<?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-8299164</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:29:46.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little world filled with my own jumbled little thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-115236557834523141</id><published>2006-07-08T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:44:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Updates on JJ Lin's Just JJ World Tour Concert. Finally. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24/6/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hus and i quickly had our dinner at the coffeeshop near his house. Then we hailed a cab and took off for the Singapore Indoors Stadium. We reached pretty early. Juz as we were standing outside the entrance with some of the other concert goers, we heard loud noises coming from afar. Lifting our heads, we saw 3 helicopters flying the Singapore flag! Wat a coincidence, the NDP rehersal was also going on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP rehersal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our seats were located in the North entrance. So i took a pic outside of it for keepsake. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside our seat entrance &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with hubby &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have blue eyeshadows on my eyelids on the abv pic to 'pei he' JJ's concert promotion poster. Hahaha.. Nuts. His FC members painted their faces &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; the same as his concert promotion poster. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before we went into the concert hall, there was a booth outside selling JJ stuffs. Hus and i bought the set of souvenirs which consisted of a wristband, pen and pencil set, a lanyard, a JJ concert file and bookmark. The whole souvenir set costs us $20 and includes with it a Just JJ World Tour concert. :D I love it to bits. I also pestered hus to buy a light stick as well which costed a freaking $5! Should have brought along the FOC SAF lightsticks. Bah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After much dili-dali-ying, we finally went in to find our seats. The place was huge and we had to get the usher to help us locate our seats. I was shocked to find out that we were so far away from the stage (read: JJ)! :( But the only advantage was we were facing the stage (and him) directly instead of needing to twist our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our seats before the concert starts... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After much awaiting, the concert begans at 8 30pm!! Kinda like our Chinese wedding dinner, always start half an hour later. -_- JJ's dance crew taught us a few dance moves to the song&lt;em&gt; Jiu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Shi Wo&lt;/em&gt;, it was quite fun. Then the concert officially beguns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his grand entrance!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;JJ came out in a hooded suit and blowing a flute to the tune &lt;em&gt;One Thousand Years Later&lt;/em&gt;. All of us screamed and waved our lightsticks. The fan club was especially wild. Then the concert kicked off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He sang &lt;em&gt;Chi Pang&lt;/em&gt;. You can see the wings projected on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chi Pang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;JJ incorporated a small action "movie" in his concert. He was "killing" the bad guys. Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;action "movie"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After some singing he talked for abit and shared with us many things. He told us his inspirations came from Li Hom and Jay Chou and his biggest idol is Michael Jackson. He sang &lt;em&gt;Wei Yi&lt;/em&gt; (Li Hom's song), &lt;em&gt;Hei Se You Mo&lt;/em&gt; (Jay's song) and a Michael Jackson song which the title i forgot. He even sang a few songs that he has written for others. I did not even know that &lt;em&gt;Dang Ni&lt;/em&gt; sang by Cyndi Wang was written by him! Cool. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh so cute!! my fav pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Btw, all the pics were taken by hus as i was the one busy waving the light stick and singing. :X One of his G-O-H was Jing Sa, the lady who sang &lt;em&gt;Bei Feng Chui Guo De Xia Tian&lt;/em&gt; with him. They sang together again during the concert but JJ did a piano version of it! GRRREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duet with jing sha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The lighting effects was fantastic. I can tell immediately from this pic that it's the robot song &lt;em&gt;Bian Hao 89757&lt;/em&gt;. Once i saw the screen at the concert i knew, bcos it was the song's "signature effects". Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20048.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bian Hao 89757&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another special guest appearance was Ah Du!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and Ah Du sang &lt;em&gt;I Do&lt;/em&gt; tog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went to the ladies during Ah Du's solo performance. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engrossed in his singing *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;JJ sang many songs which includes the above i have mentioned and &lt;em&gt;Yuan Lai&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mei Ren Yu&lt;/em&gt; (my fav!), &lt;em&gt;Di Er Tian Tang&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Dou Jiang You Tiao&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Shu Neng Sheng Qiao&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bo Jian Dai&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Jian Jian Dan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Yi Qian Nian Yi Hou&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mu Nai Yi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Jiu Shi Wo &lt;/em&gt;etc. However was pretty disappointed he didn't sing &lt;em&gt;Hui You Na Mo Yi Tian&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Hui Du Shu&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Towards the end of the concert, he gave his thanks to all the sponsors and important ppl in his live. The camera crew shifted the camera to his family and immediately his dad was projected on the screen. His dad looks kinda old.. And i think he's better looking than his bro. :X He also gave thanks to his production crew which... includes Xu Huan Liang (aka Shui Shang Piao)!! Xu Huan Liang is my fav Project Superstar judge and i was so shocked and surprised to see him at the concert. Wat's more amazing is all this while he was juz standing abt a metre away from where i was sitting and i dun even know he was there till the end of the concert! Argh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then JJ said goodbye and as usual with every concert, came the encore. He re-appeared again this time wearing a v opera (wayang) kind of costume. The costume was meant for the song &lt;em&gt;Cao&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cao&lt;/em&gt;. I think the costume sucked. XD After &lt;em&gt;Cao Cao&lt;/em&gt; he removed his costume to reveal a nice sueve red outfit. He looked so handsome in that outfit!! Then he sang &lt;em&gt;Sarang Heyo Zhi Dui Ni&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Shuo&lt;/em&gt;. Towards the end of the song, he cried... Hus said it was SOP (Standard Operating Procedure). -_- All of us juz kept silent while some of the fans kept calling out JJ, esp his fan club. He finally got back his bearings several minutes later and finished the song to thurderous applause. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarang Heyo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The final encore song was &lt;em&gt;Jiang Nan&lt;/em&gt; and after which JJ said his final goodbye to us. He told us to remember the date 24/6/06 cos he will always remember this date too. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ we love u!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hus and i took the bus to Orchard and then took a cab from there home. Taking a cab directly outside the Indoors Stadium seemed impossible as 10,000+ fans poured out of the indoors stadium at the same time. :O We reached home closed to 1am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The concert was great and i will always remember 24/6/06. JJ we will always support you!!! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-115236557834523141?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/115236557834523141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=115236557834523141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115236557834523141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115236557834523141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-on-jj-lins-just-jj-world-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-115176797303212968</id><published>2006-07-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:32:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this sudden urge to get out of the country for a week. I wanna go to Taiwan to shop and sight-see(!) or to a spa resort. The Boyfriend has the exact same sentiments. The only thing that's holding both of us back is our work and my classes. If i didn't get past the 3 mths' probation (touch wood!) i'll book the tix immediately. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-115176797303212968?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/115176797303212968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=115176797303212968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115176797303212968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115176797303212968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-this-sudden-urge-to-get-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-115175921270514230</id><published>2006-07-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:12:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 more days to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Birthday Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money or cash ONLY!!! I dun wan anything else, cos everything that interests me nowadays are stuffs sold online. I don't shop in Sg anymore, i shop (for almost everything) online. So pls give me cash or money as pressie. Thanks! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from JJ concert's withdrawal symtom. I want to share with everyone the fun the boyfriend and i had last week at the National Indoors Stadium. Pls give me time to update. I am too stressed and busy nowadays to do anything much except eat, sleep, shit outside of sch and work. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Xiaoqi: I voted for you for the Ms World finals. Jia you!!&lt;br /&gt;To Hanyan: Happy 21st birthday tmr!! *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-115175921270514230?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/115175921270514230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=115175921270514230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115175921270514230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115175921270514230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/07/28-more-days-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-115112075182734851</id><published>2006-06-24T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:54:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hubby and i caught this midnight show last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/details_cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/details_cars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A highly entertaining and heartwarming movie. Pixar you did it again! The cars have got mouths to talk and eyelids which open and close. They are totally like human beings with lots of facial expressions. So cute! Best of all about this movie is that there is a moral behind the story. All parents should bring their little ones to watch it. *two thumbs up*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tonight is JJ Lin Jun Jie's concert. WOOT. Hus and i are both v excited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-115112075182734851?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/115112075182734851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=115112075182734851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115112075182734851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115112075182734851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/06/hubby-and-i-caught-this-midnight-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-115100161556999049</id><published>2006-06-23T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:40:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know i suck so much as a girlfriend. Me and him are having a cold war right now. Will everything be alright again? Will we be the same as before...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-115100161556999049?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/115100161556999049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=115100161556999049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115100161556999049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115100161556999049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-didnt-know-i-suck-so-much-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-115088663034256020</id><published>2006-06-21T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:04:47.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Before i begin this entry, i wanna wished all my June babies a v happy (belated) 21st birthday! Congrats on turning 21 Ting, Xun, Xian, Jean and Fel! *muackssssss* May all enjoy ur adulthood (and the tons of freedom tt came along with it!). Muahahaha.. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to k-lunch with hubby last Sunday. Finally. Yay! The staff at the reception told us that he will give us a big room temporarily as they ran out of small rooms. We juz nodded our heads. When we walked into the room, we were shocked out of our lives bcos when the staff said he will give us a big room, he really meant BIG. Lol.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Behold the sight before you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/DSC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/DSC00228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugeeee ktv room (not clear cos i dunno how come the pic turned out so dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/DSC00229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/DSC00229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ktv screen :O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hus and I sang lots of JJ Lin's songs. I kept fantasizing that he would invite me on stage and sing together with him. :OOO 3 more days to JJ Lin's concert, i'm so excited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some timer ago the centre i work in had this Magnolia show. They brought along a cow as their mascot. The poor cow got it's tail pulled and itself beaten on the tummy. Said cow is shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/DSC00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/DSC00211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cow cow (i'm using children's term)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-115088663034256020?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/115088663034256020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=115088663034256020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115088663034256020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/115088663034256020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/06/before-i-begin-this-entry-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114994684439601827</id><published>2006-06-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:40:44.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to make a paper cone but i failed (miserably) at it. In the end i have to leave it to May. Argh! I suck at art so much i feel that i am a moron. I am an art idiot with zero artistic elememt in my blood. I feel so freaking useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bloody Saturday night but i'm feeling oh-so lonely. My parents are in China and Dear is not with me because he's having duty right now. I am going to fall asleep tonight hugging myself in an empty bedroom. *sobs and cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the World Cup season but i have absolutely no breathing space nor being able to afford to stay up late. The whole week was such a whirlwind of activities. I handed up 3 bloody assignments in total. Tmr i'm having a project meeting at L.'s house at 10am (which goes my k-lunch session with hubby $%#%&amp;**#). I seriously need to unwind by singing my head off at the ktv lounge and watching The Omen. Coming up with a week's worth of lesson plan, making project deadlines and a 3D &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ART&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;model&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is not what i need right now. Shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114994684439601827?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114994684439601827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114994684439601827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114994684439601827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114994684439601827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-trying-to-make-paper-cone-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114941814667708905</id><published>2006-06-04T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:49:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too busy busy busy to update. The stress level is up to my neck. Argh. Things I did for the past 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the zoo with May for our group project but it was raining dinosaurs on that day. We   took pics around the zoo wearing raincoats. Duh! Wat an unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caught X-Men: The Last Stand. Fantastic movie! Hugh Jackman (Mr Wolverine) is sooo handsome. *drools* Very sure there is a Part 4 and is so looking forward to it. Do mutants revive from the dead after they were torn to pieces? O_o Let's find out in Part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Proj meeting at Orchard Library. Me and May were assigned to make giraffes, wooden hut and trees. I suck at art. Grrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrated Father's Day in advance because parents are leaving for China this week. Mummy, daddy, sis, hubby and i went to this Chinese restaurant along Bugis Village called &lt;em&gt;Gao Ji Jiao Zi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;La Mian&lt;/em&gt; for the celebration. The food was ridiculously salty. We paid $84+ for 5 persons. V broke now. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had a fantastic Sat walking around Sim Lim Square and Bugis Junction holding hands with hubby. &lt;3 I love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114941814667708905?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114941814667708905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114941814667708905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114941814667708905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114941814667708905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-busy-busy-busy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114822437668857222</id><published>2006-05-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:13:36.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally caught my long anticipated show The Da Vinci Code on Saturday with my movie khakis: hus, BC and BH. We reached the theatre juz seconds before the show started. -.-"' That idiot who tear the movie tix at the entrance insisted i showed him my IC before he would let me in bcos the show's NC16. Coincidentally i forgot to bring my IC along and that stupid, rigid, law abiding freak refused to let me in until BC came to the rescue with his own IC as well. I mean wtf, i obviously look older than 16 lor. Do u have to be so bloody rigid?! GV got pay u extra juz bcos u refused to let me into the cinema or not? *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's juz nice - not too much dialouges (which i did not expect!) and juz enough visuals. I finally saw the famous Louvre and it's glass pyramids, the Mona Lisa painting and the Madonna Of The Rocks painting although i still can't get enough of it. I think they showed too little of them. :( The movie mostly kept to the original storyline except for a few parts. One extremely disappointing part was when Robert Langdon and Sophie were supposed to head for a huge, famous library to search for a particular temple which housed a Pope's body. In the movie they did not head for the library, instead they used a handphone's internet services to find the answer! I was like wth, i was so looking forward to see the library which housed hundreds and thousands of computers. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i think the movie is fantastic, with the explanations of The Last Supper being extremely clear, better than that in the book. 2 thumbs up for the movie! A Dan Brown fans' must watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114822437668857222?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114822437668857222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114822437668857222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114822437668857222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114822437668857222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-finally-caught-my-long-anticipated.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114796219670107357</id><published>2006-05-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:23:16.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sooooooo excited! About Da Vinci Code! It's finally showing!! BC is as excited as me, we got the tix online. Wahaha.. Hooray! Bought the boyfriend's ticket as well, he better be free to show up. Lol! Da Vinci here i come. Mwahahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114796219670107357?