has more or less clamed down oready. I guess what I was complaining to tubs about was called ‘the calm before the storm’. Haha. I think the east side is quite dangerous now. Haha. It doesn’t help that I’m just beside the sea. And people staying at other parts of Singapore didn’t even feel anything. Damn. I hope it doesn’t happen again man. I can’t take the excitement. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now da chix is telling me about the email that’s circulating about Singapore being hit by a tsunami come 22July, asking people to stay away from beaches during the month of July. Thanks ah. Is it only ECP or every beach? Should I, for the month of July, stay in Tuas? Or town? Haha. But hoax or no hoax, we shall see what happens eh. The next time something happens, I’ll be ready with my videocam. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, every once in awhile, I'll chance upon a song stored in some deep hidden corner in my computer which I have long forgotten about. Here's one. I used to love the Goo Goo Dolls. Their songs just manage to stir up some emotions in me. Maybe it's just 'Iris' from City of Angels that really did it for me. But here's 'Name'. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip1Tz-35WB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip1Tz-35WB4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-938744260704347241?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/938744260704347241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/938744260704347241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-nites-freak-storm-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-1056981340170247083</id><published>2009-04-22T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:14:05.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here’s a very belated update cos before and after the Bali trip has been really busy and I barely had time to even turn on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 April - Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday! Public holidays are oways nice. But instead of going to church, we had to wake up bright and early to head down to Mandai for Qing Ming. It’s been a long time since I last went to visit grandpa. The jam there was BAD. The heat there was even worse. After we were done, it was lunch at the old skool restaurant nearby which grandpa loved. Food was good and the place was air-conditioned but I was still so hot that I didn’t have any appetite at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, it was Punggol Park to meet my bitches and the BFs for Jane’s big 26. Haha. Even though it was just a simple dinner, I hope Janey had a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSshyXtGI/AAAAAAAACZ4/6x9VlC54Fpg/s1600-h/2882_73478745748_716995748_1858450_7066972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326864121698169954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSshyXtGI/AAAAAAAACZ4/6x9VlC54Fpg/s400/2882_73478745748_716995748_1858450_7066972_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chix left after dinner so the rest of us hung around abit more before dropping by a petrol kiosk to buy snacks, drinks and such and slacked at the lobby at my place and before we knew it, it was damn late oready. Or more like early in the morning. Hur hur. I hope she liked the present I gave her. Haha. It’s as useful as a rubber duckie can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 April - Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the heat of not being packed and totally not ready for the trip. Ran around pretty much most part of the day, waking up early in the morning for an appointment only to find out I’ve been played out, going last minute trip shopping for sunblock etc, getting my nails done, going to Bryan’s place to get some info and maps, finding a replacement for my morning appointment, it taking a long time to be done, then it was to An’s place for MJ session til morning. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 April - Sunday to 16 April - Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bali Trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m not gonna blog much about Bali for a couple of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Mandy’s Bali post is as detailed as it can get oready. So go read her blog instead! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Bali fotos are part of a little gift for tubs so I shall not post any photos here before he can get his present.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I’m kinda lazy and have mixed emotions about this trip. I went with people I love, there were many reasons that would make me wanna return, but there were oso hiccups along the way - bad service at a restaurant, con men at a money changer, touting everywhere, scary hotel rooms etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;But here’s just some of the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Our vices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7xVqJ8qJI/AAAAAAAACcQ/5Cd9I6zsK44/s1600-h/SDC12045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327460763621435538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7xVqJ8qJI/AAAAAAAACcQ/5Cd9I6zsK44/s400/SDC12045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70fE8DiWI/AAAAAAAACdY/zisCzWZlU44/s1600-h/P1040238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464223964629346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70fE8DiWI/AAAAAAAACdY/zisCzWZlU44/s400/P1040238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The pool at our hotel rooms' doorsteps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;S'Cape Condotel&lt;/em&gt; @ Sanur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70e3rVYMI/AAAAAAAACdQ/RF-goGH30pM/s1600-h/P1040222.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70eenPMHI/AAAAAAAACdA/ZVMszK0GtrA/s1600-h/P1040148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se79oQqCuaI/AAAAAAAACdg/Pp4dv0AFIN4/s1600-h/SDC11799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327474277333776802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se79oQqCuaI/AAAAAAAACdg/Pp4dv0AFIN4/s400/SDC11799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Seasons Legian&lt;/em&gt; @ Legian, taken at 6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70euth8eI/AAAAAAAACdI/I-fI_E-wbTo/s1600-h/SDC11910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464217998127586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70euth8eI/AAAAAAAACdI/I-fI_E-wbTo/s400/SDC11910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanur Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se9dYp2I7tI/AAAAAAAACd4/dxzEWV0z9NQ/s1600-h/SDC11815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327579562333761234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se9dYp2I7tI/AAAAAAAACd4/dxzEWV0z9NQ/s400/SDC11815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nusa Dua Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70eN8WQ1I/AAAAAAAACc4/gQXd2M5yU7s/s1600-h/SDC11808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464209201906514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se70eN8WQ1I/AAAAAAAACc4/gQXd2M5yU7s/s400/SDC11808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuta Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7xWu2qn6I/AAAAAAAACcw/VsLukU_HiRw/s1600-h/SDC11881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327460782062608290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7xWu2qn6I/AAAAAAAACcw/VsLukU_HiRw/s400/SDC11881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Legian Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7xV8PkhyI/AAAAAAAACcY/SKe4qrezQWU/s1600-h/SDC11976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327460768476858146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7xV8PkhyI/AAAAAAAACcY/SKe4qrezQWU/s400/SDC11976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok that's about it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while we were there, there were 2 birthdays-&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Corina’s birthday on the 12th~&lt;br /&gt;My bitch Jane’s birthday on the 13th~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 April - Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, together with Chan and Jes, tubs decided to go across the causeway for some bloody shiok zhi char for dinner. After years of going to that particular place to eat, it’s still as good. It was damn shiok man. Piping hot and cooked to perfection. After that was tub’s regular car wash before heading back to Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSvXfh-iI/AAAAAAAACaY/tN2XnBfIzZE/s1600-h/SDC12029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326864170474404386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSvXfh-iI/AAAAAAAACaY/tN2XnBfIzZE/s400/SDC12029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jam to and fro took so long that by the time we got back, it was about 4am oready. -faint-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 April - Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings you can never get enuff of. Even though tubs and I had TJZ just before we left for Bali, and Bali was only for a couple of days, but it felt like forever since we last had it so once again, we went and satisfied our craving. This was the pretty sky that greeted us once we parked the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezT5wg-b7I/AAAAAAAACao/9MBcmMpslcg/s1600-h/SDC12049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865448501669810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezT5wg-b7I/AAAAAAAACao/9MBcmMpslcg/s400/SDC12049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we dropped by tub’s grand folks’ house to visit them and his uncle and aunty were there as well so after chatting for awhile and promising that we‘ll drop by their house after we were done, we headed to Mandy’s godfather’s wake. I hope my babe and everyone in the family is feeling better. A death is never easy but time definitely helps ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wake, as promised, we headed to tub’s aunty’s house which was really near Mandy’s place and it was drinking, smoking and chatting the night away. It’s really a wonder where these older folks get all their energy from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 April - Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with tubs and my girls to Bessie’s daughter’s 1 month celebration. Baby Shania was so cute and very well-behaved even with all the fuss going on around her. It was like a mini mummy’s club at Bessie’s house man. So many babies around. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezT5sFLq4I/AAAAAAAACag/6YDas9QR2Qc/s1600-h/SDC12054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326865447311354754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezT5sFLq4I/AAAAAAAACag/6YDas9QR2Qc/s400/SDC12054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1 full month celebration wasn’t enuff, someone closer to home was celebrating her full month too at granny‘s house when we went over for dinner! Baby Ellie was a bundle of joy as well and somehow her older brother seemed to be better behaved, now that there’s some serious competition for attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSvM31n-I/AAAAAAAACaQ/BHXCauxvpYk/s1600-h/SDC12058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326864167623565282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSvM31n-I/AAAAAAAACaQ/BHXCauxvpYk/s400/SDC12058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSu-tPwQI/AAAAAAAACaI/NOR8v4JLXJ0/s1600-h/SDC12057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326864163821043970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSu-tPwQI/AAAAAAAACaI/NOR8v4JLXJ0/s400/SDC12057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite after we got home, tubs and I watched ‘Taken’ on DVD. I thought it was quite a good show. Fast-moving throughout which was a good thing if not I would have fallen asleep considering how tired I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 April - Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs left early in the morning for his reservist. It seemed like forever since I last saw him in army uniform. Anyway, the family brought Laura to RTC for dinner at the Dining Room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7hVKKunQI/AAAAAAAACbo/F4P8reP0OE0/s1600-h/IMG_1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327443162848730370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7hVKKunQI/AAAAAAAACbo/F4P8reP0OE0/s400/IMG_1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7hVXI2rbI/AAAAAAAACbw/D-tEbDuhuJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327443166330531250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7hVXI2rbI/AAAAAAAACbw/D-tEbDuhuJQ/s400/IMG_1770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7ig_8PZ9I/AAAAAAAACb4/9Y-TQBSmiPE/s1600-h/IMG_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327444465773668306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7ig_8PZ9I/AAAAAAAACb4/9Y-TQBSmiPE/s400/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7ihVQyteI/AAAAAAAACcI/pS5pojMvZ8g/s1600-h/IMG_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327444471497012706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7ihVQyteI/AAAAAAAACcI/pS5pojMvZ8g/s400/IMG_1773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7ihEH5PNI/AAAAAAAACcA/eQ0cpSFGWwY/s1600-h/IMG_1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327444466896288978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7ihEH5PNI/AAAAAAAACcA/eQ0cpSFGWwY/s400/IMG_1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do feel quite bad that even though she’s been staying at our place for quite awhile, I haven’t been around much to entertain her simply because our waking/ sleeping hours are pretty different, plus I have been in Bali for the past week. She’s leaving in about 2 days’ time so we’ve got another dinner planned with her the next day. She’s really a nice woman but she’s just a little particular about some things and sometimes I really can’t figure if she’s speaking English or German. Yeah, at times it’s kinda hard to understand her, therefore the minimum conversation. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 April - Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Ricciotti~ (Minus the asshole this time round *cheers*) Laura loves Italian food and I love the pizza and dessert at Ricciotti so I guess it wasn’t a hard decision. Dad went by Mandy dear’s office so I could pass her my Bali pictures and then it was dinner time! Tuesdays are 1-for-1 Pizza days at Ricciotti. Yum yum~ I was near puking at the end of dinner. Other than sharing 2 pizzas, we had set meals which consisted of appetizer, main, dessert and coffee/tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7eK3_LTVI/AAAAAAAACaw/W9AlX88fejs/s1600-h/IMG_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439687634865490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7eK3_LTVI/AAAAAAAACaw/W9AlX88fejs/s400/IMG_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7eLEsf37I/AAAAAAAACa4/5uVokMAzcZ4/s1600-h/IMG_1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439691046182834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7eLEsf37I/AAAAAAAACa4/5uVokMAzcZ4/s400/IMG_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7e55KPe7I/AAAAAAAACbA/NkPFvEGpFKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327440495403563954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7e55KPe7I/AAAAAAAACbA/NkPFvEGpFKQ/s400/IMG_1818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7e6UU9xII/AAAAAAAACbI/Gu7K5Qzz0nE/s1600-h/IMG_1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327440502696297602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7e6UU9xII/AAAAAAAACbI/Gu7K5Qzz0nE/s400/IMG_1826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7hU_DTspI/AAAAAAAACbg/ez7E3dS8gXw/s1600-h/IMG_1832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327443159864816274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7hU_DTspI/AAAAAAAACbg/ez7E3dS8gXw/s400/IMG_1832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7fu_E93lI/AAAAAAAACbY/Gk6RZbeGxwU/s1600-h/IMG_1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327441407525117522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se7fu_E93lI/AAAAAAAACbY/Gk6RZbeGxwU/s400/IMG_1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tubs could book out so he came to pick me up. That night, he was so tired but still wanted to talk so I recorded a 17min sound clip of him talking rubbish which was damn funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 April - Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family had one last dinner with Laura at Connie's and the mother just had to piss me off. I think it’s been too long since she last spoke to me cos she was busy gallivanting in the day, entertaining Laura when she’s here, and me being away during my Bali trip. Just a simple dinner, just a couple of minutes, she just had to find trouble with me. I was oready pissed with her last nite so today I was having a hard time keeping it in but because Laura was there, I held back just a abit more, but I’m sure she got my hint. She’s a really stubborn woman. And a trouble maker. And a real hypocrite. And thinks too highly of herself. And oways feels she’s right. And she’s as insensitive as a person can be. And when such a person is stuck in stone age times, there’s only so much I can do before I throttle her to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing that the pretty sunset outside my window made me feel abit better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se8gA7cb7GI/AAAAAAAACdw/d6fbSQyxoEI/s1600-h/SDC12071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512084531637346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Se8gA7cb7GI/AAAAAAAACdw/d6fbSQyxoEI/s400/SDC12071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-1056981340170247083?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/1056981340170247083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/1056981340170247083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-very-belated-update-cos-before.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SezSshyXtGI/AAAAAAAACZ4/6x9VlC54Fpg/s72-c/2882_73478745748_716995748_1858450_7066972_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-5902922502730687883</id><published>2009-04-07T03:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T04:19:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum’s bday and the birthday girl got to choose her preferred dinner location. After reading a review in the papers, she decided to go to The Black Sheep Café at Mayo Street. For starters, I didn’t like the location. Go find out for yourself where it’s at. It was as dodgy as a street can get. But anyway, I was hoping for abit more once we stepped into the restaurant but even ambience wise, it wasn’t much. It’s a very small place, probably sits less than 25 people. Décor was sparse and I think they wanted the place to have the antique feel but it just looked anyhow done up at a low budget. But it’s all about the food eventually eh? For starters, we ordered foie gras and brie cheese. Both were good and I was so glad to see some decent sized foie gras cos I love that shit to death. The menu was very limited though. There were just 3 main dishes to choose from - fish, duck and lamb. And 1 daily special - beef. So the 6 of us ordered 2 fish, 2 duck, 1 lamb and 1 beef. Other than the beef, I tried everything else. I think only the duck was quite good. The fish changes daily and I was told for that day, it was NZ fish in batter. I expected it to be deep fried but it came out I don’t even know what. It looked a cross between being steamed and grilled. And it was tiny. It was about the length of your palm, and the width of your fourth finger and your pinkie together. Pathetic and the fishy was so damn fishy it nearly made me gag. The lamb shank was quite a good size and I’m not someone who’s really affected by the lamb smell but this was bad. Moving on to dessert, we had soufflé with ice cream, banana crepes and flourless chocolate cake. My fave? The ice cream that came with all the dessert. The soufflé really wasn’t very good, the banana crepe was far too soggy and the flourless chocolate cake was not bad, but it seemed to be trying to be molton lava cake and it’s not a good sign when once I tried abit of the cake, it made me crave for Ricciotti’s Sofiato. Haha. Lastly, service wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t good either. To order 1 drink 3 times cos they either got it wrong or they forgot to write it down or whatever and still get it wrong, when it came was pretty hard to understand, especially when they write down everything and the whole place had no other customers. So it was really hard for me to understand why. So after all this complaining, I’m definitely not returning there a second time and let me complain here lah. Can’t possibly complain to the mother cos it was her bday and she was the one who chose the place. Haha. Anyway, went home to sing her a bday song, took some fotos and had cake (cookies and cream cheesecake from Bakerzin. I hate to complain so much but I really didn’t like the cake either. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;* Photos with the boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later that night while I was at my place’s lobby, I saw a man get out of a cab and as he walked, he waved at the cab or whoever was in the cab and just that few seconds of not looking where he was walking, he tripped and fell into the pool/ water feature/ whatever you call that. He caused such a big splash it gave me a shock and he didn’t just step into it. He was dripping from head to toe after he stood up. I’m not sure if he saw me but I sure hope he didn’t cos the poor chap must be embarrassed as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night was supper at XDL with my bitches. I love sitting outside for supper cos not only can I light up as and when between food, it’s more cooling outside than inside! And we sat there til everybody else left and the shop was just waiting for us to leave before they close up. And that was probably close to 2am. And as we were talking, we started talking about secondary school because somebody decided to put our sec 4 class photo on FB. FaB. Sec 4 was 10 years ago. And somebody suggested we get the entire class together once again and get everyone to stand in the same position as the picture and take another photo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel’s birthday! She insists she’s turning 21, ignoring the additions sooooooo HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVE CUZZIE OF ALL TIME!!! I love this girl to death and I’m looking forward to her birthday bash this weekend! Love, Hugs &amp;amp; Smoochies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, drove down to Wisma cos Bryan invited us for FCUK’s event and not only was there free booze, discounts off merchandise, cute guys, a fashion show and goodie bag, I got to meet up with all my lovelies, Gong Wen included! Of course Mandy dear couldn’t join us cos that girl is in Greenland! But I’m sure once she gets back, either before or after our Bali trip, we’ll plan another meet-up with full attendance please!&lt;br /&gt;* Whoever has the other picture we took outside Wisma, please send it to me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SdphwIfR-FI/AAAAAAAACZw/GIM-Ok7gC8M/s1600-h/CIMG2287%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673389231962194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SdphwIfR-FI/AAAAAAAACZw/GIM-Ok7gC8M/s400/CIMG2287%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home at about 5am and turned on my com, I found out that Mandy had lost her luggage. It’s a terrible thing to happen, especially when you’re in sucha freaking cold country. I hope my dear girl is not too affected by that and I’m crossing my fingers that she won’t have a problem getting or replacing the necessary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Fast and Furious 4 at night and I liked it! Cars not as impressive and flashy as the previous ones, but story was pretty good. Worth watching! But Gran Torino still ranks high in the skies. Had some Macs with tubs before the movie and I love the new Chicken Munchees. The 6 piece set consists of 2 nuggets, 2 McWings and 2 spicy chicken fillet. Yummers. I love it all and because it’s only 2 pieces each, it doesn’t get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm, tubs and I set off for his birthday dinner surprise from me. I had requested for good seats and that’s what they gave us. Everything was great except for the mosquitoes and the lack of a sunset cos it was too hazy that day. I brought tubs to Barnacles at Rasa Sentosa and we had a great view of the South China Sea. In fact, we were sitting in front of it with nothing in the way to block us. Thank god I booked it early cos the sun went down really quickly. We had seafood and more seafood and I enjoyed the French Onion Soup and the lobster the most! And the people there were nice enuff to bring out a complimentary Tiramisu cake for the birthday boy and before we left, a group of people came round playing some music and it was nice just sitting there watching them while drinking beer. I hope my baby boy loved it and I’m not going to post a lot of the pictures we took there over here cos he has a special request for his bday present which I shall not reveal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. maybe just a teaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sdphvj2kQ2I/AAAAAAAACZg/EWia73ip6rA/s1600-h/SDC11710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673379397518178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sdphvj2kQ2I/AAAAAAAACZg/EWia73ip6rA/s400/SDC11710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SdphwASR5jI/AAAAAAAACZo/dBqtK1_ZFZI/s1600-h/SDC11729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673387029947954" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SdphwASR5jI/AAAAAAAACZo/dBqtK1_ZFZI/s400/SDC11729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Mel’s party after we were done at Sentosa. I loved her room. Even though the Jacuzzi turned out unexpectedly small, but the whole place was nice. I love big toilets. It even had a couch in the toilet. Even though the room I had for my birthday was pretty big and had a big Jacuzzi etc, Mel’s was really luxurious and cosy at the same time. We didn’t stay for too long though and I forgot to take a picture with her lah. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs didn’t want a celebration so after we left Mel’s, we went to pick Chan up and we went to JB for Kway Chup, ILT, ciggies, petrol and car wash. By the time we came back, it was oready close to 3am and so we met Alex at the block to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darl’s birthday! Happy birthday baby boy! I love you to bits and hope you had a great time on your birthday. Come to think of it and what you requested for your birthday present, it’s more like celebrating your birthMONTH cos your present/ presents are split up throughout the whole month lor. How sneaky of you eh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we tapaoed some food in the afternoon and then we went to his grand folk’s place to visit them cos his granny had a fall earlier in the week. We stayed there til it was time for dinner with his family. Dinner was at Honjin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sdphu4RaBrI/AAAAAAAACZY/zbHcHBxxbJI/s1600-h/SDC11758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673367698933426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sdphu4RaBrI/AAAAAAAACZY/zbHcHBxxbJI/s400/SDC11758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone used to love the buffet there but this time it was terrible. Everyone barely ate and it was an absolute disappointment. It’s crazy how much the standards have dropped. You know it’s bad when someone can say the best part of the dinner is the fresh fruits. Haha. Went PS to walk around for abit and then it was back to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it for the past week folks. I think the upcoming week is gonna be quite busy as well, with Jane’s pre-bday celebration, Good Friday, Qing Ming, Mandy dear coming back, Bali trip etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great meeting Jes for dinner, walk walk and slacking session at Tampines just now man. It seems like forever since I last met her. Hahaha. And now being sleepless once again, thank god for Ling who’s online too. Haven’t had a proper conversation with her in a damn long time man. &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/9504201-5902922502730687883?