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114796219670107357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114796219670107357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114796219670107357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114796219670107357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-sooooooo-excited-about-da-vinci.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114757070501046400</id><published>2006-05-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:58:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hus rented a car on Thursday as there was a long weekend ahead. He drove us to Kovan for dinner but our favourite western food store was not opened, the hawker centre was too crowded and i don't wanna eat Yoshinoya. We ended up driving back to Hougang for Suki Sushi buffet. After the dinner was over, we were so bloated i even felt like throwing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him and the rented car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri was Vesek Day and we went to Plaza Sing's Swensen's to celebrate Jing's birthday. Hus drove us to Orchard and it was horrendous, we took half an hour to find parking (-_-''') as most of the car parks were full. In the end we parked at some ulu carpark in the centre of Somerset and Dobhy Ghaut MRT and walked all the way to Plaza Sing. *grrr* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we reached, almost everyone were there except for Tongtong, Jean and her botak. I saw Jing (of cos), Andrew her botak, Serene, Gillian(!), Sharon and her 2 frens. I was v happy bcos i havent seen Gillian and Sharon for ages. -sigh-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tongtong arrived soon after us. Hus and i ordered ice-creams only as we already had our lunch at home. Jean and botak arrived some time after we placed our orders. At first everybody juz sort of eat their own food and not talking much. After lunch, Jean represented all of us presented Jing with her birthday presents - a hilarious birthday card and two sphagetti tops. Both tops had crystal studs on them hand made by Jean, one was with Jing's initial and the other one with some sort of heart shaped design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then Jing had a surprise after all of us came back from the toilet! Serene and Jean went back to the restaurant while the rest of us girls were in the toilet and purchased an ice cream cake for Jing. We got the Swensen's staff to sing her a birthday song as well. The restaurant staff and us sang both the Eng and Chi version of the birthday song. At the end of it, Jing was so touched she shed a few tears. Haha.. Happy 22nd Birthday my darling girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/PICT0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/PICT0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday girl making a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/PICT0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/PICT0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing murdering the cake! Or did the cake murder Jing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that it was photo taking session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/PICT0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/PICT0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sweeties. from left to right: Tongtong, Sharon, Gillian, me (ignore my fat arms) and Jing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/PICT0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/PICT0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group of girls (pls ignore Serene's funny pose. Wahaha! :X) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/PICT0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hus and i were off to Orchard next after parting with the girls and botaks. We went to Wisma Atria's Sistic to purchase tickets for JJ Lin Jun Jie's Just 'J' World Tour concert. We wanted to buy the $108 tickets but all the gd $108 seats are sold out and so we decided to buy the $128 tix instead. While waiting for the tickets to be processed, i pointed to hus Lin Jun Jie's christian name. The person who processed our tickets commented that hus's name is almost the same as JJ Lin's. LOL! Anyway we are really really excited for the concert we can't wait to go! Then Hus and i rushed to Taka to collect my Tiffany beanie and sent the new diamond heart shaped one for cleaning. Went to Kino and he bought his book on abs scuplting. We rushed back to the car after that. He drove us to Ikea. We got lost on the way and by the time we reached there it was nearly eight. I was hungry by then and so we made our way to the Ikea Restaurant first for some yummy food. We had the Swedish meatballs, fish and chips and fried chicken wings. *licks fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner @ Ikea Restaurant &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tucking in &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hus and i bought a wardrobe which we cash and carried. *pants and sweat* He had a hard time getting the wardrobe inside the car and then getting it out and carrying it back to his house. By the time we reached home it was already closed to 11pm. We only had time to rest for awhile before leaving the house again to collect Ah Hong and BC for our midnight show Poseidon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The show's about a huge ship, sorta like those used for cruise which capsized. The few ppl who escaped braved all sorts of scary obstacles and some died during the course of escaping. In the end only a handful managed to escape. V sad. The movie's nice except for that stupid auntie behind me who kept making that "tsk tsk" sound throughout the movie. *pissed*&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Tang and BC back to their respective homes first before driving home ourselves. We reached home at &lt;strong&gt;2am&lt;/strong&gt; and promptly collasped on the bed, both of us fell asleep seconds later. Wat a packed but fun day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i end this entry, i proudly present to you photos of me and my beloved. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pao pao cha (back from Taiwan liao. Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/k750i%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/k750i%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ ECP &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114757070501046400?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114757070501046400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114757070501046400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114757070501046400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114757070501046400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114633003192842977</id><published>2006-04-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:22:03.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>He's finally back. We're finally back in each other's arms. Home Sweet Home hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home yesterday afternoon. I rushed off to meet him near my workplace (thankfully it's so near to his house!) as soon as i knocked off. The moment he saw me, there is a huge broad grin on his face. I smiled back at him in a girly shyness sort of way. Clearly we missed each other. Then we're holding hands and dear him started yakking away immediately. The pimples on his forehead were the results of him eating too much Taiwan street snacks. Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hands around his waist and snuggled close to him despite there might be familiar ppl i might bump into. :S We went back to his house first and cuddled and kissed. Then we talked somemore. Omg, finally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then presented to me his proposal - a little notebook in which he wrote in it almost daily the things he wanted to tell me when we were apart. Tears were coursing down my cheeks all the while i was reading his little proposal, it was really touching. I love it so much that at the end of it, still sobbing hard, i hugged him tightly and told him i love him 3 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passerby: "&lt;em&gt;Ying pls stop being mushy&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Sorry i can't help it. Go away if u find this too sickening to stomach. Lol!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the house for my class (Damn there was a class!). He bought me dinner which i packed to class due to the lack of time and i bought him my fav yummy crystal buns with prawns inside to let him have a taste of it. Then i kissed him goodbye before going up to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had a few mouthfuls of rice when class began and the test started. I was one of the last few to leave. Towards the end of doing the test, i called hubby and told him i will be down soon. The guy was v impressed that i could call him in the middle of doing a test. Hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i left asap after my test to meet him at the Kopitiam below sch. He was reading Maxim and there was a platter of fruit infront of him. He told me he went to Carrefour to get some stuffs while i was in class (he waited 2 and a half hrs for me &gt;_&lt;). The stuffs consisted of some suplementary from GNC (-_-), a whole plastic jug of Ribena syrup and a vcd. I continued eating my dinner and then i mentioned to hubby that i would like some crystal buns. Without reminding me that i still have half a pack of rice to finish off and that i was quite fat already, he stood up promptly to buy me the crystal buns. Awww.. Tt's so sweet of him! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train home together after that, lugging with us the stuffs he bought while waiting for my class to end. The stuffs weighed a ton! We behaved like a couple of lovesturck teenagers, we hugged each other throughout the whole train ride. -.-"' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even received an sms from May who commented to me that i looked really happy in class. She asked me whether it's bcos i think i did well for my written test or bcos that my boyfriend has returned home. Is my happiness that obvious? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bed at 12+am after cuddling and kissing somemore. He's back at the ship today bcos of guard duty, i'm missing him already. He called me earlier on and told me the same thing. &gt;.&lt; Tmr we're going to k-lunch and shopping afterwards! Whee!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that this short (not exactly short) time apart makes us closer than ever and we love each other more than ever. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114633003192842977?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114633003192842977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114633003192842977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114633003192842977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114633003192842977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114494616971576988</id><published>2006-04-14T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:34:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>14 days, exactly 2 weeks till hubby's return. Why does time still passes so slowly? I wish it could be faster. Grrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i bought Jewel In The Palace's vcds, i've been watching it whenever i can. The story line is so interesting it really grips me. The main lead in the show, Li Ying Ai is sooo pretty! V sweet looking. 30+ more episodes till i finished the whole series. I hope by then it will be juz one more week to hubby's return. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have 2 more books and a bunch of little monsters to accompany me. Hoho..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114494616971576988?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114494616971576988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114494616971576988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114494616971576988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114494616971576988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/14-days-exactly-2-weeks-till-hubbys.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114451592230581288</id><published>2006-04-09T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:39:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hamster Becky passed away 2 days ago which is the 7th of April.. My dad told me the news as soon as i stepped into his room. He told me that he went to nudge Becky but she didn't move anymore. Initially i was upset when i heard the news.. But i knew she would pass away quite soon bcos she couldn't eat much several days before. And before my dad told me she died where, i already knew the exact location she lie dead - it's in her food bowl. Cos the day she died she was still struggling to eat from her bowl and she was lying on her back.. Dad consoled me by telling me that she had lived long enough already.. I went to take a look at her, she was lying peacefully on her side.. I was happy that her sufferings finally ended. I told hubby her eyes have tears a few weeks ago and he told me that Becky is crying(?) bcos she was v miserable. T.T&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dad was v kind. He helped me put Becky's cage (along with her body inside), her food, her snacks and her running ball in a big plastic bag and we went down together to place the bag by the rubbish dump.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hammy's death is the first death encounter i had, it is indeed not a nice feeling at all. I will never want to have a pet anymore, i dun wan to experience another death and be upset over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114451592230581288?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114451592230581288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114451592230581288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114451592230581288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114451592230581288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-hamster-becky-passed-away-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114404195301791950</id><published>2006-04-03T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:51:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qiqi made this for me. I love it. Thanks babe!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://glitteryourway.com/img/bb8778620e4df4e69b9d3dcf5b56b13e.gif" alt="Generate Your Own Glitter Graphics @ GlitterYourWay.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it gorgeous? Get your own &lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114404195301791950?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114404195301791950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114404195301791950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114404195301791950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114404195301791950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/qiqi-made-this-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114399567785090721</id><published>2006-04-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:43:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's leaving for his Taiwan sail on the 4th of April. I will miss him alot alot.. I find this whole thing so ironic. In the first place, the gal who told me that her boyfriend will be sailing to Taiwan is not going; but my boyfriend is. I remembered i consoled her. Now maybe it's her turn to come and console me? Hoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 weeks is chicken feet. I have endured 5 weeks and i am sure this time round i can cope with this much much better. :P Jia you dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway when he's back he'll get me this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/birthday%20presents/18967359_FL_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/birthday%20presents/18967359_FL_LRG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. heart shaped necklance with &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIAMONDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! *drools*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114399567785090721?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114399567785090721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114399567785090721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114399567785090721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114399567785090721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/04/hes-leaving-for-his-taiwan-sail-on-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/birthday%20presents/th_18967359_FL_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114379425473910958</id><published>2006-03-31T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:40:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am still upset with her comments. I bet she doesn't know that she has offended me - big time. My middle name is sensitive. Yeah. She's going on and on abt how fantastic her pay is and wat nots which makes me sick to the stomach. I hate to be branded as a tai tai (or a tai tai to be). Job hunting i'm coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114379425473910958?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114379425473910958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114379425473910958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114379425473910958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114379425473910958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-still-upset-with-her-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114370598048960328</id><published>2006-03-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:34:13.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I juz had instant noodles for lunch. Hus usually made an effort, even when it comes to cooking instant noodles. He will put in prawns or hotdogs and what nots. For me i can't be bothered, i juz threw in a few dried shrimps. Such is the extent of my laziness. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway ppl, meet my new idol:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/Blog%20related/weilian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Weilian Kelvin!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aye aye, he's officially my idol. I always need to listen to music at night before falling asleep. I can't fall asleep listening to other singers sing except Weilian. Not even JJ Lin Jun Jie can do that to me. I think JJ's songs are too stimulating whereas Weilian's are soothing and calming in comparison. His voice is that of an angel's. -sigh- Even if i eventually fall asleep to other singers' voice, i will usually wake up in the middle of the night to switch the CD off. But with Weilian, it's different. I on the CD rather loud but i can still sleep without waking up in the middle of the night!! I only realised that the CD is still playing when i woke up the next morning. That is not the first time this happened to me. Such is the power of his voice. Hoho.. Hail my new idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hus's ship posting results will be out tmr. I hope he will get posted to 208, anywhere except 207. I can tahan his 3 weeks of Taiwan sail as long as he's going to be happy in the long run. 207's sergents are all so fucked up and have attitude problems. *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114370598048960328?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114370598048960328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114370598048960328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114370598048960328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114370598048960328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-juz-had-instant-noodles-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/Blog%20related/th_weilian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114360470200115169</id><published>2006-03-29T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:34:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sis surprised me on Mon night when she came home. Anyway before that i watched Campus Superstar without her and it juz felt so wrong. The previous Monday when we watched Campus Superstar together, we gushed over some contestants and booed at those who were lousy. :X It's so fun to watch the show with her. I remembered that night we caught the elimination results together, we screamed at the tv when Adriano was out. I even threw a cushion at the tv screen. -.-''' We are in love with a 15 yr old guy. -___-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway she came home on Mon night and we had Mac breakfast the following morning. We went to Hougang Mall's Mac to have our Mac breakfast. We ordered our usuals - Sausage McMuffins with Eggs. Hahaha.. Very delicious!! Having Mac Breakfast together at least once a week has become our fav hobby. Wahaha.. Everytime my sis asked me: "Breakfast tmr?", I already knew what kind of breakfast we are going to have. Lol! We will sit in the restaurant with our breakfasts and talk abt everything under the sun while enjoying our food. I really cherished the times we spent together bcos we only see each other once a week and sometimes not at all. &gt;_&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;Speaking of surprises, last night me and my classmates had a surprise in school too! Regina the academic head took over our class cos the lecturer Veron was on MC. All the more better. Veron is so crappy we ended up doing our own things during her lessons. Regina is a really gd lecturer, we learned so much from her within an hour compared to listening to Veron for 3 hrs. -___- I am not exaggerating hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yest my classmate aka the class rep June took out a piece of Cadbury chocolate and showed it to Regina for some activity thingy. When Regina asked her how long she's going to keep it, she replied as long as she can. I feel so touched can?? Cos i remember that piece of choc... It's given by me to the whole class during last yr's Christmas. I was really broke that time and i bought that whole box of chocs and distributed them to the whole class. Ended up some dun haf cos not enough. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114360470200115169?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114360470200115169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114360470200115169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114360470200115169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114360470200115169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/sis-surprised-me-on-mon-night-when-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114345229697589927</id><published>2006-03-27T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:38:38.