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5902922502730687883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/5902922502730687883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-mums-bday-and-birthday-girl-got.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SdphwIfR-FI/AAAAAAAACZw/GIM-Ok7gC8M/s72-c/CIMG2287%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7569556768917529476</id><published>2009-03-31T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:19:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend is over once again. I hate how weekends pass so quickly, but then again, that’s how things are I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a fabulous show on Friday night with tubs - Gran Torino. It’s so good, I’m wondering if there will be another show this year that can beat it. I’m not even gonna bother talking about what the show is about, cos you’ll only understand how good the show is after you’ve watched it yourself. Anyway, Confessions of a Shopaholic was crap. No hot actors/actresses, no nice clothes, shoes, bags, no decent storyline. I’ve read the book a long time ago and the book really was better. I know I oways preferred books to the movie but this show really was crap, book or no book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty much spent lazing around at home the entire day before we decided to go ThaiPan for dinner. It’s been quite awhile since we last ate there but I think the standard has kinda dropped. We were so stuffed after that that we decided to be healthy. Haha. Because my place has an underpass that links to ECP, we went for a walk. As we walked, talked and smoked, we were at Macs before we knew it. But it was getting boring walking by the beach, getting sticky and seeing all the tribes everywhere, washing and hanging their clothes there, and even hanging their babies mid-air in sarongs to sleep. So we took the nearest underpass back to civilization and wanted to take a bus home but judging by what the bus schedule was showing, all the last buses were long gone oready. So we walked abit, and at least 2 buses we could have taken went past. It was a really WTF moment. So we thought since buses we still coming long after the time they were supposed to, maybe we should just take a chance. When we reached the next busstop, we sat at the busstop and talked and talked and talked and after an hour or so, we were quite certain there weren’t anymore buses so we cabbed home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for healthy living. By the time we got home was probably ard 3am.. And then we drove to Cold Storage and bought some ham, crab sticks and juice, and sat outside eating crab stick rolled in ham. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was lunch at Jln Tua Kong til we nearly puked. And not long after that was dinner at granny’s. Haha. Insane. I seem to have stuff to buy at Parkway but when we went there after dinner, I completely forgot what I had to get. Anyway, after we left granny’s, we went to Mel’s place to catch up. It seems like such a long time since we just sat down and bitched about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all for my weekend. Nothing much, but it wasn’t bad either. Oh. Tubs and I spent the weekend taking turns playing puzzle bubble on psp when we were lazing in bed and by Sunday night (or rather Monday morning), we had got a high score and before I knew it, it was over. Haha. Just because he was stubborn and over confident. What a rude shock I got lor. I was just watching TV for abit while he was playing and then game over. Hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7569556768917529476?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7569556768917529476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7569556768917529476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-is-over-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7755553805366008243</id><published>2009-03-25T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:15:02.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in desperate need of food, ciggies and some company last nite. I was ready to kill myself at home. I was in a foul mood cos there’s something I’m not happy about, but I don’t wanna say anything (yet) cos that something isn’t exactly wrong, it’s just something I find a real eye sore. Anyway, some things happen when you least expect them to. Somebody decided to try irritating me as usual. When I’m in a good mood, I oways manage to turn the tables but when I’m feeling like how I was, someone usually succeeds in making me not want to talk to them anymore. Today must have been a miracle. Cos someone actually felt my frustrations and decided to be nice and buy some food over for me and slack for abit. Haha. It was a win-win situation I guess. I got my food, ciggies and company, and people had their share of fun trying to piss me off (to no avail. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m getting slightly lazy to blog oready but I’m reluctant to let my blog die. So here’s a chop chop weekend update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - I actually enjoyed Street Fighter. At least there’s some eye candy like Kristen Kreuk and our very own Edmund Chen. Haha. Tubs didn’t like it though. He has weird taste… to enjoy Dragonball and fall asleep during Street Fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - JB for Kway Chup, carwash and ILT. I love. It’s been awhile since we last had Kway Chup and it was bloody heavenly, especially in the cold weather. And Dunhill has come up with pretty packaging once again. This time, 2 packs in a tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJfXXbuAI/AAAAAAAACYw/OyoNpWK7YZk/s1600-h/SDC11681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317002375773009922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJfXXbuAI/AAAAAAAACYw/OyoNpWK7YZk/s400/SDC11681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJfqKg6AI/AAAAAAAACY4/XhvnIYV2kK4/s1600-h/SDC11682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317002380819097602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJfqKg6AI/AAAAAAAACY4/XhvnIYV2kK4/s400/SDC11682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Skipped dinner at granny’s cos it was tub’s granny’s birthday celebration at her place. Had to go all the way to Yishun from my place to collect satay first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJgRPJQKI/AAAAAAAACZA/NsXG3LprpRk/s1600-h/SDC11676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317002391307501730" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJgRPJQKI/AAAAAAAACZA/NsXG3LprpRk/s400/SDC11676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole place was so packed, and so hot, and so noisy, I nearly passed out. But it's oways great fun hanging out with the uncles and aunties. Here’s a pic of us with the birthday girl and with tub's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJgQKb_sI/AAAAAAAACZI/Yzm0d_rGYSk/s1600-h/2591_1104121489913_1433013738_1837512_5301776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317002391019323074" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJgQKb_sI/AAAAAAAACZI/Yzm0d_rGYSk/s400/2591_1104121489913_1433013738_1837512_5301776_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJglDJJFI/AAAAAAAACZQ/Su-Ircr4waY/s1600-h/2591_1104122809946_1433013738_1837541_3521462_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317002396625871954" style="WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJglDJJFI/AAAAAAAACZQ/Su-Ircr4waY/s400/2591_1104122809946_1433013738_1837541_3521462_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about it. I can’t wait for XDL with my girls tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-7755553805366008243?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7755553805366008243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7755553805366008243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-in-desperate-need-of-food-ciggies.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScnJfXXbuAI/AAAAAAAACYw/OyoNpWK7YZk/s72-c/SDC11681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-6936398540944631559</id><published>2009-03-20T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:12:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like French opera wasn’t my cup of tea at all. Neither did the other 3 people I watched it with so we left after the first interval. Lolx. I wouldn’t mind having tickets to watch Cats though. That I would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Tuesday afternoon, went lunching with mummy, grand folks, aunty Soo Fen and Elaine at Seafood International at ECP. We went there cos there was some buffet promo. I guess it’s quite cheap but I didn’t enjoy the food much. Maybe cos I wasn’t feeling too well, but it was not happening for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, met my girls Jes and Rachel for dinner at AMK Hub. We ate at Soup Restaurant and we decided that next time, we’ll just order a set meal for 2 instead of the set meal for 3 cos we barely finished half of everything. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, met my bitches for fish steamboat which was damn yummy lah. Went for dessert after that and then we went to tub’s place to pick him and slack with Alex for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScNBqKD54kI/AAAAAAAACYo/evwm2Spypr0/s1600-h/SDC11666c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315164177738359362" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScNBqKD54kI/AAAAAAAACYo/evwm2Spypr0/s400/SDC11666c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScNBpTERP8I/AAAAAAAACYg/UQQcCUAG_S8/s1600-h/DSC02229c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315164162975940546" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScNBpTERP8I/AAAAAAAACYg/UQQcCUAG_S8/s400/DSC02229c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, tubs and I went to Cornerstone cos Gevin invited but it really wasn’t my cup of tea. I still like my church. Guess I’m a creature of habit (even though I haven’t been to church in ages. Haha). While at Cornerstone, I got a call and it was Danny Boy! He’s back! Not for long, but still back. Left before it ended and met Dan at Punggol Park and watch the beer monster at work. It’s great to see him again man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Friday today! Plans not fixed yet other than watching Street Fighter tonite. I’m crossing my fingers it won’t disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great weekend!&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/9504201-6936398540944631559?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6936398540944631559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/6936398540944631559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/03/looks-like-french-opera-wasnt-my-cup-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/ScNBqKD54kI/AAAAAAAACYo/evwm2Spypr0/s72-c/SDC11666c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-4261520093990795052</id><published>2009-03-16T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:46:02.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There hasn’t been anything interesting to blog about and as much as I am very free, I was pretty damn lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was dinner with the folks at T3 for some teppanyaki. When I met tubs after that, he suggested JB for supper and I nearly fainted so we called Yoshimaro (no that’s not his name.. private joke) and the 3 of us went in and the guys had their fill of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Dragonball Evolution on Saturday and I really didn’t like it even though tubs quite enjoyed it. I don’t even know where to start but I’ll stick to the manga anytime. I used to pour over the manga when I was young and loved every bit of it and then now it comes out as a crappy movie. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday’s dinner was a break from the usual at granny’s cos we went out to celebrate Uncle Roland’s birthday at Yan Palace. I think that over the years, the standard has been deteriorating but it’s still fun to have your own room with TV and KTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’m off to catch Offenbach’s Les Contes d’Hoffmann (The Tales of Hoffmann) with tubs and his parents at the Esplanade. My folks went to watch it on Saturday and they said it was really good so I’m looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sb091xKft3I/AAAAAAAACYY/d29fnbpZb5M/s1600-h/offenbach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313471129306773362" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sb091xKft3I/AAAAAAAACYY/d29fnbpZb5M/s400/offenbach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie that’s about it. This video has been cracking me up the entire week. Either you’ll find it funny or/and disturbing. Haha. Watch out for it’s rude bits trying to get a grip on something. Lol. Enjoy! Turn up the volume but try not to imagine your man on top of you making those noises. It’s enough to kill your sex drive. Hahahhahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z1MygrkDSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z1MygrkDSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-4261520093990795052?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4261520093990795052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/4261520093990795052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-hasnt-been-anything-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sb091xKft3I/AAAAAAAACYY/d29fnbpZb5M/s72-c/offenbach.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7875848904024384611</id><published>2009-03-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:37:56.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday evening while driving with my darling Jes, we spotted a rainbow and we ended up making a little detour and we drove all the way up a multi-storey carpark so that we could take a picture of it with minimal obstruction. Haha. I’m not very good with cameras and therefore it turned out really faint in the photos but boy was it pretty. There was a nice sunset as well but it was so damn bright and glaring it was near impossible to drive. It didn’t help that the roads were wet so with the sun’s reflection, all you could see was a bright light and little else. Everyone had such difficultly driving that traffic was crawling and it was so damn blinding you wouldn’t know if you were driving on the wrong side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sawdjk10erI/AAAAAAAACYI/mcOCqEEGW9I/s1600-h/SDC11648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308650557785012914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sawdjk10erI/AAAAAAAACYI/mcOCqEEGW9I/s400/SDC11648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SawdjCYjnmI/AAAAAAAACYA/b8mqQwfhZX0/s1600-h/SDC11646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308650548535467618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SawdjCYjnmI/AAAAAAAACYA/b8mqQwfhZX0/s400/SDC11646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sawdi5JFtTI/AAAAAAAACX4/CZhk_4T2h3Y/s1600-h/SDC11641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308650546054673714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sawdi5JFtTI/AAAAAAAACX4/CZhk_4T2h3Y/s400/SDC11641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my little red riding hood for servicing first thing on Tuesday morning. Yup. Morning. Cos I didn’t sleep the entire nite. I figured since it’ll take a whole day, I could sleep the afternoon away. After dropping the car off, I bus-ed home. It’s actually quite therapeutic to bus alone when the bus is near empty. Haha. It has been that long since I last took a bus. Anyway, plans to get some shut eye was quite unsuccessful cos every hour or so, I would get at least 1 call so by late afternoon, I finally gave up. The servicing took faster than expected and there were quite a couple of things to be changed so the bill was pretty damn hefty. *sigh* Anyway, cabbed to collect the car and then I went to pick Mandy dear up from AMK and we went to Punggol Park for dinner and it’s oways nice to talk to my dear cos we can talk about absolutely everything. Thanks for the chocolates babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my darling Rachel is preggers! Omg I was so fucking excited but because I wasn’t home when I got the news, I couldn’t do a song and dance at that moment. Haha. I can’t wait to see the little kiddo in another 8 months or so and I’m so gonna spoil this kid rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to turn straight on Wednesday. My hair that is. I’m sick of getting it trimmed constantly, and I’m not too fond of shaggy hair anymore, simply cos it’s no longer shaggy, it’s messy. So I went to get it fixed. Now it’s too flat. Hahaha. At nite, tubs decided to attack the abalone in my house so that’s what we had for supper - Abalone porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Thursday today oready. How time flies! Bali is a great big headache but I hope everything turns out fine. It’s time to meet my Jes for dinner now. Tata~ &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/9504201-7875848904024384611?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7875848904024384611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7875848904024384611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-evening-while-driving-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/Sawdjk10erI/AAAAAAAACYI/mcOCqEEGW9I/s72-c/SDC11648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-9040734735977078264</id><published>2009-03-02T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:49:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had initially penned a draft.. Which was meant to be short.. But it was near impossible.. It just got longer and longer.. And more and more ugly. I meant every word of it, and more. But I think I’ve finally sorted my thoughts out this time. I will not sweat the small stuff anymore. Just awhile back, it seemed like a big thing.. But now I know it’s small, simply because if people can’t be bothered, then I shall be the same. So I’m gonna spare everyone the fakery and hypocrisy. It got too tiring, and through much advice from well meaning friends, I realise there’s no point putting myself through it all anymore. How little I mean to you, will be how little you mean to me. I’ve done my part in taking the first step, but that’s that. It’s like a tumor. And I know what will cure me - be around people who truly love me. I guess these people are easier for me to love in return, and I know these people will make me a much happier person. And once I had my thoughts sorted out, I saw the sign. A beautiful rainbow on Wednesday, and a picturesque sunset on Thursday. Picture courtesy of Jes. The picture of the rainbow didn't do it any justice at all and we missed the egg yolk of a sunset by a second as we were on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabIVfB6OsI/AAAAAAAACXo/lVlDy4G-9vQ/s1600-h/P250209_19.