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hubby says the Taiwan trip already 85% confirm. Oh well, at least he will be 8-5 after he returns. I am not complaining. Anyway when he returns i get my 'spensive pressie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got curtains for our room. It is so nice that we slept till 10:30am yest. No more disturbances from the sunlight. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114345229697589927?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114345229697589927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114345229697589927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114345229697589927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114345229697589927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/hubby-says-taiwan-trip-already-85.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114301958328748345</id><published>2006-03-22T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:26:23.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now my life is so full of shit i can hardly breathe anymore. I am constantly depressed and frustrated with everything. The only thing i can do to ease every piece of shit is to gorge myself with food. All i wan is to juz simply die or fall into a deep, long sleep and wake up only when everything is ok again. FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114301958328748345?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114301958328748345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114301958328748345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114301958328748345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114301958328748345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-now-my-life-is-so-full-of-shit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114250346934095597</id><published>2006-03-16T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:04:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was juz using hubby's comp when i saw that under the Favourites section there is a link called EmuConnect - Your Online Resources to ROMs. It gave me a shock as i thought he was browsing for info on ROM (ROM as in Registry of Marriage). Being the curious me, i decided to click on the link to have a look. It took me awhile to register that the ROM is actually something to do with gaming and not marriage. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114250346934095597?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114250346934095597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114250346934095597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114250346934095597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114250346934095597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-juz-using-hubbys-comp-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114222345079413405</id><published>2006-03-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:59:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sat was priceless. Dear's bro and sis-in-law drove us to Changi Naval Base to fetch him. When we reached there the officer cadets were juz leaving the ship. We walked around the ship and it was HUGE!!! Omg machiam like the Tatanic. Anyway i was abit impatient cos when we arrived i only saw hubby and talk to him for like 2 secs then he had to rush off to finish up his work. We waited for him for 2 hrs plus. I was already so gan jiong to be with him but they make hubby and frens carry stuffs before they go home!! *angry* And i yelled at him over the phone... Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway we finally met. In his bro's car i gave him all the gifts i bought for him, including the diary with all the letters i wrote to him for the past 1 mth plus.. He was so eager to read my diary.. It was when he read the first page of my diary that i started sobbing uncontrollably., all the emotions inside me welled up when i thought of the past 1 mth plus.. I cried for everything, cried for the days where i missed him so much, when i waited for him like siao and cried that he's finally back. But dummy hubby juz kept on reading my diary and nv bothered to hug or console me. *pissed* I wonder whether he was too engrossed reading my diary and nv heard me crying or wat... O_o Anyway i leaned across the 2 bags of presents and throw myself onto his lap. Then i continued sobbing... Meishan passed me some tissues to wipe my tears. Haiz so paiseh but i juz couldn't stop myself. He told me abt so many many things that happened on the ship. I listened and smile occassionally when it came to the funny parts, but mostly i was sobbing my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we reached his house, his bro offered to go packed some food so we can eat at home in peace. Hubby was eager to show me all the stuffs he bought. He got me a pair of shorts, a black roxy sleeveless, a white roxy top, some earrings, a pair of white birks, a white belt and a GORGEOUS slingbag for sch!! He also bought the DVD of the the movie i always wanted to watch (Memoirs of a Geisha). I was really happy cos it shows that he's constantly thinking of me when we were not together. The fact that he bought me stuffs which he thinks would look good on me shows that he misses me alot alot alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After everybody left we locked ourselves in "our room". We hugged each other so so tight and kissed and talked and i cried in his arms. -sigh- It was bliss. We fell asleep after that. He was really really tired, not having proper sleep when he went sailing. His hair was long and he had stubble on his chin. He looked abit "chang shang" and it juz pains me so much. Eh.. but actually i quite like new look. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We met Tang and BC abt 7pm in the evening at Cinelesiure for dinner and movie. His buddies muz have missed him alot too.. Keke.. On the way there, i told hubby some things and he gave me some advice which i listened. He is always so sensible. :DDD I am so so glad i am able to discuss my problems with him once again. The four of us went Suki Sushi and hubby told the guys to order anything they wan to eat, it's his treat cos he wan to thank the guys for taking care of me while he's away. *sweet* Then we caught Underworld Evolution which is quite nice. I finally get to lie on his shoulder and held his hand in the cinema again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went back to his place and we talked somemore and fell asleep hugging each other so tight. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sun morning i woke up to him kissing my back. OMG, it's so nice. XD We went for breakfast then watched Memoirs of a Geisha on his comp. The movie's really nice though hubby was bored and didn't understand a thing. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm.. then we had lunch and he had his hair cut. No more stubbles and long hair. :( We went back to my place cos he bought some snacks from China for my parents. They were glad to see him and my mum was particularly interested to hear abt China from him. -_- Haha.. Next met Tang and BC for awhile and the four of us had 2 games of daidee. Hubby won one round and me the other. Then after that both of us went for dinner at Cineleisure's Yuki Yaki. We have a blast of a time!! Actually i am juz contented to be with him once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hubby hugged and kissed me tis morning b4 he went to book in for his guard duty. T.T Haiz and i juz remember that tmr he's coming home but i got class!!! Sigh how suay is tt?? Sian feel like pon class again but cannot.. Bleah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114222345079413405?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114222345079413405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114222345079413405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114222345079413405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114222345079413405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/sat-was-priceless.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114196697810115726</id><published>2006-03-10T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:02:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG HE'S BACK HE'S BACK!!! HUBBY'S BACK!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was juz typing out the referencing for my assignment when hubby called!!! Wah so happy can?? *dances ard* I emailed Rachel and share the info first hand with Serene, Feeyona and sis as i am chatting to them on MSN. Omg so happy!! Dunno later how to go for class in tis state. Muz definately be looking like a crazy woman now. *faint*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114196697810115726?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114196697810115726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114196697810115726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114196697810115726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114196697810115726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-hes-back-hes-back-hubbys-back-yayi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114188670456497047</id><published>2006-03-09T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:21:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tues i did not have class so i went to Jing's house for a mani and pedi session. That dear girl happens to stay in Geylang. -_-"' I alighted at the wrong stop (once again!!! Argh!) and walked the whole of one bus stop to Jing's place. It was a rather different sight - when I was there I saw alot of women dressed sexily out there waiting to grab men. Hoho.. It gave me the creeps cos i got a few stares from men too, young and old. Ewwwwwwwwww. Er xin!!! I finally got to the other bus stop and met Jing soon after. Thank goodness. Anyway she did my nails for me, inclusive of massage!! Yummy! I have now Cozu Melted Under The Sun on my finger nails and Grape Lakes on my toe nails. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed i was all over the place! I left home at abt 12 30pm to get my big eye contact lenses. Only got 5 pairs as i bo luiii. *sad* Took train to Raffles Place and collected my pay of $37.50 from Precious Thots. Chatted with Celeste and Rozanne too. Next took the train to Tanjong Pagar where Winson and company had shifted to. I have a hard time finding the salon!!! I called Winson like 3 times while trying to search for the place. So paiseh! Nvm, i finally found it and got my hair trimmed. I feel like my hair is so short now. *sobs* But it looks tidier anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush back to Raffles Place. Got a pair of earrings from Mintmark &amp; Co., a mascara from Guardian and a lipgloss from Watson's. Haven't spent so much in a day for a long long time. -_-"' Finally met up with Rach and we went PS to gai gai. She bought a nice lacy spagh top from Fox to welcome her bf home. Hehe.. I like the top too but I curb my desire to try it on. Hehe.. We then went for dinner at the foodcourt and shared a bowl of dessert too. Really had a nice chat with her. She's such a nice person. Hehe.. She got me a chocolate from M&amp;amp;S too! So sweet of her to do so. I am quite shocked, surprised and paiseh at the same time cos i didn't expect her to do that. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we got really excited and started chatting abt how our reactions would be when our bfs are home. Nvm the fact tt we are meeting them on Sat, but we are going to get crazy on Fri night i think! Both of us are having classes on Friday night and we concluded that although we will be physically in class, but our souls are already elsewhere! Wahaha.. And i juz knew that when i go class on Fri my classmates will think that i am crazy. -.-"' At least i know i won't be the only one, Rach will be crazy too! Hahaha.. Yup and the won't be able to fall asleep on the Fri night's part. Keke.. We will behave like a bunch of hua chi girls. *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend will be home in exactly 2 days' time. Would like to express my thanks to the following ppl who helped me in one way or another thru tis tough period of time (for me): Rachel, Jing, Serene, Sis, BC and BH, Lydia-jie, Jean, Shu Hui, Mummy and Daddy and Meishan. Thank you ppl!! A huge hug and loads of kisses to u all!! *muackzzzz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114188670456497047?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114188670456497047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114188670456497047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114188670456497047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114188670456497047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/tues-i-did-not-have-class-so-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114131722849319137</id><published>2006-03-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:39:17.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things are clarified, hence the previous post was deleted. :D Hubby is coming home FINALLY! Tmr he will be sailing back to Sg. I am so looking forward to seeing him, to hold hands with him, to feel his arms placed on my shoulders in a protective manner, to be in his arms once again and to kiss him. Basically i juz miss him! Also looking foward to the huge amount of stuffs he bought for me in BKK + a bag from China (he said the bag's ex -_-"'). He is such a sweetie. I told him i wanted a bag, he couldn't find any nice ones in BKK so he bought me a nice one from China. Awww... I trust his taste cos he always has excellent taste (at least to me :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, it will be like 9 days i can't hear from him. T.T Nvm, me and Rach will keep each other company. We will wait (excitedly) for our bfs to return. We made it Rach! I feel so proud for the both of us! *beams* Hope the guys return to Sg safe and sound. I will be waiting for u hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114131722849319137?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114131722849319137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114131722849319137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114131722849319137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114131722849319137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-are-clarified-hence-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114115488512793639</id><published>2006-03-01T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T04:35:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dunno wat i am doing, still not asleep at this weird hour.. Probably too excited for hubby to come home. He called yest afternoon, he had reached China. In the space of 12 hours, he called me 4 times which i greatly appreciate and i am so so touched. We talked abt our plans when he returns. We are going for some good food (finally! i haven't had one since last week), cycling at ECP and basically juz holding hands and enjoy each other's company. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and all the others onboard the ship muz be trembling with cold right now. It is 12 degree celcius in Guangxi. He told me he's wearing a set of clothes, his coverall and his jacket but he still feels v cold. My poor hubby. *sobs* -heart pain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114115488512793639?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114115488512793639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114115488512793639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114115488512793639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114115488512793639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dunno-wat-i-am-doing-still-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114105029352590352</id><published>2006-02-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:24:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lied. I am not well at all, totally not well. I hate him for putting me through all these shit. Juz now when i was changing my hamster Becky's bedding, i feel v sad for her, cos she's juz too thin. I worried that she might leave me anytime, i knew i definately would cry. Then my mum will scold me for bringing Becky home and taking care of her when in the first place, i shouldn't. I feel so sad and helpless, he's not here to comfort me. Pls God, dun let my hamster die before he returns, if not i dunno what to do and i will even hate him. Pls let my hamster live for juz 3 more weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114105029352590352?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114105029352590352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114105029352590352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114105029352590352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114105029352590352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-lied_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114101376554594551</id><published>2006-02-27T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:25:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a great Saturday nite with Rach. We went to Tea Shake Hut for dinner, also my 1st meal of the day.. Hoho.. We talked abt so many things and realized we have alot in common. Though it's my first time meeting her and i felt v shy, but i still think i talked quite a great deal. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun morning me and sis went for Mac Breakfast but we ended up with lunch cos we reached there at 10:59am on the dot. There were still soooo many ppl queueing for their breakfast but they changed their menus at 11am sharp.. Wtf.. *pissed* I ended up with the chicken rice burger and sis had double cheese burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home then came out to meet Tang and BC for lunch at Hougang Mall. Let's juz say the 3 of us had a great day together. Tang and i taught BC how to play daidee. After tt we went to have Long John for dinner. When Tang took out the money from his wallet he panicked cos his wallet was empty and he would not haf any money to eat when he went to base the next day. I pitied him and promptly took out the $4 in my wallet and gave it to him. He accepted and BC was so shocked bcos he actually took my money. LOL! Actually i felt abit bad bcos Rach footed my bill for me on Sat and told me to keep my money for my future meals.. Then i gave $4 to Ah Hong.. *blush* But then he really so ke lian mah.. As usual BC went off early to book in and Tang sent me home. On the way home Tang told me some things abt hubby that made me laugh so hard! It's really nice to spend time with ppl closed to hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114101376554594551?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114101376554594551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114101376554594551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114101376554594551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114101376554594551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-great-saturday-nite-with-rach.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114085694892386319</id><published>2006-02-25T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:47:48.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 4 40 pm now and i hasn't had any breakfast nor lunch nor anything solid in my mouth. I dun feel like eating, all i wan to do is to hear his voice. All i wan to do is to weep in his arms and not have to worry abt anything else. Tt's all i wanna do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114085694892386319?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114085694892386319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114085694892386319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114085694892386319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114085694892386319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-4-40-pm-now-and-i-hasnt-had-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114084493421893687</id><published>2006-02-25T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:44:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I forgot everyone elses have their own lives to lead. Tang and BC have their own bunch of frens and THEIR own lives as well. We won't be able to meet up today and tis made me abit depressed as hubby and i meet up with them every weekend. Being with them juz feels like the routine is not broken though dear is not around AND it actually made me happy. I'm always looking forward to the weekends. But right now i juz feel so depressed i even skip class... Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I called sis but even she is busy too. Oh well, i guess i juz have to entertain myself. And today is Day 5... I need to hear his voice badly. Argh!! The thought of him not being able to call me bcos he won't be able to dock at the China port and hence won't be able to buy international calling card upsets me alot. T.T *pathetic Ying whimpers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114084493421893687?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114084493421893687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114084493421893687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114084493421893687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114084493421893687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-forgot-everyone-elses-have-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114066492751110393</id><published>2006-02-23T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:22:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a long chat with Rach on msn yest. Funny we can talk abt so many things though it's like we hardly know each other. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cross-stitch for hubby is under progress again. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114066492751110393?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114066492751110393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114066492751110393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114066492751110393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114066492751110393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-long-chat-with-rach-on-msn-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114058651099737453</id><published>2006-02-22T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:38:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ha. See? I did this quiz and see what i got? I've really changed. :D Hubby can have no more complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Window Shopper!