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307149482335025858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabIVfB6OsI/AAAAAAAACXo/lVlDy4G-9vQ/s400/P250209_19.14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a nice quiet nite at Xin Wang, followed by watching Milk. After Brokeback Mountain and Milk, I think I’m much more comfortable watching men suck faces with each other now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Jes’s pre-birthday celebration at Ricciotti. Mandy has raved about this place for the longest time but I never got down to going there. Until now. And it did not disappoint. Nice place, glorious food, finger-licking desserts, great service, and wonderful company. I brought truffles for my girls but I think it may have spoilt or melted after being out of the cold for so many hours. Haha. And the 3 of us are such geniuses that we forgot to take a picture together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFcrPKCtI/AAAAAAAACW0/oNUDA4RYMF8/s1600-h/SDC11628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146307336014546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFcrPKCtI/AAAAAAAACW0/oNUDA4RYMF8/s400/SDC11628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146320702159154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFddB5OTI/AAAAAAAACW8/mJUJOXhkp6I/s400/SDC11629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFd2elHKI/AAAAAAAACXM/rsBsbt839D0/s1600-h/SDC11631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146327533362338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFd2elHKI/AAAAAAAACXM/rsBsbt839D0/s400/SDC11631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFdq8frOI/AAAAAAAACXE/osuRNnvjUqc/s1600-h/SDC11630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146324437609698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFdq8frOI/AAAAAAAACXE/osuRNnvjUqc/s400/SDC11630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabHukFOx0I/AAAAAAAACXU/X18pFjnHlIg/s1600-h/SDC11632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307148813676234562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabHukFOx0I/AAAAAAAACXU/X18pFjnHlIg/s400/SDC11632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bird-day girl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabHvB8820I/AAAAAAAACXc/Vnj-frFHmmc/s1600-h/SDC11635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307148821694569282" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabHvB8820I/AAAAAAAACXc/Vnj-frFHmmc/s400/SDC11635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFcLhDApI/AAAAAAAACWs/vyPB73ie5Bw/s1600-h/SDC11637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307146298821116562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabFcLhDApI/AAAAAAAACWs/vyPB73ie5Bw/s400/SDC11637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, while chatting with Mandy dear on MSN, the topic veered to food. We had planned early last week to go XDL this week.. But it came to a point we were so caught up in the topic that we were so damn gian for it. So we called the guys, got the thumbs up, and it was set that we’ll have XDL earlier than expected. Haha. So once it was XDL supper time, we got ourselves outdoor smoking seats and we whacked the food. The guys ate so much meat it was insane. I’m glad tubs and James get along famously. It’s nice when one of your closest friend’s BF and your own have so much in common and enjoy each other’s company (even though they can get kinda annoying to a certain extent cos after awhile, they forget where their allegiance lie and they end up ganging up against their own GFs. Grow up! Haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me digress abit. I found somewhere I can’t wait to bring my lovelies to. But it’s a little pricy but I think just the place, the view, the privacy and the ambience is worth every cent of it. And they are known for their food as well. So it can’t go wrong can it? Hur hur. So dears, let me know when everyone wants to meet up again yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went for NATAS to look see since tubs got us free passes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SarcDfflwgI/AAAAAAAACXw/uBgfiXSgF2U/s1600-h/SDC11639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308297063361266178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SarcDfflwgI/AAAAAAAACXw/uBgfiXSgF2U/s400/SDC11639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Mandy dear for awhile since she was working there and there seemed to be pretty good deals around but nothing could beat another offer I got from my babe. *winks* I’m crossing my fingers very tightly! After NATAS, tubs and I headed to Mellben for crab bee hoon. I love the crab bee hoon there to death! Yummers~ Following that, we headed down for Jes’s birthday celebration Part 2 at Boozee. Tubs was driver so I could drink Martell til my heart’s content. It’s silly to celebrate a birthday at a pub cos the birthday girl never walks out straight. Haha. But I hope my dear girl had fun. Love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, tubs and I went to Lawrence’s daughter’s 1 month old celebration. Some babies at 1 month are really not very cute cos their features aren’t very defined yet and they still look kinda ‘raw’ and are oways sleeping but this girl is so cute lah. She smiles at the slightest things and is so pretty at such a young age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a brand new week once again. I can't wait to meet my Jes darling later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-9040734735977078264?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/9040734735977078264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/9040734735977078264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-initially-penned-draft.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SabIVfB6OsI/AAAAAAAACXo/lVlDy4G-9vQ/s72-c/P250209_19.14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-102373521290477343</id><published>2009-02-24T05:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:35:34.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was a pretty good weekend, until now. *sigh* I’m so damn sian that my little red riding hood has failed me once again. But let me get to that in awhile and here’s recapping my weekend first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; was dinner at Paramount to celebrate Grandma’s 80th birthday. It was ala carte buffet and Mel decided to keep track of how much we ate and just for our table (the older folks were seated at another table), it was 30+ ala carte dishes and 30+ servings of dessert. 30+ = close to 40. Haha. It didn’t help that each dish was huge. To get a breakdown for a clearer picture, a typical Chinese dinner is 10 course, eaten by 10 people. If we had 40 dishes (excluding dessert), it means we ate 4x a typical dinner. Insane, but nothing surprising for us. Haha. Good food knows no limit I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXgVPNNI/AAAAAAAACWk/tWyfxLWketc/s1600-h/80th-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306122573183923410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXgVPNNI/AAAAAAAACWk/tWyfxLWketc/s400/80th-44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiWh7mPDI/AAAAAAAACWE/4UENB3oxEVk/s1600-h/80th-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306122556433382450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiWh7mPDI/AAAAAAAACWE/4UENB3oxEVk/s400/80th-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXanUSwI/AAAAAAAACWc/Qu6vT0llhL4/s1600-h/80th-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306122571649141506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXanUSwI/AAAAAAAACWc/Qu6vT0llhL4/s400/80th-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiW-TT3kI/AAAAAAAACWM/kGwXzZudhWc/s1600-h/80th-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306122564049034818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiW-TT3kI/AAAAAAAACWM/kGwXzZudhWc/s400/80th-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXDbg7qI/AAAAAAAACWU/TGi9-BAx8wU/s1600-h/80th-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306122565425622690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXDbg7qI/AAAAAAAACWU/TGi9-BAx8wU/s400/80th-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, tubs sent Jeff &amp;amp; Cindy home and then we headed to Seletar East Camp to look for Mandy. I never knew there was such a happening drinking hole hidden in such an ulu place lah. Didn’t stay too long though and then the 3 of us headed to Yishun dam to slack and wait for James to come join us. Stayed til pretty late before heading home and Mandy had to work in just afew more hours. Haha. Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; was a super lazy day, especially for tubs. Basically it was lots of eating and sleeping and eating some more and sleeping even more. Watched He’s Just Not That Into You at Cathay around midnite and I thought the show was just ok. Met Jes below her block to slack after that but not before tubs and I spent a hell lot of time driving from place to place, looking for a Macs drive-thru to buy brekkie, cos the 2 nearest drive-thrus are ECP and Kallang and both roads were closed for the OCBC Cycle Singapore. We ended up back at Siglap to grab some morning grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, went Vivo in the afternoon to search for a present for a dear friend’s upcoming birthday. Saw something but ended up not buying cos I wanted to sit on the idea first. Went to Granny’s for dinner and it seems like Friday’s celebration wasn’t over yet. Grandma’s birthday = noodles &amp;amp; 糖水. Yum yum. And because Mel went JB earlier in the day, she got me my fave Malaysia Season’s ILT and some snacks. Triple yum! I finally bought my Indofood mee goreng. I’ve been craving for it like mad after eating it at Cat’s place awhile back. So tubs and I had that for supper, and we opened a can of top shell as side dish. Haha. I’m alright with top shell but never a huge fan but the one we ate ( I think it’s New Moon brand from the CNY hampers) was really good. We just heated it up and ate it on it’s own and boy was it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubs took leave on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; so in the morning we went Vicom to see what was wrong with his car’s IU. Went to Vivo later in the afternoon and I settled the present buying and also did some shopping myself. Much needed retail therapy I say. After that was when all the drama happened. I shall not go into detail but basically the car’s battery died on me and after much drama, it was towed to the workshop to get the battery replaced, but not only did this whole thing cost me a hell lot of money, other problems came up suddenly which I’ll have to let the service centre check out at another time. I was so upset about it that tubs brought me for supper, hoping I’ll feel better after smoking til my heart’s content but I had no appetite at all even though the ciggies did me much good. Thank god tubs was there through all the car shit. I hate it when the car gives me problems. The poor boy must be tired as hell now but I still can’t sleep so I guess I’ll just use the com til it’s time to wake him up for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some overdue pictures from Elvin’s cam which I finally got. But better late then never eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMhINsm4JI/AAAAAAAACV8/aMDkXHi_v9A/s1600-h/cny+eve-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306121210972004498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMhINsm4JI/AAAAAAAACV8/aMDkXHi_v9A/s400/cny+eve-81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMhHp5hfYI/AAAAAAAACV0/P9gq1_fTNOg/s1600-h/cny+eve-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306121201362500994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMhHp5hfYI/AAAAAAAACV0/P9gq1_fTNOg/s400/cny+eve-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMhHL_HYyI/AAAAAAAACVs/fO1KHdSRsCo/s1600-h/cny+eve-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306121193332892450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMhHL_HYyI/AAAAAAAACVs/fO1KHdSRsCo/s400/cny+eve-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMcdWfyD9I/AAAAAAAACU0/FIn53gwP2xs/s1600-h/cny2-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116076553244626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMcdWfyD9I/AAAAAAAACU0/FIn53gwP2xs/s400/cny2-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMcdrcnbVI/AAAAAAAACU8/E4RfOazn95w/s1600-h/cny2-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116082177109330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMcdrcnbVI/AAAAAAAACU8/E4RfOazn95w/s400/cny2-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMdYVHLJRI/AAAAAAAACVE/73B8xzSpBUc/s1600-h/cny1-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306117089793877266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMdYVHLJRI/AAAAAAAACVE/73B8xzSpBUc/s400/cny1-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfIUZ3dGI/AAAAAAAACVU/68Sfu2UHTfA/s1600-h/CNYlastday-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119013749191778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfIUZ3dGI/AAAAAAAACVU/68Sfu2UHTfA/s400/CNYlastday-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfHyWSJsI/AAAAAAAACVM/aD88GQ45ZME/s1600-h/CNYlastday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119004607358658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfHyWSJsI/AAAAAAAACVM/aD88GQ45ZME/s400/CNYlastday-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfIwe_BfI/AAAAAAAACVc/IzNDlqrmFys/s1600-h/CNYlastday-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119021286852082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfIwe_BfI/AAAAAAAACVc/IzNDlqrmFys/s400/CNYlastday-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfJDJlVjI/AAAAAAAACVk/ICLFpAi1w74/s1600-h/CNYlastday-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119026297361970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMfJDJlVjI/AAAAAAAACVk/ICLFpAi1w74/s400/CNYlastday-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-102373521290477343?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/102373521290477343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/102373521290477343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-was-pretty-good-weekend-until-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SaMiXgVPNNI/AAAAAAAACWk/tWyfxLWketc/s72-c/80th-44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7601218749219586806</id><published>2009-02-20T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:22:40.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank god I am suffering from insomnia. Cos I decided try out the recipe given by Bryan and made truffles at 3 in the morning once I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ28emm3ydI/AAAAAAAACUQ/JMH0iPFI3AA/s1600-h/20022009058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603170057996754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ28emm3ydI/AAAAAAAACUQ/JMH0iPFI3AA/s400/20022009058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. I hope it turns out fine though, cos the whipping cream was bought first thing when I left my house which was around dinner time, and it’s supposed to be kept refrigerated but I forgot all about it and it sat in my car for about 8 hours. Haha! I’m crossing my fingers they don’t turn out funky. It’s a really easy recipe BUT they have to sit in the fridge after the first part is completed for about 2 to 3 hours before I can do anything else to them, therefore by the time I actually complete everything, I may be able to see the beautiful sunrise over here in eastern Singapore. Yes, I’m being sarcastic.. I do not like the sun very much at all. So in the meantime, I have to find things to keep me occupied so I’m multitasking by doing my nails, and in continuation to all the sappy love movies I‘ve been watching, today's pick is When Harry Met Sally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ28eS_YqvI/AAAAAAAACUI/BR9tOAW4Uv4/s1600-h/SDC11621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603164792105714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ28eS_YqvI/AAAAAAAACUI/BR9tOAW4Uv4/s400/SDC11621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ29CRn_XDI/AAAAAAAACUY/qrbeP8ryvPw/s1600-h/when_harry_met_sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304603782900833330" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ29CRn_XDI/AAAAAAAACUY/qrbeP8ryvPw/s400/when_harry_met_sally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The anticipation to see my finished product is killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I don’t have much self control. Before Harry could meet Sally, which was about an hour after I put my masterpiece into the fridge, I decided to go check on it and I decided they were ready to be dusted by cocoa powder. Haha. This part wasn’t fun at all and the kitchen was quite a mess at the end of it all. I am very contented that I have finished making my truffles, but don’t ask me how it tastes cos I didn’t try it. Honestly, I only had the kick to make it, not eat it. Haha. That’s the problem with me.. After I make/cook/bake/fill-in-the-blank something, I’m not interested to eat it anymore. But I’m a happy girl now! Ta Dah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ3M5rcr_HI/AAAAAAAACUg/-8TZuVHl9bM/s1600-h/SDC11626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304621227399969906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ3M5rcr_HI/AAAAAAAACUg/-8TZuVHl9bM/s400/SDC11626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the prettiest things, but truffles were never meant to look pretty.. They are just supposed to taste orgasmic. Haha. &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/9504201-7601218749219586806?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7601218749219586806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7601218749219586806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-god-i-am-suffering-from-insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZ28emm3ydI/AAAAAAAACUQ/JMH0iPFI3AA/s72-c/20022009058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-3205701855857287530</id><published>2009-02-18T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:30:04.