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/window-shopper.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that shopping's a blast, but you prefer to save your moneyYou hardly ever give into an impulse buy, unless it's a total stealYou've always got the most money of your friends - and you never have to borrowAnd you've got a nice wardrobe too ... of classic pieces that last years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Shopaholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanna find out abt yourself? Take the quiz here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/"&gt;http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/&lt;/a&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/8299164-114058651099737453?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114058651099737453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114058651099737453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114058651099737453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114058651099737453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114040527519231664</id><published>2006-02-20T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T04:36:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was great fun. We had our favourite lecturer in the whole sch for Guiding Behaviour! Woohoo! And the class was loads of fun. :D After sch, i went to BC's house, Hong was also there. I read the papers and my novel (PS, I Love You by Cecilia Adhern) while the 2 guys paid full concentration to their game. They ended their game abt 7 30 and by then the 3 of us were bored stiff, doing channel surfing. I had a game of Sky Force on BC's n-gage. I missed playing the game ever since hubby left for sailing. Update later, hubby called!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok so hubby called me and i am a happy idiot right now. As i was saying before, Hong, BC and i were bored stiff channel surfing so we went for our dinner slightly after 8pm. We ate the ban mian at Hougang Green. I only ate half a bowl as hubby called and we chatted, not to mention that the guys ate waaaay faster then me. After the guys finished their drinks they were all staring at me to hurry up. I decided to forsake my bowl of noodles as it was soggy by this time, Hong really disapproved and asked me to ate somemore but i didn't feel like it. He kept lecturing me later on how little i ate. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We returned to BC's house to continue our channel surfing. -_- BC then suggested to play this game on playstation 2, it involved firing at ghosts.. It muz be really frightening cos the 3 of us ended up squeezing together on an armchair with me grabbing on to Hong's t-shirt. Wahaha.. By 10 30 the game was still going on but i wanted to go off already cos hubby told me he will called at 11pm and i wanted to go home and wait for his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday morning i went to k-lunch with the 2 guys, my sis, Shu Hui and Meixiu. After that i went off to meet Cindy and Eileen cos we are going over to Shanru's 21st bday bbq. Happy 21st piggy!! All the best to u babe! I didn't stay long as i have some things to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to bed at 11pm cos i was very tired but i couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed waiting for hubby to call. At 12pm, he hasn't. I got up and decided to read my novel instead. I didn't want to put down the book as exhausted as i was cos i wanted to wait for hubby to call. He finally did, at 1am. After hearing his voice, i cried and cried. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He told me he misses me, miss holding my hands, miss us cycling together at ECP and even dreams abt me at night. :D i cried even harder after hearing him said all these. -_-"' I hope the sergents dun tekan him until so bad! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh one last thing, i had enough of toxic friend for a week, i am so scared of her. Pls dun ever comtemplate of killing urself again, u're only making us worried and scared. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114040527519231664?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114040527519231664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114040527519231664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114040527519231664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114040527519231664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-was-great-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-114018743546294739</id><published>2006-02-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:43:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart is bleeding - For the past 5 days ever since i first heard the unbelivable news. It is bleeding exceptionally hard today, simply bcos today is the last day. However i didn't cry, not bcos i do not want to, but i felt numb and i have no more teears left to shed. I'm leaving behind a group of lovely children who have grown accustomed to me, and me to them. G. who likes to sit on my legs, J. who wants me to carry her or else she would cry, C. who always comes to me, L. whenever she needs comforting and D. who always comes and sit next to me. After goodbye song today, Chloe came and hugged me. Little did she know that i will not return on Monday. -sigh- Denise's maid is actually quite sad to see me leaving. Of cos there are parents who can't wait to see me leave. Heh. Like J.'s grandma, no need to pretend. Pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dragged my tired feet and bleeding heart to class. In class i spoke the minimal and only when necessary. Some of my classmates who saw me can tell that i was upset about something and asked me what's wrong. I told them. Of cos those who knew were very encouraging - Jermaine, Zarine, Annette and May. Thanx girls! They encouraged me to find another job and pick myself up. I know i need to do that, but not now, i am just too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The worse of everything is the boyfriend's not here for me. I think i have made up my mind. It's either u stay in my life permanently, or u leave it permanently. I hate changes, more than anything else. It juz makes me more depressed. I know this is simply nt ur fault, but neither is it mine. How do u think i feel when you spent 2 days with me and went out of my life for 5 days? I hate it. How do you think i feel when i so DESPERATELY need to tell u something as big as gotten sacked?? I sent u a fucking sms which u fucking cannot read, give u a call which u fucking cannot answer? Nvm abt auto-roaming, it doesn't help much. You ask me to wait 3 years, i simply cannot wait. My world is already too unstable for this kind of unwanted emotional changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Would like to express my thanks to the following ppl for this whole week: Meishan for taking such gd care of me on Mon, Sis for listening to me and rushing home to accompany me, Fel who heard my croaky crying voice on the phone and sent me comforting sms-es, Jean for simply her presence and company, Jing for lending a listening ear, a bowl of udon noodles, her company and giving me a fantastic pedicure :D, Rachel my new found fren who is also in the same boat as me (except she didn't get sacked) and lastly my parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-114018743546294739?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/114018743546294739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=114018743546294739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114018743546294739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/114018743546294739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-heart-is-bleeding-for-past-5-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113990120504899722</id><published>2006-02-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:13:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hungry, desperate and hopeless. This is my world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113990120504899722?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113990120504899722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113990120504899722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113990120504899722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113990120504899722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/hungry-desperate-and-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113924370213808088</id><published>2006-02-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:35:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my hubby so much it hurts. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113924370213808088?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113924370213808088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113924370213808088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113924370213808088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113924370213808088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss-my-hubby-so-much-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113913430352958559</id><published>2006-02-05T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:22:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hubby went sailing on Fri. T.T Lots of ppl stood by me during this time. Guess wat? I'm at his buddy, BC's house along with Ah Hong. Met the kind souls for lunch at Hougang Green's Long John. Yest Serene offered her house to me and we talked till the wee hours. Even my parents tried to drag me out of the house. Haha! Thanx ppl!! *muack muack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote hubby a letter every day. It's Lydia-jie and uncle Jon's idea. :D Won't be counting down the days till his return cos it will only make me miss him more. In the mean time, i'm trying to lead my "single" life HAPPILY waiting for his return. I am sure that's wat hubby wants too. Rite dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/world1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that the most gorgeous pic?? It's drawn by Hong Ting and the words are by Fel. The 5 of us... :D Frens forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113913430352958559?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113913430352958559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113913430352958559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113913430352958559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113913430352958559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/02/hubby-went-sailing-on-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113785065852661234</id><published>2006-01-21T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:46:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Omg, this is me and Dear's Bangkok trip. Finally right? Hahaha.. This will be split in to a few parts cos there are too many pictures and too many things to write. I will try my best to write everything i can remember as this trip was 1 mth+ back. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 - 5/12/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the morning, Dear, Dad, Mum and i set off for Changi Airport. Dad is kind enuf to drove us there as he said we brought so many luggages and it will be v inconvenient for us to take the train. The 4 of us had breakfast at the airport after which dad helped and directed us to the check-in place. We were then left alone to wait for our flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As this was our first ever trip oversea, taking a plane somemore, Dear and i didn't know what to do. Somehow we managed to check in but left even our Thai bahts and all valuables inside the luggages to be transported over to the Thailand airport!! *faints* We were so worried bcos we had 800+ worth of Sing dollars among the check-in luggages. So silly me and dearie walked around Changi Airport with 2 water bottles and a waist pouch which contained our passports. Of cos no photos were taken prior to departure bcos the camera, with all the valuables were checked-in. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We spent a huge amount of time on the plane worrying abt our money and other valuables. The only gd thing was i was sitting at the window seat so dearie and i could look out the window at the clouds to distract ourselves a little. The food was not v gd ( we flew by Garuda Airway) and the service quite lousy as one stewardess refused to lend us a pen to fill in our arrival forms. *pissed* In the end we borrowed the pen from the ang moh sitting beside us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So as u have guessed correctly we couldn't wait to get off the plane once we landed cos we couldn't wait to get back our valuables (esp the money). We practically rushed to the check-in counter. The queue was really long and we were both worried as we were at least half an hour late meeting our hostess and scared that she had already left without us. Thankfully we passed the check-in counter, got our passports stamped and got back our luggages from the conveyor belt!! Once checking that we had our Thai bahts, wallets and camera all safely with us, we rushed to the crowded Thai airport in search of our Thai hostess. Thankfully she was there waiting for us! Her name was Joy and was extremely nice (as were almost all Thais). She brought us to our van and drivers to drove us to our hotel and we arranged to go to the Ah Gua show with her at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally on the van got back our precious cam right? Take pictures. Haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on van to the hotel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drivers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the streets of Bangkok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We finally reached our hotel half an hour later. Our hotel is sooo far away from the airport! Despite the driver drove at abt 120km/hr, we reached the hotel only half an hour later! We tipped our drivers and proceeded to the hotel for check-in. The idiotic Arnoma Hotel which we were staying at made us pay 1200 baht per pax as deposit!! We were only be able to get it back after we checked-out. So it's 2400 baht gone without doing anything.. *so freaking angry!* The incident spoilt my mood quite badly and i was cranky, constantly snapping at poor dearie who was juz as innocent as me. *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas pictures drawn by children displayed at the hotel lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With our luggages in tow, we went up to our room. Excited, i whipped out the camera again. Our hotel was in the town area which means right opposite us we have the WTC, to the left an extremely high class shopping mall like Paragon and to the right a shopping mall v much like our own Hougang Mall called Big C! It's so convenient we could get almost anything there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big C is behind the curtains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After stowing our stuffs away (at least it was for dear, i merely opened any available cupboards and dump my things inside), we went for some sightseeing. First stop being the Pratunam Market as i have heard many gd reviews from podders abt that place selling nice and cheap stuffs. We walked to Pratunam Market with the help of our BKK map. Outside the entrance, we were stopped by this uncle talking nonsensical things to us ( an overly friendly Thai?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally we got inside Pratunam Market and i was so disappointed by the place!! Firstly i think it stank, secondly almost 90% of the stores were not open and thirdly i couldn't seem to find anything nice there. The shoes were either the last pair or does not have my size. Argh. However dear managed to buy 3 shirts that were extemely cheap and nice (thanks to our bargaining skills) and we bought Ah Hong his elephant sovenior. The person was so kind she threw in a couple of elephants as gifts for us. :D First time bargain so abit scared. Hurhur.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On our way back, we couldn't find the correct exit and ended up at a dead end. That was when we decided to take a tuk-tuk back. A tuk-tuk is juz like a taxi except it's open air (extremely windy! I like!) and much cheaper to go around in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on tuk tuk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went back to our hotel room to drop off our purchases and went to the nearby 7-11 to purchased two huge bottles of mineral water to put in our room's mini fridge. By the time we were done, it was pretty late and we were supposed to meet Joy 7pm at our hotel lobby to be brought to the Ah Gua show. We quickly headed out to Big C for dinner. Had Chester's Grill bcos it was cheap and delicious (with 2400 baht gone on the 1st day we couldn't afford to eat anything nice *sad*). Anyway the fish steaks with rice we had was really really nice not to mention cheap!! The set meals came with 2 Pepsis and soup. The food there was so cheap and value for money we felt that food in SG are so sinfully expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz outside our hotel (it's the Christmas season!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid. Hehehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me while waiting for our food &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/640/DSCN3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/133/9309/320/DSCN3050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner @ Chester's Grill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With some time left, we explored Big C abit before going back to the hotel lobby to wait for Joy. We were abt 5 minutes late cos we under estimated the time. -___- Stay tune for the Ah Gua show and Day 2 of our BKK trip! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Btw, today is Ying Chun and her hubby Spencer's ROM. Congrats newlyweds!! Hope Ying Chun u will be xinfu forever!! So happy happy for her!! Dunno when will be my turn.. Wahaha.. :X Ok going to wake dearie up cos we r going out to catch I Not Stupid Too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113785065852661234?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113785065852661234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113785065852661234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113785065852661234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113785065852661234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/bangkok-1.html' title='Bangkok 1'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113739877212041947</id><published>2006-01-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:06:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay hubby got me my dream phone SE k750i!! Now i can proudly cancel it off from my wishlist. *sniggers* Actually i juz casually mentioned to him that i wanted a new phone cos the old one's speakers are spoilt (tt is over the phone you can hear my voice but i can't hear yours! Argh). Then he readily agreed which i think is so rare and sweet of him to do so! *lub* We both signed new lines with Singtel. Hee.. All i can say is: I love my new phone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's going to be away for 2 weeks juz like BMT. -sigh- Well i'm definately going to take care of myself and not let him worry abt me. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Job is going on well.. I've been "demoted" to being the assistant teacher (i insisted to be cos i lack the experience, wahaha..). The children and i are going on quite well and i must say that this is the first job which i throughly enjoy myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is important: Cos all my contacts are stored in my old phone and it is spoilt, i cannot transfer the contacts from the old phone to the new one. Frens pls pls send me ur handphone/house number to my number (9384 ****) with ur name so i can save u in my phone. Thank u v much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113739877212041947?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113739877212041947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113739877212041947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113739877212041947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113739877212041947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-hubby-got-me-my-dream-phone-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113680114669398662</id><published>2006-01-09T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:57:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wat's the best thing abt being a pre-sch educator?? Hmm.. Last time to me might be bcos i think they are cute.. But i realised today that it is a v different story. It's actually hearing them speak their first word!! I was absolutely over the moon today when i heard Charlene uttered her first word in sch today, saying bye bye to her fellow classmate! This was the first time i heard her saying anything in class! I remembered on the first day she came to the centre being v shy and hiding behind her dad all the time. It gradually progressed from day 2 onwards she begin jumping in joy and smiling but still not uttering a single word. I was getting pretty worried and u can imagine how relieved i was when i heard her speak her first words today! My greatest satisfaction. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear brought home a fucking terrible news. He'll be going sailing after CNY for 5 weeks! 5 fucking weeks!! Wat am i going to do?! Right now i juz feel like wailing at the top of my voice. Cry and cry until i fall asleep. T.T All i can think of right now is i hate Navy, SAF, the gov. Thank u v much, send me to jail. Pui. My world is already half-empty... Oh no the thought of it gathers tears in my eyes, i'm such a useless fool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113680114669398662?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113680114669398662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113680114669398662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113680114669398662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113680114669398662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/wats-best-thing-abt-being-pre-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113645813306815589</id><published>2006-01-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:56:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oops v sorry for tis extremely belated post cos i am REALLY busy. Sigh. Btw, Happy Belated New Yr everyone, may all have a great 2006 ahead! Wanted to blog abt my Bangkok trip actually, but dear's keyboard is abit weird weird.. Hello time to change a new keyboard dearie! Haiz actually also not much time to blog with so many things on hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wat's new? Busy with assignments. T.T Got a new job and they &lt;strong&gt;insisted&lt;/strong&gt; on making me the head teacher instead of the asst., no doubt using my &lt;em&gt;qualification&lt;/em&gt;. Bleah. I'm so busy drowning in my job cos of lack (100x lack actually) of experience to do anything else... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank u for listening and being there for me dear, uncle (Jon), Daddy, sister and Fel. Xie xie ni men!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lousy start in sch for 2006. Our Social Development lecturer is juz a tiny tweeny weeny little bit better then Adelyn the "Cognitive lecturer". Plssssss let us have a nice Physical Development lecturer tmr for a change!! *prays extremely hard* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lousy start at home as mum's menopause does seem to be getting worse (which explains why i'm seeking refuge in dear's house right tis moment). Sigh. I'm O so tired cos i dunno how to make her feel better.. The best thing like Fel says, is to avoid stepping on her toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all, i'm getting back to my studies. *burried in the world of Laura Berk* Snorffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113645813306815589?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113645813306815589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113645813306815589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113645813306815589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113645813306815589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2006/01/oops-v-sorry-for-tis-extremely-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113342931444307025</id><published>2005-12-01T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T20:13:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dadada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm tired and i'm sick despite the fact that i'll be leaving for Bangkok in 4 days' time with my Dear, JJ. Serve me right for stuffing my face with calamari at last night's Fish &amp; Co. outing, busily clearing everybody's platters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed out busy reading FP's All About Bangkok thread sourcing for info on where to get the best money changing deal, where to shop and eat. I'm doing all these research all by myself cos dear is away in camp. :S It's driving me nuts, i have to cram 94 pages of info within 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last entry before i fly to Bangkok!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri (25/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to collect my iPod Nano at Plaza Sing, GV's head office. Happy occassion muz celebrate rite? So i went to Tanah Merah to fetch dear for his bookout. We wanted to visit the tour agencies at Chinatown Point to source for packages for our holiday plans so we headed off to Bugis for Fish &amp;amp; Co (again?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky bitch with the iPod Nano she won&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I gave the iPod Nano to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a Christmas pressie. He's the rightful owner of it now!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As we were v v hungry already, we ordered baguatte (5 pieces of garlic bread) first to fill our stomachs temporary. At first after the waittress served the plain bread with this greeny sauce i thought of vomit. XD Heck, i gave it a try since common sense tells me Fish &amp; Co. doesn't serve vomit to their customers. Skeptical, i dip my bread gingerly into the bowl of sauce and took a bite. It was DELICIOUS i swear!!! After tt i spread as much sauce as i can onto my bread and even dip my prawns into them! It was yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this greeny ugly thing is yummy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;By the time we reached People's Park Complex it's already 9+pm and most of the tour agencies were closed. Hubby and i juz walked around looking at all the "da zi bao" pasted on their windows comparing the prices to Bangkok and KL. After reading all the da zi baos, we took the NEL from Chinatown Point home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Chinatown Point &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat (26/11/05)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went to Plaza Sing before class to return the novel i'd rented from San Bookshop. The mall was crowded with children cos Looney Tunes came!! Whee!! Heng i brought my digi cam along ( i bring it anywhere LOL) and i snapped and snapped at those cuties on stage. I'm nice, so i share. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looney Tunes performing on stage @ Plaza Sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then it was off to class. Bleah. Upon reaching, i saw a cute lil girl sitting at the row of tables which i usually shared with Yati, Annie and Carol. The lil girl turned out to be Nabilah, Yati's 3 yrs 2 mths old daughter, brought to class for our Child Observation purpose.. Hehe.. Thanx Yati!! So i sat way behind with Annie cos our row was occupied with Nabilah and her maid. The gal bought brown paper bags from Concourse to make paper puppets for children in her class. She taught me and i helped to fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie folding brown paper bags for making paper puppets &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When she entered the class, everybody go woooooo, waaaahhh and ahhhhhh:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Zarine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Juz for ur info, she usually came to class not dressed up like that but in her jeans and a tee with glasses. We had a longer break time, mingled around and found out that i was officially the youngest in the class!! Wahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then after class resumed Jenny our lecturer brought us to somewhere (i dunno where -_-"') for our practical. We were supposed to observe Nabilah blowing bubbles and all that and did a running record. We were all :S after the observation. I swear that was the one time i wrote like a mad woman and my handwriting were at it's messiest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hubby came to meet me after class and we were off to People's Park Complex to find out more from the tour agencies. This time round we were able to get more info as the agencies' doors were thrown wide open and we could juz go in and get whatever brouchures we need. Anyway, there's this SUPER duper rude lady in one of the agency and she kept going: " Need to pay one leh u know (or something like tt)". Hubby and i were super pissed so we didn't ask for further info. Like we didn't know go oversea muz pay, siao. *rolls eyes* Finally Famosa's friendly ppl and kind explanations got us interested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was off to Meishan and JY's house for steamboat dinner after that. By the time we arrived, it was 7+pm and his parents were leaving already. -_- Hubby and i finished off all the food. :P He insisted on taking pics of fat rabbit since we haven't seen it for a long time already. I think fat rabbit hates me as i spanked him once for urinating everywhere. -_- I remembered tt time hubby was angry with me and fat rabbit sorta "cry"(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat rabbit :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues (29/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Famosa to purchase tix for our 3D 2N Bangkok trip (finally!). After upgrading of hotel and everything, we paid $800+ for the trip. Flying by Garunda.. Bleah. Guess muz be the peak period so we had to pay so much ba.. Anyway had Lor Mee before heading to class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;La brought finger puppets to class!! There's Itchy Insect (everyone's favourite), Cuddly Caterpillar and a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20012.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly or Chucky Caterpillar? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then given group work to do. The group work was pretty easy, we juz had to refer to our notes. :P We finished everything off early then started to chit-chat. As La was sitting next to me, naturally we took out the finger puppets to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La holding up the jellyfish &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Itchy Insect!! Everybody's favourite. Haha! Jermaine was messing around with it, dressing it up as a bandict holding a penknife, let it became a book&lt;em&gt;worm&lt;/em&gt; and letting it hold a melody soft toy. -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette and Jermaine with Itchy Insect!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy Insect wearing glasses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113342931444307025?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113342931444307025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113342931444307025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113342931444307025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113342931444307025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/12/dadada.html' title='dadada'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113290553254560855</id><published>2005-11-26T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T15:58:52.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baddy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow hasn't updated in a week. Well firstly, i wanna SLAP MYSELF!!! I've forgotten to wish Jermaine a Happy Birthday. Shit me. I have a memory of an ah ma. I remembered sometime on the 13th or 14th tis mth that Jermaine's birthday will be on the 19th. I reminded myself that i WILL msg her a happy birthday on tt v day. Then u know i forgot abt it lah. Until the 22nd then i remember her birthday's over!! Wah lao i dunno wat kind of fren i am man! That time Cindy's bday also like that, wanna wish her on the very day but forgot abt it on the day itself and suddenly remember 1 or 2 days later. Argh! Too ashamed to face them right now and hence i shall make an apology to them on my blog. I knew Jermaine will be reading tis. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to u, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birdday to Jermaine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Burpday to u~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for ur pressie, u will receive $20 from me to buy watever u wan! Hee.. Sorry gal... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, worried about my bloody hell assignmentS. Whoever planned our modules' time-table is really not right up there in the head. Hope hubby can clear leave to accompany me thru tis rough patch. T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Wed i went back to Precious Thots @ Raffles Place to work part-time on request by Wendi. Saw Celeste there, she's working with Wendi now, Claris quitted. Anyway i helped to wrap two Debbi plush for a customer. Thankfully i still know how to gift-wrapped. Then the stock arrived. As it's Christmas time, boxes and cartons all reached at the same time, they're like mountains. We did the stock and i helped Wendi and Celeste to clear spaces for the new stock. After we're done, the whole place is &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; filled with cartons with barely enough space for the customers to walk. *shakes head* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loads of goodies have arrived in the shop!! Precious Moments' 2006 calendar, chinese horoscope figurines, memo pads, notebooks, photo albums blah blah blah (u name it, they have it)... Debbi furry pencil case, cosmetic pouch all screaming &lt;b&gt;take me home&lt;/b&gt;!! Argh. Wendi was commenting to Celeste that my control level now was quite gd already and then i went ahead and bought something from the shop. It's juz the 1st day i stepped into the shop can?? Anyway, that is not juz for me, it's for hubby as well. I hope he likes my little surprise later!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, i've won an iPod Nano!! It's a promotion from Golden Village. Apparently u book movie ticket(s) online and pay via eNETS (ibanking), u stand a chance to win an iPod Nano. The lucky draw will be held on every Monday. Having absolutely no idea that there was tis promotion going on, i booked tix for dear, BC, Ah Hong and myself to the Harry Potter movie via eNETS last Sat afternoon. Yest nite i received an email saying i've won an iPod Nano!! How lucky am i?? It's the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; time i paid my movie tix using eNETS (or booking any tix online for that matter) and then i've won something! To confirm that tis was not a scam, i went to their website and indeed saw that there was this promo. I also went and double-checked the address on the webby and the one stated on my email. Everything fits and i guess it's not a scam afterall.. Going down to collect my prize later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How come i booked my Harry Potter tix online?? Normally dear booked our movie tix via AXS. Cos it's &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt; my dear readers! I knew loads of ppl will be buying tix to it asap and b4 u knew it, they're all sold out. How can i passed up the chance to watch the movie i've been waiting for sooooo long?? I promised myself i muz watch it on Sat nite, MUZ!!! Plus i wanna watch the movie with gd seats (Harry Potter gets me crazy). So the kiasu and gan jiong me booked online lor, though it's the F row but still, it's waaay better then the A row. I quickly finished up the work in the shop (sway sway tt day got alot of ppl come) then went home and on my comp to book the tix. For that i was late for class. *blush* That's how Harry Potter is important to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie was sorta rotten, i'm v disappointed with it. Was fuming and seething with rage at the director after watching the movie (still upset with it now). Nvm, at least it won me an iPod Nano. Thinking back GV should reward me lah, cos i've swear by GV!! Everytime ppl or my sis visited Shaw House or which ever cinema, i'll tell them that i prefer GV leh (with their nachos *blush*). Even though some cinemas have watever promotions like u can get ur movie tix cheaper BUT me and dear still went to GV for every single movie we watch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok i shall stop blogging already!! I know u all also read until sian right? I wanna chat with my Missy Qiqi already!! Miss her man. Byes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113290553254560855?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113290553254560855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113290553254560855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113290553254560855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113290553254560855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/11/baddy-me.html' title='Baddy me'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113227719063407244</id><published>2005-11-19T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:45:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last nite i was online from 12am to 3am chatting on MSN with Qiqi and Serene. I like chatting to Qiqi and i like chatting to Serene. Chatting to both of them at the same time = Bliss. Wahaha.. Anyway after Serene went to bed i was still chatting to Qiqi and i burst out!! I rant and rant abt something, the poor gal had to console me. Anyway i felt better after ranting everything out. Thanx Qiqi! *muackz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay dad is coming home at 12am today!! The house felt so empty w/o him. As for sis, i'm used to her not living in the house already.. Hehe.. Oh sis bought me a pink mechanical pencil! I love it! Juz to let u know, i'm using it in class. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so NOT looking forward to tmr afternoon's lesson with Jenny. I hate not having notes for my modules. Wth! I'm not the sort who can write and listen at the same time and she makes us write our own notes! Wtf! Within 1 hr Annie and I wanted to sleep already, it doesn't help tt her voice sounded like a lullaby. Getting worried as Child Observation is a VERY IMPORTANT module! Argh! Sucky Sat ahead. The only wonderful thing? Meeting dear after that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113227719063407244?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113227719063407244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113227719063407244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113227719063407244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113227719063407244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/11/ranting_18.html' title='Ranting'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113169813122189792</id><published>2005-11-12T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:53:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmm... Okok i'm lazy. Supposed to blog abt tt bball session with dear, Hong and BC. Anyway nothing much to blog abt lah, juz tt we're still army siao. I call Hong and BC Whiskey and Sispec respectively (Hong is a chao recruit in Whiskey coy and BC is in Sispec muahahaha). So the bball session was all abt army stuffs lah, i tried to throw the bball into the hoop but didn't succeed so irritating Hong kept asking me: " IS THIS THE BEST U CAN DO?!" Hmph! Idiot... I chased him till i was damn tired b4 i stopped playing. I didn't play much bball cos chasing him ard the court is enuf to exhaust me. Ya and also i teased him abt his shoes like Ah Pek's ones and he asked me whether i bought my shoes from Cerisi. Argh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went to Hougang Green's Pao Pao Cha cos hubby says wanna eat and i also wanna eat lah. Wahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So then i got the 3 botaks to pose for tis pic. My dream pic can?? Always wanted to take a pic of the 3 botaks together. Ok i think i'm mad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding Tian Li Di!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wats wrong with Hong in the foto?? Beats me. He has alot of these weird weird faces. Maybe one day i can blackmail him with even funnier ones!! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh we caught Tom Yum Goong too! V nice touching movie ah!! Action-packed (which the guys like) and sentimental (which i like). So tis movie is a muz watch for couples!! The elephants and Kham's (Tony Jaa) r/s in the show is sooo touching!! T_T Makes me wan to tear... I ask hubby can i buy elephant or nt after watching tt show and of cos u know the ans lah. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok me and mum is rushing to go eat dinner now and after that i'm off to class... for a new module! Woohoo~ So looking forward to it man! Miss Lalita (hasn't met her in weeks cos she's exempted from Child Development *sad* )lots. Later i'll have free "supper" from the ladies again. Annie and i like to chew on our snacks while the lecturer is yakking away. Muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seeing hubby tonite! Yay! Speaking of family, can my sister &lt;b&gt;Lin Shi Ting (Joyce)&lt;/b&gt; pls come home asap?? At least gif us some news lah, or i tot u went missing. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113169813122189792?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113169813122189792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113169813122189792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113169813122189792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113169813122189792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/11/bball.html' title='Bball'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113145999600433090</id><published>2005-11-09T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:53:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally i finished my paper! Child Development! Moving on to a new module on Fri. How time flies, i've already finished 3 modules in total.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Lecturer Fong Peng doesn't call me up, if she did i'm dead meat cos i have to re-do the paper!! So pls pls dun let me hear from her man!! *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Annie Chew for lending me her mouse tape AND waiting for me to finish my paper before going home together. Mind u, we dun even take the same train home! It's such a bliss to have such gd fren. *Sigh* Am v v touched.. Keke.. Not foretting the chocs she always brings to class to share with me! Hoho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113145999600433090?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113145999600433090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113145999600433090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113145999600433090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113145999600433090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/11/relieve.html' title='Relieve'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113089469202964323</id><published>2005-11-03T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:00:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PM Signing Event 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah ma is packing her stuff while i'm typing tis. She's going over to Ah pek's house to stay cos dad will be going to China for 2 weeks soon and nobody in the house can take proper care of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually felt abit sad? I used to dislike her staying over 1 mth ago.. She shared my room (no privacy), asked me where i was going EVERY SINGLE TIME (drives me crazy) and it's hard for us to have a conversation ( generation gap). Juz as i was beginning to adjust to her presence in the house, she's going away again.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lecturer Fong Peng told us on our first lecture: Be nice to the person when he/she is still alive because you won't have any regrets when he/she leaves u, u won't be too sad/disappointed. That's how i'm feeling now, sad cos i nv did my part as a granddaughter? Haiz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok i'm supposed to blog abt the Precious Moments' Signing Event me, JJ, Fel and Jack attended last Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JJ and i was super late cos we'd been trying v hard to find the figurine's box, thanx to dad who took out all the styrafoms and flattened every single box. *pissed* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fel and i behaved like little girls upon receiving the piece of paper printed with all the figurines launched on that day, squealing with excitement. LOL. Our botaks, on the other hand, were more interested in the free buffet provided. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Headed to the signing event 1st, saw our lemmings!! I was so excited i took pics, and so were other ppl. We joined the queue for Gene Freedman to sign our figurines. Both Fel and i brought along the first figurines our botaks bought for us. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was actually feeling pretty nervous lah, to meet the great man himself (though tis is not the 1st time..). He looked way better than the other time, healthier i supposed, cos last yr he was coughing away while signing the figs. =/ So when it was my turn we shook hands, he signed my fig and then JJ took a pic of him and me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Mr Gene &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel, Mr Gene and me with our figs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met the PM mascots!! Although i knew whose inside the costumes cos i worked in the organisation before, but i still feel v excited cos the mascots are so cute!!! Me and Fel queued up to take pics with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Loads of ppl commented that i look like a kiddie beside the mascots (short and tiny lah). Bleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM mascots and Me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fe and me with the mascots &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear bought me this at the signing event: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together Is The Best Place to Be *nod nod* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While paying for the figurine at the cashier, i met her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara, Thomson Plaza's 1st in-charge and me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I also saw Wendi and Auntie Agnes at the signing event. Wanted to take a pic with Wendi but she was extremely busy and anyway if she was caught i think she will get a scolding from Mike Chew the GM. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After Fel and Jack left for Fish &amp; Co., Hubby and i stayed for free lunch! LOL! The buffet was great, i think we had 2 rounds each. LMAO. Cheapo us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While eating saw alot of familiar faces, all ex-collegues and bosses. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/640/Picture%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/101/1787/320/Picture%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our FOC lunch. wahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup tt's abt all. Yest Dear booked out and we played bball with Hong and BC. Lazy to upload the pics, shall update later in the week. I'm still feeling depressed that Ah Ma's moving later in the afternoon. Bleah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113089469202964323?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113089469202964323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113089469202964323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113089469202964323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113089469202964323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/11/pm-signing-event-2005.html' title='PM Signing Event 2005'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113037744647348294</id><published>2005-10-28T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:13:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oops sorry, tis is the ECP entry i promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15/10/05&lt;/strong&gt;, i finally dragged my lazy ass to ECP with dear AND i actually cycled! Woohoo~ It's so fun to cycle, long time didn't cycle already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think my cycling skills have improve, hubby thought the same. Yay! We cycled alot, to Bedok Jetty (our usual muz stop place) and we wanted to cycle to the other end of ECP which we have not managed to explore yet but no time. Bleah. next time ok dear? Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bedok Jetty &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby *lub*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;New discovery! We spotted a huge castle in the middle of ECP. Curious, we took a look. The castle actually acts as a store room for tools used to build sand castles. Nearby, a family built a really nice, enormous sand castle. *drools*  I couldn't resist taking photo with tis magnificent sight (the store room castle). Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After we returned our bikes, we strolled along the joggers' pathway to on our way to cross the underpass. Saw tis huge rock facing the sea and hubby and i decided to climb onto it. Actually i think hubby sorta pulled me up the rock cos i couldn't climb.  -_-"' We chatted and enjoyed the scenery there all the way till sunset when we were both hungry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to Parkway Parade to have Fish &amp; Co. Wat's the special occassion?? Well, it's dearie and my 39th mth anniversary!! Our seafood platter for 2. Yummy yum yum. Dear said watever calories i burned off cycling at ECP are all piled back. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dinner &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow hmm, wat's the with nerdy glasses? It's dear's father's lao hua yen jing. Wahaha.. I think it's cute but dear juz thinks it's plain weird. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerd Ying &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My pics for the Hans' Outing (Serene's and Xinhui's birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing and me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tis is Jean and i. I like tis pic alot. dunno why. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/fp%20outing%206..me%20n%20ying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/fp%20outing%206..me%20n%20ying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanie beanie and me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene and Xinhui blow candles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yest i was on the phone with hubby and i told him today i'm going to the KTV with my khakis. He was like: "Who's ur khakis??" I told him it's the Nsmen's gfs. He went like: "Wah khakis already ah??" I told him ah huh i love them. He asked me: "Then u love me more or love them more?" O_o I told him of cos is him lah. Duh. Hubby is jealous of my frens? Wahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113037744647348294?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113037744647348294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113037744647348294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113037744647348294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113037744647348294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/ecp.html' title='ECP'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-113015195537747735</id><published>2005-10-25T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:05:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss u dear. T_T  i quarrelled with my dad abt my spending habits... My frens they all also said i spend waaay too much. T_T He said i spend his $$$ which is abit too much cos afterall i got help him work rite? Upsets me leh.. Then stupid Sims' 2 expansion pack cannot play! Hmmmph! Haiz i know i'm a spendthrift. Shit me. from today onwards i will not buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's times like this when it's hardest.. 7pm our dinner time together.. Or u will go jogging at the stadium with me. OMG! I can't cope, i think i'm going to cry... I tot i've adjusted to everything after 4 mths? o_O Apparently not. Everytime when i think of exercising cos i'm fat, i think of u.. Cos u're my exercise khaki.. Haiz.. *shakes head* Sorry to rant.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-113015195537747735?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/113015195537747735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=113015195537747735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113015195537747735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/113015195537747735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-u-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112980319475790370</id><published>2005-10-21T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:14:13.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oops, sorry for making everyone worried. It's misinterpretation on my part and not proper clarification on his part. *slaps self and also HIM* Muahahaha.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok yest dear had his nite's out so everything was clarified. I wanted to blog abt our Sat spent @ ECP but is abit lazy as have so many pics to upload!! Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll do it soon. Nowadays when i switched on my comp it's doing my bloody assignment! Locke, Rousseau, Frobel and Vygotsky is driving me nuts. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112980319475790370?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112980319475790370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112980319475790370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112980319475790370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112980319475790370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/oops-sorry-for-making-everyone-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112971653418801202</id><published>2005-10-20T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:15:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel as if i'll never be happy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Juz on Sat i had a wonderful weekend with him. Now juz one bad news from him i feel as if my world is collasping... I know i shouldn't be upset bcos he'll feel stress, he's as helpless as me... But i can't help it! I juz cried and cried after hearing that piece of devastating news from him. I thought everything will be better after his BMT but it juz gets worse and worse... T_T I'm really really sad right now, the future seems so bleak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall not think of it anymore or tears will start welling up in my eyes uncontrollability..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112971653418801202?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112971653418801202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112971653418801202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112971653418801202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112971653418801202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-as-if-ill-never-be-happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112925062144445349</id><published>2005-10-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:48:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture paints a thousand words. This collage is done by one of the birthday gers Serene. We really had fun. Thank u babes! Happy birthday to Serene and Xinhui!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112925062144445349?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112925062144445349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112925062144445349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112925062144445349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112925062144445349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/hans-outing.html' title='Hans Outing'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112916799087097173</id><published>2005-10-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:46:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear's Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When dear booked out last Sat, he had some great news to share which was he doesn't need to book in on Sun nite! Instead he booked in on Tues nite. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my class, dear came and find me. We went to PS to eat dinner before heading to Tampines to catch Corpse Bride. The show was great! Then after the show it was still pretty early so we walked ard TM and CS abit. Then we sat down to have something to eat. Dear ate pancakes while i had oyster mee sua from Shihlin Tw Snacks. Afterwards when we left the place i actually forgot my file which contains my 2000 words essay half done!! -.-"' We actually chiong back to the place and thankfully the file is juz where i had left it. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday dear and me woke up early cos we slept early. Hoho.. Then we went to laminate dear's dip. at Hougang St 61 and he bought me a pink highlighter too. =D Then it was back to my parents' shop cos Jing and bf Andrew coming to see dad abt Andrew's wrist. Dad did accupunture on him. :S Hubby and Andrew were also introduced to each other. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took bus 88 to Toa Payoh to visit dear's mum and also to eat our lunch. Man the journey was loooooooong. Argh! By the time we reached i was so hungry. Dear ordered chee cheong fun, rice dumpling, chee kuay and crysanthemum tea for the both of us to share. His mum wanted to charge us only $2.50 for so many stuffs!! *faint* In the end we didn't even pay cos his mum refused to accpet our money, i think she paid for us. We felt bad also cos it's not her own business... *blush* Before leaving we bought a box granola rice also. We then walked ard Toa Payoh HDB Hub joking and laughing. I love to spend my time with hubby. *lub*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun nite dear decided to stay over at my house cos the next day he would be taking bus 89 which is near my house for his firefighting course. We went Hougang Mall and had KFC (yummy!). Then we went to Popular bookshop and CD-Rama. At Popular we saw this 38 games in 1 board games set ($9.90) and decided to buy it. Dear wanted to teach me how to play international chess. Kekeke.. It was back to my house and dear and i played international chess until we were both tired and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon morning dear kissed me goodbye before he left for his fire-fighting course. We met abt 7pm at nite and took bus to Compasspoint to eat our fav herbal chicken soup (yes, it's that yummy!). We also had Old Chang kee and sushi... -_- I mentioned that i'm fat and hubby as usual asked me to do exercise lor.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues morn he kissed me goodbye as usual before leaving the house. I was pretty upset bcos after his fire-fighting course he'll be booking in le and i got class. T_T I actually hugged him so tight in bed i almost refused to let him go. -_-"' That's abt all. I'll be seeing him again tmr nite after my class! Yay! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest we NSmen's Gf's thread regulars celebrated Serene's and Xinhui's birthday at Park Mall's Hans. Took alot of pics too (all showing my round tummy)! Of cos had lotsa fun with the gals! More blogging on that when i'm free. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112916799087097173?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112916799087097173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112916799087097173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112916799087097173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112916799087097173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/dears-long-weekend.html' title='Dear&apos;s Long Weekend'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112873409666148405</id><published>2005-10-09T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:54:15.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This entry is solely dedicated to my beloved Fowerpod's NSmen's GFs thread regulars!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time in July, Shuhui pasted me a link in MSN for a VS warehouse sale notice. It's a forum's link. After browsing through the forum named Flowerpod, i decided to register as a member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As that time JJ juz went to 'serve the nation' and i can only see him on Sats and Suns, my weekdays were super lonely. Often i will park infront of the comp browsing some websites and feeling bored. It was FP that got my attention. I found a thread named &lt;em&gt;NSmen's gf's thread: Fall in! =D &lt;/em&gt;started by Pynkalita and decided to post inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there i met Pynkalita (of cos), JingZ, rizzdizzie, apples, Missyqiqi, Winnie_gal, Amuro^uv, pinggyy, temperamental (Fel), jonchew and justintoh. Every nite, without fail, i will park myself infront of the comp and chatted in the thread with the gals and 2 guys. It helped to pass my days and that time really does fly when i chatted with them. Subsequently, labyrinthian and silly_gal became part of the group too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bcos we weren't allowed to chat in the thread, we broke the FP rule and our thread got closed down. I was v upset bcos it's my means of contact with the gals. I opened another thread which was similar to the one Pynkalita had and posted up all our email addresses so we can add one another on MSN to chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl are now known to me not as Pynkalita or rizz but as Serene, Jean, Xinhui, Tongtong, Fel (LOL!), Jingz, Gillian, Qiqi (Xiaoqi), Sharon, Ping, Justin, uncle Jon and Lydia-jie. They became personal frens and not juz accuquntainces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals and 1 uncle had several outings to date, being the first ever one at Novena Square's Fish &amp; Co. The latest one is Marina Bay's steamboat outing! Below are the pics, enjoy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/GF%20outing%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/GF%20outing%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my forever best fren, Fel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/GF%20outing%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/GF%20outing%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel and Sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/GF%20outing%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/GF%20outing%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Jingz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/GF%20outing%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/GF%20outing%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot took by Xiaoqi. Hmm.. wat is Jean doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/GF%20outing%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/GF%20outing%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our advisor uncle Jon and his soon to be wife Lydia-jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/GF%20outing%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/GF%20outing%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoqi and me. She said she like tis pic best cos we look v loving. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping and me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingz and Sharon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hi babes and uncle, u ppl will always always be my best frens and a part of my life!! Thanks for always being there! *muackz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More pics can be found at &lt;a href="http://denimorangeyjeanz.blogspot.com"&gt;Jean's blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112873409666148405?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112873409666148405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112873409666148405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112873409666148405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112873409666148405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112873424652977081</id><published>2005-10-08T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:17:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #996699; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #996699; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #996699; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112873424652977081?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112873424652977081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112873424652977081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112873424652977081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112873424652977081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/10/group.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112778536054189496</id><published>2005-09-28T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:45:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend With Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for the slow update, i've been lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Class is interesting, we're now learning the roots of early childhood education. =D I looked up the philosophers John Locke's and Rousseau's pics on the net last night and find Rousseau sooo handsome!! Too bad i dun agree with most of his philosophies. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday nite i was super happy!! Cos dear booked out. He was super happy also bcos he got gold for his IPPT test. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our saturday was action packed. Abt 2 30pm, we set off for East Coast Park. I was wearing jeans but still wanted to cycle, dear said his morale was super low. -_-''' In the end we didn't cycle but juz stroll along ECP talking and laughing. =D I love this feeling and i love my dear. Teeheehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it was off to Parkway Parade. We went to Giant and bought lots of stuffs, me for my Children's Day party the next day and dear for things he wanna brought to camp. We're really like husband and wife, shopping for stuffs together. XD We also bought The Myths' midnight movie tickets at the AXS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear cycled us to Punggol Park to play our left over sparkle sticks from last Sun's mid-autunm festival. Let's say we really had a romantic time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tired!! We dragged ourselves to J8's cinema after that. We took the 12 10am bus to catch the 12 35am's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess wat when we went into the cinema?? Only 6 ppl were there! (inclusive of me and dear) To be precised, 3 couples. =P The best part: the arm rest can be pulled up and i sat machiam sitting on my house's sofa. Wahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Myth was super blur, i couldn't understand the storyline. -_- But nevertheless, the movie's great. Funny, action-packed and Jing Xi Shan is v pretty!