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m running on empty.. And I feel like I’m falling ill, no thanks to the mother. I shall not go into details cos it’s just gonna make me more pek chek again. But sometimes, she’s really too much. Like waking me up after I had only about 2 hours of sleep, and making me follow her to places where she could easily go on her own, and pushing her luck by asking me to accompany her to a friend’s house for her to do her flower arrangement (which she got a flat ‘no way‘ for an answer). We went to do something which probably needs just 2 hours max, but ended up being out for 5 hours, no thanks to her driving at 50km/hr on the expressway and taking her own sweet time passing something to grandma while I waited for her in the carpark. Who in the world leaves someone in a car with the engine off in the sweltering heat for such a long time.. I was really close to killing her. Of course I didn’t hesitate turning on the aircon and tried to nap for the half an hour or so that I waited for her. If I hadn’t done that, I was quite sure I would have driven home without her, then she can spend all the time she wants there to chit chat. She REALLY needs to learn how to use the damn GPS or learn how to read a street directory or find her own way around. Sometimes it’s not that places are so hard to get to. From here to get to NUH and back is idiot proof. She just doesn’t bother finding out first and just expects me to be there for her and run around with her as and when. Bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meeting my lovelies for dinner at nite was a good way to relieve my anger and what-not. We went to Mr Bean @ Selegie for a belated Valentine’s Day dinner (but we all know it’s just an excuse for us to meet up again). The weather has been a bitch but it was fine there so I was quite pleasantly surprised. Presents again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZvGf0af2rI/AAAAAAAACTg/K0Iz-jJ7vNU/s1600-h/SDC11611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304051236106918578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZvGf0af2rI/AAAAAAAACTg/K0Iz-jJ7vNU/s400/SDC11611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum! And Bryan made some real good truffles for us to try. Bryan! Send me the recipe can? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just from these 2 paragraphs, you can tell what makes me cranky (bad driving, lack of sleep, the bloody heat/sun) and what makes me happy (my lovelies, chocolates, cooling weather). Another thing which makes me happy is sappy love movies (which I have been watching a lot of online) and also Two and a Half Men, which they are showing at nite on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9504201-3205701855857287530?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/3205701855857287530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/3205701855857287530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-running-on-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZvGf0af2rI/AAAAAAAACTg/K0Iz-jJ7vNU/s72-c/SDC11611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7746047167600646369</id><published>2009-02-16T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:01:46.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is something in a carefully wrapped little blue box&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk_uVj45-I/AAAAAAAACS4/zZ6LWcXUMS4/s1600-h/SDC11516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303340101499676642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk_uVj45-I/AAAAAAAACS4/zZ6LWcXUMS4/s400/SDC11516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a thoughtfully planned romantic dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is everyday but using 14th Feb to indulge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is you always being there for me, one way or another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is you telling me love me every single day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is you never failing to hug me to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is you whipping up the yummiest food ever for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is sunshine after the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And words can never do enough justice to the love we share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you darls~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day started early for me. 2 days early to be exact. Lunched with my bitches on Thursday afternoon and got my nails done. In the evening, I met my darling girls, Jes &amp;amp; Rach for dinner and drinks at Punggol Park and we exchanged presents. After that, we headed back to Rach’s place where tubs and Ah Boy joined us for some cake. I love the presents and I love my girls even more! Hope they liked what I got them. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk_uIlZjoI/AAAAAAAACSw/o5SqBLjByu0/s1600-h/SDC11545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303340098016349826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk_uIlZjoI/AAAAAAAACSw/o5SqBLjByu0/s400/SDC11545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Friday afternoon lazing in bed, and George Clooney was on Ellen show and he is one yummy guy I can never get enough of. *Slurps* In the evening, tubs &amp;amp; I headed over to The Cathay to watch ‘Slumdog Millionaire’. To think we got great seats cos it was booked online the nite before.. We were quite wrong cos the couple sitting beside us were irritating as hell man. I had actually watched the movie online oready but since tubs wanted to watch it, it was round 2 for me. I didn’t mind it though, it was a pretty good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after the movie then we decided to take a walk so we went to ECP to walk around abit then we sat somewhere just to talk. It was 4+ in the morning before we knew it so we decided to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on Saturday afternoon and decided to order in some food. Victor was raving about Arnold’s Fried Chicken so we decided to give it a try but I gotta say I still prefer KFC. In the evening, tubs brought me to Rochester Park and we had dinner at Graze. The whole Rochester park was done up just for Valentine’s day. There were trishaw rides, free roses, free Polaroid shots, free fortune telling, Chinese calligraphy etc. The ambience at Graze was wonderful. Very romantic, wonderful service and great food. They even take free photos for you and offer to send it to your email. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZlDq6eEReI/AAAAAAAACTA/r0CDdU5l3oE/s1600-h/SDC11597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303344440734402018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZlDq6eEReI/AAAAAAAACTA/r0CDdU5l3oE/s400/SDC11597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZlGZawkNpI/AAAAAAAACTY/YiVb4qAovgQ/s1600-h/SDC11607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303347438699165330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZlGZawkNpI/AAAAAAAACTY/YiVb4qAovgQ/s400/SDC11607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures I stole online of the place cos I didn't take that many photos that day. This is Graze, without all the VDay decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-reiBvzI/AAAAAAAACSI/okr2fWNczmQ/s1600-h/graze1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303338952856551218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-reiBvzI/AAAAAAAACSI/okr2fWNczmQ/s400/graze1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-riAg9eI/AAAAAAAACSY/9vXbzuix6AU/s1600-h/graze3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303338953789732322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-riAg9eI/AAAAAAAACSY/9vXbzuix6AU/s400/graze3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-rWs5GTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/AfMzwq6RfR0/s1600-h/graze2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303338950754638130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-rWs5GTI/AAAAAAAACSQ/AfMzwq6RfR0/s400/graze2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a sneak at our first dish, and our last dish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oysters of Passion - Tempura fried oyster with wasabi mayonnaise, Natural oyster with red wine and shallot vinegar dressing, Oyster shooter with ginger wine and cucumber oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-ryGdTKI/AAAAAAAACSg/wV5SzFzyazs/s1600-h/SDC11550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303338958109625506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-ryGdTKI/AAAAAAAACSg/wV5SzFzyazs/s400/SDC11550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert Platter - It consists of the items on their dessert menu, sample size but it really came up to quite a huge portion which we had fun trying and then finishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-sErI7OI/AAAAAAAACSo/AafNhVdhePQ/s1600-h/SDC11582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303338963095317730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk-sErI7OI/AAAAAAAACSo/AafNhVdhePQ/s400/SDC11582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all the photos. The rest are for my eyes only. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great Valentine’s Day and I’m looking forward to meeting my lovelies tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/9504201-7746047167600646369?l=asfixiado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7746047167600646369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9504201/posts/default/7746047167600646369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asfixiado.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-something-in-carefully-wrapped.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06708284788866930319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a183/asfixiado/img0419.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_66U5PCL8uuk/SZk_uVj45-I/AAAAAAAACS4/zZ6LWcXUMS4/s72-c/SDC11516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9504201.post-7126593579800161000</id><published>2009-02-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:26:19.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I know it, CNY is over! Today’s the last day of CNY to be exact. It’s funny how this year, I barely did any visiting and seemed to have collected a lot less ang pows than previous years but when I was counting money to deposit, I was shocked at how much money I had collected. Weird. But I’m not complaining of course. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;田鸡粥 for dinner! I can never get enuff of the