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear and i slept at 3+am and woke up at 10pm. I then went off to the temple for my Children's Day party and dear to meet BC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the party i was throughly exhausted. Went back to dear's house and i slept till nearly it's time for him to book in! *slaps self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay we found out the last shuttle bus to Changi Naval Base is at 10 30pm! Extra time for us. :notti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The money i earned from my yahoo auction all went to online shopping. -_-''' Last nite Xiaoqi and i were so excited we bought panties off La Senza. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112778536054189496?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112778536054189496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112778536054189496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112778536054189496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112778536054189496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend-with-dear.html' title='Weekend With Dear'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112674566765315853</id><published>2005-09-16T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:35:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear's 20th Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday afternoon abt 5 30pm, i got a phone call from dear telling me i no need to go and fetch him at Tanah Merah cos he booked out already. A few minutes after putting down the phone, i heard someone knocking on the door. Surprise surprise!!! It's hubby standing outside! Hmmm... Finally know how to be romantic already! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Tampines' Fish &amp; Co. to celebrate his birthday. It's supposed to be &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; treat cos it's HIS birthday. But he ended up treating me cos i'm so broke! &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dear at Fish &amp; Co. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear and his fish and chips &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck in! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seafood platter for one. Love the black pepper sotongs!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shelled the prawns myself! Thanx to Gillian who taught me. Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beheaded &gt;_&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On 10/9/85, a baby boy was born. 17 years down the road, he and a gal's paths crossed and they began their love story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My boy boy officially turned 20 on Saturday!! We had a mini birthday celebration with 2 mini cakes. =D I bought the cakes and the 2 big candles. We headed home to his room and began the celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's mini birthday cakes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my boy boy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After i sang him his birthday song and he made a wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to blow out the candles! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He decided to vacumn his room after eating the cake. -_- Wahaha.. Show u my hunk of a boyfriend doing housework! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear vacumning &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sunday we didn't go anywhere fun or interesting cos Dear is sick. His nose kept running to the extent that i felt like chopping off his nose. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despite being sick, he didn't want me to stay at home bored with nothing to do. So he cycled me to Punggol Park. =D We "toured" the park on his bike then finally stopping at the fitness corner where he pulled his chin-ups. 20 for a sick guy. Bravo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear helped me with pull-up and i couldn't even do one. -_-"' Weak...&lt;br /&gt;And the gymnastics bar... Lousy Ying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and hubby at Punggol Park &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%200211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%200211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTBF! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And today is our 38th mth anniversary!! Happy 38th mth Dear!! *zZzmuackzzZ*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112674566765315853?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112674566765315853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112674566765315853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112674566765315853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112674566765315853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/09/dears-20th-birthday-celebration.html' title='Dear&apos;s 20th Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112567693932502466</id><published>2005-09-03T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:02:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Into my 3rd lesson for school already. So far, so gd. I enjoyed it. Made new nice frens like Annie, Lalita, May, Carol and Yati. =D I love the fact that Esther gave us loads of reading materials each lesson. I love reading her informative articles!!&lt;br /&gt;The downside of studying for the course? Reading the bloody thick Straits Times every morning. I dislike the Straits Times. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112567693932502466?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112567693932502466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112567693932502466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112567693932502466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112567693932502466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112510633737454510</id><published>2005-08-28T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:49:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yest was the first day of sch. It's actually quite fun! The gal sitting beside me, Annie, is also 20. Turned out that i was wrong abt there being alot of aunties in my class. Half the class is abt my age and the other half's auntie lah. Hahaha.. *zipped* And guess wat?? Most of them's in the childcare line! Except me and 2 or 3.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We kicked off the lesson with a "orientation" by Regina Chin. Basically juz introducing us to the sch and everything using powerpoint slides. =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then Esther taught us our 1st lesson, Study Skills. I really need Study Skills bcos my brain's all rusty after so many yrs of not studying. Haha! Esther's an ang moh but she's really good! I like her! We were supposed to interview our "friend" sitting next to us abt wat was the proudest thing we have done in the past year, our disappointment etc. It turned out my "friend" was a muslim lady, Roheanah, who's in her late 30s. She's v nice. =D And the reason she came and get the diploma?? It's bcos she's bored! And she took the course bcos she wants to find out more abt how to take care of her nieces and nephews and how to get along better with them. She already has another diploma and a degree!!! *faints*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Esther then made us share with the class wat u're proudest of in the past year. When it was Roheanah's turn to tell the class wat's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; proudest&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;thing&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i have done, she told the class that it's bcos of me being able to enter the course as i had previously dropped out of poly. Esther was pretty shocked and asked me wat my parents said abt me dropping off and i told the class my parents supported my decision bcos i was too stressed at that time. Esther was pretty in awe of me bcos she said i have the courage to come back to sch and study again! *grins* Thank u Esther teacher!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other funny things that some of my classmates are proudest of in the past year includes: sacking the boss and don't enter uni etc. All of us had a gd laugh and Esther always find something positive to say abt everything! =D I went home with my new found fren Roheanah. She showed me the short cut to the MRT station. Thanks so much to her! Or i need to take my 15mins' walk to sch everytime... -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Serene helped me made this avatar:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/Blog%20related/avatar_yingandjj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanx sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;That girl is a pro at photoshop i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some photos she edited as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/Blog%20related/Image03.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Qiqi, Serene and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/Blog%20related/Image01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear said he was proud of me to survive the 1st day of sch without him! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112510633737454510?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112510633737454510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112510633737454510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112510633737454510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112510633737454510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/Blog%20related/th_avatar_yingandjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112471036782377075</id><published>2005-08-23T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:23:40.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday afternoon was spent with my darlings!! We went to Marina Square to chill out. All of us wondered how is Xian, we really miss and worry abt her. Hui xian, if u happened to read this post pls contact us k?! We really hope to meet up with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below pics were taken on a bench at Marina Square. We wanted to take photos but no one could help us so we took the pics ourselves using my trusty Nikon cam! Xun was the one who held the camera while we posed cos she's the tallest! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Darlings. Missing from pic: Xian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extreme right one is a puffer fish! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTBF... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1, 2, 5, 7 pose &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Xun and Ting suddenly had an impulse to have a new haircut after we took the pics. So we walked around in search of a salon... We wanted to go to Suntec already when we passed by Zoom Salon and i commented that we can go have a look. Turned out that cutting of fringe's only $5!!! So Xun asked Ting to go get her fringe cut first so we can access whether it's nice then Xun will get her full head cut. They have comfy sofa!! While Xun was getting her hair cut, i fell asleep on the sofa.. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel the angel and Xun the devil. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The gals and i then decided to take a lift up a hotel. While in the lift, we admired the beautiful night scene as the lift soared higher and higher up. Fel and i were oohhing and ahhing over a  roof top's glittering swimming pool. It was so much fun! But we left ourselves embarrased when the lift door opened and we stepped out. We were immediately greeted by a waittress asking us if we had made any reservations! -_-"' We then mumbled: "Sorry no." and quickly took the lift down again. Wow muz meet up again soon wor gals!!! Love u gals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat &lt;/strong&gt;my dear came home in civilian wear!! How cool is that?! Hehe.. Both of us took a nap until his dad shouted behind the closed door for us to wake up cos we're heading to Serangoon Broadway studio take photos. Why take photos? bcos it's dear's bro, JY's graduation and we're supposed to go to the studio to take a whole family pic with him wearing fang mao zhi. I was abit awkward cos i am not marry into the family yet! Then suddenly i was to be trust inside the photos as well.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;While dear and i were browsing a wedding album placed near the doors, his bro came and commented that next time we could come here and take our wedding photos. &lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was too stunned to reply so i meerly smiled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was worse when we went inside the studio. The photographer wanted to find out all our relationships to one another so he can placed us in the appropriate places when taking the photos. I was referred to as one of the daughters-in-law. &lt;strong&gt;!!! &lt;/strong&gt;I mean Meishan's the daughter-in-law lah, not me. So paiseh ok?! Arggg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The photo taking was actually quite stressful wor, given that we muz stand properly and do loads of adjustments under the photographer's orders. -_-"'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Below pics taken before the lady asked me to put my cam away bcos "we were in the studio". We were juz outside ok?! The outside can hardly consider as a studio IMO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my love... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me the Narcissitic Lian?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun&lt;/strong&gt; afternoon me and dear went for lunch at Long John Silver with BC and heard all abt his field trip. Surviving eating combat ration and wat nots. We ended the day before he booked in without quarrels and everything! We were both v lovey dovey. Then I told him abt how i'm afraid to start sch in 4 days' time without him by my side.. Then we wrote in the Communcation Book abt tis... And he made me happy again..We went through the scrapbook i made him and decorated our Communication Book together. It was so much fun as we both laughed and giggled! I hasn't heard dear laughed so happily in such a long time!!! really v v happy wor! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we both took bus 87 to Bedok interchange. He can booked in in civilian wear le! Also can booked in before 11pm which means we have plenty of time together! We took the bus there instead of the cab to save $$$. I ended up reaching home at abt 11+pm.. =P But it's worth it bcos i got to spend more time with my dear. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112471036782377075?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112471036782377075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112471036782377075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112471036782377075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112471036782377075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-times.html' title='Happy Times!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112434538351029934</id><published>2005-08-19T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:10:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No moolas!! Sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hasn't blogged for a long long time.. Sch's starting soon. Been really nervous about it. Dear has started his JRC life which sounds v boring to me. And time passes more slowly still. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat's new? I'm addicted to online shopping. My mind is filled with Abercrombie, Hollister, Old Navy, AE, Birks sprees. *slaps self* I know dear gave me some moolas every week to keep me out of my boredom.. Somehow those money runs out super quick considering i'm lemming for something every single day.. I felt bad that i've to ask dear to get me a pair of birks.. I need a part-time job!! Anybody wants to hire me?! Keke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112434538351029934?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112434538351029934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112434538351029934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112434538351029934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112434538351029934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-moolas-sad.html' title='No moolas!! Sad..'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112294396881865104</id><published>2005-08-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:29:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 20th Birthday Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hiaks, sorry for the delay my dear frens! Here's the post 20th birthday celebration with various ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;29/7/05&lt;br /&gt;6+pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with my darlings at Orchard! Was on the same train with Xian and Fel, wat a coincidence! We walked around Wisma and Taka abit then decided to go have our dinner cos the other 2 gers will be real late. Where to have dinner, you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel, Xian and Me @ Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao lor.. Xian's favourite.. I couldn't eat the hot and spicy soup la mian as i have sore throat. *sobs* So i was staring daggers at Xian while she ate hers. =P&lt;br /&gt;Xun and NUS de arrived much later. I think after that every thing juz sort of become a blur bcos everyone's so tired. I felt bad cos the gals woke up so early in the morn to go sch then still made the effort to meet up with me after sch despite they were v tired already.. Thanx darlings! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10+pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went home to find sis and boyfriend and everyone at home. Mum took tis out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN24511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN24511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday cake: Black Forest from Bread Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sis presented me with a present. Then loads of foto takings around before we sang the birthday song. I said we bcos i sang for myself too! Sorta go like: "Happy Birthday to Me..." when everyone's going: "Happy Birthday to U..." Lame wor me.. nearly forgot to made a wish before blowing out the candles! Luckily my dear sis reminded me.. -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family (so sad dear not around..) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quite sad that dear is not around to celebrate with me cos every year he would be there to help me celebrate my birthday.. So not used to it.. Bleah.. He also called quite late cos they had arm drills till 10++pm.. *slaps his sergents*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30/7/05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear is out from camp!~~ Went to fetch him and also brought along 2 pieces of my birthday cakes for him. His platoon mates all made fun of him having "ai xin dan gao".. Made me so paiseh.. *blush* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to celebrate my belated birthday at abt 6+pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Bus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to Sakae Sushi as both of us couldn't eat heaty stuffs. Shared a bowl of tereyaki chicken ramen.. Had chawamushi too.. *smacks lips* As we ate dear told me his army stories which i gladly listened. I always like to listen to his army stories, they're v funny and interesting~~ But some parts can wait till dinner hor? I still eating u cannot see ah? &lt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! I wan to eat, take wat take?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.. Looks like my hamster. I have cheek pouch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muackz* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last foto lah! dun bu shuang can? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After dinner dear foot the bill then we walked around abit to wait for BC and BH. The 4 of us were going to catch The Island. Both the guys arrived punctually and i was so surprised that BC was not wearing a cap! Bravo!! *slaps* I then promptly made the 2 botak guys stand together and took a pic of it. Sooo cute!~ Hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The botaks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Island quite chim for me to understand but overall nice movie!! Scarlett Johansson is so pretty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112294396881865104?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112294396881865104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112294396881865104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112294396881865104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112294396881865104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/08/post-20th-birthday-updates.html' title='Post 20th Birthday Updates'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112268644436295289</id><published>2005-07-31T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:51:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th Birthday Celebration With Hanyan, Jermaine and Cindy</title><content type='html'>I should have post this entry up earlier... Well, here it is now. Met up with Jermaine, Cindy and Hanyan on Wed at Suntec to celebrate my 20th bday. We went to Cartel to have dinner. Who said there have Crystal Jade Lao Mian Xiao Long Bao huh?! *slaps* Anyway, Cartel has better sofa seats!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice chatting with them over dinner. My chicken macoroni was delicious! Jermaine's  lasagne tasted weird in comparison and i dunno who said it's like bar chor mee. *laughs* After dinner it's time for photo taking! The gals said i was  exaggerating when i took out my lipstick and lipgloss and started applying them over my small Eyeore hand mirror. Well a girl's gotta look her best in the photos. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at Cartel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dun ask me why the pic above looks funny and everybody's leaning to the left. Hanyan said to move in and so we did, Jermaine kept emphasising on the cheek-to-cheek thing. So tt's how we turned out like that. Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was off to The Fountain Of Wealth to take photos. I had difficulty crossing the road in my heels. *rolls eyes* Jermaine and i saw these group of ppl inside the Fountain Of Wealth walking in circles surrounding the little fountain. A photographer was wearing knee-high boots and taking pics of them. Hmm.. I wonder wat's the grand ceremony.. Maine heard it's supposed to bring them luck when they walk around the Fountain Of Wealth.. Really? Skeptical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, after that we joined Hanyan and Cindy to take pictures. We had loads of fun coming up with lots of poses during the "photo shoot" so much so that ppl sitting around the area kept casting looks in our direction.. They muz have thought that we're a bunch of crazy giggling girls. Tsk tsk. But who cares? We had loads of fun!!~ Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine and Hanyan, the Bollywood gers &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisties! Look at Hanyan, certainly knows how to twist, unlike me. Lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you girls for celebrating my 20th bday with me, it's certainly a v memorable one! That Wednesday nite is certainly filled with fun and laughter for me.. I didn't sat home and waited infront of the comp for his call.. Not to mention the Topshop tote bag they bought for me. It's gorgeous can?! The most gorgeous bag i ever own. Simply love it to bits! *muackz* Love ya ladies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112268644436295289?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112268644436295289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112268644436295289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112268644436295289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112268644436295289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-20th-birthday-celebration-with.html' title='My 20th Birthday Celebration With Hanyan, Jermaine and Cindy'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112268882045509037</id><published>2005-07-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:00:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More 20th Birthday Celebrations' Updates Later</title><content type='html'>Yaya, i know i'm supposed to update my birthday celebrations with my darlings and family as well! I'm sorry but i'm pretty lagging nowadays. Shall blog the celebrations soon, along with my celebration with dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's coming out today! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say a huge thank u to everyone who wishes me a v happy birthday via sms! Not forgetting those who's in the virture world too. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more blogging later! Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112268882045509037?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112268882045509037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112268882045509037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112268882045509037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112268882045509037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/more-20th-birthday-celebrations.html' title='More 20th Birthday Celebrations&apos; Updates Later'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112260192287986344</id><published>2005-07-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T09:52:02.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday to Me!! Today's my 20th birthday!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shall ignore the previous entry as JJ has said sorry for the zillion-th time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later i'm going out with my darlings, not feeling lonely anymore! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112260192287986344?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112260192287986344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112260192287986344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112260192287986344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112260192287986344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-my-birthday-today.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday Today!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112255416801002376</id><published>2005-07-29T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:36:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and Hurt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually i was supposed to blog abt my bday celebration yest with Jermaine, Cindy and Hanyan (Shannru didn't turn up cos she's meeting her bf). But i'm so upset now!!! Shall leave blogging abt the bday celebration to another time when i'm free plus there's loads of pics to upload..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking on the fone with deat tis morning. I was telling him abt the gals in FP (including me) and tt jon was praising us for being so brave and waiting for our SOs (significant/spiritual other) so loyaly and patiently. Instead of paying us or me a compliment, he said actually zhe bu shuan she me!!! How can he said tt?! I mean i waited for him for so long and this is how he repaid me? By saying this is nothing?! Yeah i noe tis is nothing cos i still get to see him during the weekends, not like &lt;strong&gt;Esther &lt;/strong&gt;lah, cannot see Jie Rei for 8 mths! Is tt wat i did so far is nothing, peanuts?? Angry angry, v angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U dun appreciate i wait then i dun wait lah! U think i like it to see u only one and a half days a week?! I can juz easily go out and find another bf k? I can dun bother to wait!! And u! U going to go sailing soon huh! Often will go and the longest will be 2 mths!! Dun appreciate i dun wait lah!! I already v kind liao leh, i going to start sch in a new environment and when i'll be needing u u won't be there beside me. U think i like ah?! Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun make me boiling mad and call up other guys can? *pissed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112255416801002376?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112255416801002376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112255416801002376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112255416801002376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112255416801002376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/sad-and-hurt.html' title='Sad and Hurt..'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112234340214094621</id><published>2005-07-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T10:06:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry and Esther's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Attended Jie Rei and Esther's birthday party on Sat with The Boyfriend. It was held at a huge bungalow at Pasir Ris, pretty hard to find. The taxi driver dropped us nowhere near the house n dear had to call Jie Rei to ask for directions. Wat a stupid cab driver n also bu shuang with us some more. *Bash*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways when we reached we attacked the buffet cos we were so hungry! I had 3 mussels, i think they're pretty nice.. it's the v 1st time i ate mussels, i dunno wat came over me to try them. Lol.. There were so many old folks at their bday party and i commented that it seemed like an old folks' home gathering to JJ. Baddy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abt an hr later, Tin Poh, Weibin and Lim arrived. Tin Poh was a botak cos he's in NS too. So i made fun of him by taking pics of him. Lol.. He was so embarrassed.. After much chatting and laughter, it was time to cut the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Birthday boy and ger cut the cake like it's their wedding.. Lol.. So sweet. They then presented each other with presents. Jie Rei gave Esther a framed picture he drew himself, it's really v v nice lor! There's baby Sylvester (tt cartoon cat, not Sly the singer), Tasmania Devil, Precious Moments'... n loads. Could tell that Jie Rei put in alot of effort to draw tt portrait. It was so sweet of him to did that picture for Esther!! If i were Esther i would cry on the spot cos i'm too touched. Lol.. Esther gave him a digital cam. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, Jie Rei's going sailing next mth! He'll be going for 8 mths! Omg... I dunno how i would react if JJ told me he'll be going sailing for 8 mths. *sobs* Brave brave Esther! Any guy will choose Esther over me bcos she's so independent, can let her bf go sailing for 8 mths. Unlike me... T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Met Esther for the 1st time. She has a gd figure and pretty and friendly too! If i were a guy i'll like her too.. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall really enjoyed the party and the guys' jokes! Lol.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanx to Meishan jie who gave me a pretty wallet in advance for my bday! I love the wallet k? It's v pretty!! =D thanx!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112234340214094621?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112234340214094621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112234340214094621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112234340214094621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112234340214094621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/jerry-and-esthers-birthday-party.html' title='Jerry and Esther&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112175507714757639</id><published>2005-07-20T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:07:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am so addicted to Flowerpod forum lately that i've been too lazy to blog. Thanx to Shuhui who introduced the forum to me, it's soooo informative! *thumbs up* i love the NS men's girlfriend thread. Keke. Makes me feel that i'm not alone waiting for bf anymore. Lots of gals out there are, too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri was me and JJ's 3rd yr anniversary. Upon my arrival at Tanah Merah MRT, i presented to him the scrapbook i've made for him, he's quite happy with his 3rd yr present i reckon although i havent managed to finish it yet... Thanx Shuhui for the scrapbook idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat we went to Taka and had La Mian Xiao Long Bao. I finally had my Hot &amp;amp; Spicy Soup La Mian!!! Yummy! Along with xiao long bao and a plate of sauteed prawns. Delicious! Thank u dear! I laid my hands on a copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince too. Happy happy! No more lonely weekdays. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun after my temple tution, dear and i met up with his fren Sobith at Kovan. We then proceeded to have our dinner at Chong Bang Nasi Lemak. Sobith insisted on treating us despite our protests. I was v paiseh as Sobith had to pay for my share too (he's supposed to meet JJ and not me leh..).*blush* The chicken wings were yummy! Sobith's going out to sea soon and will only be back in Jan 06. Shall meet up with him again when he's back! Tis time round me and JJ will treat him. Haha.. All the best to you Sobith!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112175507714757639?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112175507714757639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112175507714757639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112175507714757639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112175507714757639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-so-addicted-to-flowerpod-forum.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112107981989143745</id><published>2005-07-12T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:45:30.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hi!!! This is me, with my bangs. I went to have my fringe snipped off on impulse. My eyes were closed throughout the whole fringe cutting session, after Winson was done, i opened my eyes and juz can't help but burst out laughing at my reflection. It's so funny was my first thought. Cos i hasn't had this fringe for like 8 years. The last time i had fringe this short was when i was in sec 1. Haha.. I'm slowly getting used to it now. Wat do u ppl think? Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/brand%20new%20look/Picture020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, fianlly met up with the 3 musketeers last fri. Shu Hui and i chatted and had some food at Heartland Mall's Sakae Sushi while waiting for Meixiu to arrive. Once Meixiu arrived, she suggested that we go take neoprints!!! This obviously threw Shu Hui off guard as she was in shorts and tee. Haha.. Anyway, the shots we took were all focused on the upper body so Shu Hui still looks v pretty in the pics. No worries ger. *winks* As both of us do not have scanners, we're waiting for Meixiu to send us the pics. Once she sends over the neoprints i'll post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had dinner at one of the food stalls along a stretch of shops all selling delicious food. We had hokkien prawns mee. It was delicious. Yummy! We chatted as we ate, as if we are still v v close to one another despite that we've not met for 3 yrs! I realised that they're my best frens still after our little gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sat was spent with The Boyfriend as usual! His faithful girlfriend aka Me faithfully went to fetch him @ Bedok. It took us 20 bloody minutes to wait for a cab so in the end we booked one. We spent some time at home first before going to Ang Mo Kio to purchase his N-Gage QD. I really like the Sony Ericsson K750i v much,but it's a whooping $700+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was off to Taka after that. The Boyfriend bought me the Tiffany Beanie necklance at Tiffany and Co.! I swear the moment he clasped the necklance on for me was so memorable, one that i would never, ever forgets. I feel so xing fu. Hehe.. Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao had such a long queue we decided not to waste our time anymore and instead have Mac for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We then headed off to Meishan and Jingyi's house as Meishan bought a new portable keyboard and i wanted to play with it. She lives in Punggol which means we have to take the LRT. That was my first time taking LRT!!! So excited! Haha.. Once we were on the LRT i whipped out my hp immediately and took pics of me and dear on it. Sua kua lah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/brand%20new%20look/Picture001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the LRT. Hehehe.. A v excited Ying. -,-"'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meishan's keyboard was surperb! I really have fun with it! I even know how to play a tune with it. Hehe.. I've got no musical talent in me but it's still fun. The Boyfriend and i then went to Tampines Mall to catch the late nite movie War Of The Worlds starring Tom Cruise and directed by Steven Speiberg. Wat can i say? The show's really nice! The effects, the graphics and everything were superb. It's v touching too, the way Ray (Tom Cruise) takes care of his daughter, Rachel and son Robbie during this disastrous period. The movie's definately worth paying for to go into the cinema to watch it. *thumbs up for the movie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/brand%20new%20look/Picture016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/brand%20new%20look/Picture022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i've got a Gmail account! Thanx to sister and her fren. Send all ur mails to &lt;a href="mailto:ying1985@gmail.com"&gt;ying1985@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , hatemails are welcome! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112107981989143745?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112107981989143745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112107981989143745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112107981989143745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112107981989143745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/hi-this-is-me-with-my-bangs.html' title=''/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/brand%20new%20look/th_Picture020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112078839644614273</id><published>2005-07-09T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:07:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Ni Mei You Ta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As i couldn't sleep last nite, i stayed up to catch the announcement of who gets to go into the semi-final rounds of Jue Dui Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, when the 1st person announced to be kicked out and his face appeared on the screen i nearly cried, i nearly tore my hair out! It's Leon! He got kicked out! Omg, am so sad. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most surprising of all was that Kelly and Derrick were kicked out too. I mean cutsie Derrick and judges'love Kelly got kicked out?! I got the shock of my lives. I expect alot of ppl were shocked by this too. One theory i have for Kelly, Derrick and Leon being kicked out is that they do not have enough votes from the audience. Ppl juz assumed that they will get in bcos their other fans will vote for them, 1 less vote doesn't matter. One sms is not cheap too! It's 60 cents exclusive of GST. I voted for Junyang and Leon and 2 sms-es costs me $1.20 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i already expected that Lijun will be kicked out. Yeah she's pretty and has the star look lah, but she lacked sincerity ( i agreed wif one of the judges). She was like care only abt wat the judges think, the audience she juz assumed we will vote for her juz bcos she's PRETTY. My own opinion lah, sorry if i offended anyone. Who am i to criticise their singing? I am no one, the criticise abt their singing part i shall leave it to the judges. I juz said that Lijun she really lacked sincerity and for this, i dun like her. When she got kicked out i have a smile plastered to my face. Ya i know i'm mean ok? But i juz dun like her and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason got in and Derrick was out! Jason, the one who argued with judge Lee Shi Song. Hey maybe he should go do some reflection lah. In his profile he said judge Li Fei Hui keep saying his vocal and looks all v ordinary and he said he was v demoralised by the judge's words. I mean, come on, the judges are not here to criticise u! They're giving u advice on how to improve urself! Ultimately, they have ur interest at heart. Hey Jason, all these judges are like ur teachers u know, watever comments they give u is for u to improve urself, whether in the aspects of singing or looks. Instead of listening and learning from them u argued with Lee Shi Song! U know he is who or not? He's the one that made Stefanie Sun famous leh! Wah lao the advice he gave u u dun listen and keep finding excuses for urself. I like wat judge Lee said: "Bu yao gei zhi ji zhao jie kou!" (dun find excuses for urself) I hope u get kicked out of the semi-finals Jason! That will serve u rite if u dun heed the judges' advice and keep thinking u're so super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth although she sang well but i dun like her. Boo. Xinhui (the one who sang Revolution) is not bad, she's super sincere with the judges and the audiences and i'm so happy she got in!! Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Kelly, Derrick and Leon jia you k? I will always support u peeps! Especially Leon, he oozes star/sex appeal. Jia You Leon!!! Yay! Lijun, if u're going to continue with ur tis kind of attitude that u're pretty, has more exposure than the rest and lack sincerity with the audiences, than i hope u will nv be able to return to the semi-finals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112078839644614273?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112078839644614273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112078839644614273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112078839644614273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112078839644614273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-ni-mei-you-ta.html' title='You Ni Mei You Ta!!!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112073312453967883</id><published>2005-07-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:49:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My KTV Session With Xian and Ting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay! Yest i finally went ktv with the gals (though only 2)! But why am i so gleeful? It's bcos i finally heard Xian sing!!! Hahaha.. Nv in my 3 yrs of knowing her did i ever heard her sing using a microphone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The ktv session is really fun. Ting's idea of me going in 5 mins later bcos i was without the student pass worked, they didn't ask for my pass. Hehe.. She's really our ktv queen wor, come up with tis kind of idea. Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back to the ktv session. Xian was TTBF creating "effects" for our songs. I think we were behaving like a couple of siao char bos. She was so action packed throughout the whole singing session creating effects like some professional (TTBF) singer. Towards the end Ting and i joined her siao together. We were waving our hands simultaniously. There was this part when i was singing &lt;em&gt;Tie Chuan &lt;/em&gt;by Mavis Hee. It's supposed to be a v sad song but thanx to the both of them, i was laughing so hard while trying to sing the song. I laughed so hard until there were tears in my eyes and halfway through the song i'd to ask them to eject the song bcos i couldn't carry on singing anymore! Haha.. *shakes head* It's got to be one of the most fun ktv sessions i had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the singing session, we had sushi at Suki Sushi juz opposite K-Box. The chicken katsu ramen i had wasn't v nice. Xian and i both agreed that the noodle strands look like those fishball noodles ones. Eww.. However Xian said the fried tofu is even more delicious then Sakae's. Due to my lack of funds, the other 2 have to pay some for me. We gave them alot of coins! We brought the piles of coins to the counter. Then the guy started taking out his calculator to count the coins and we have to suppressed the urge to giggle. I think i was the worse cos it's pretty obvious i wan to laugh out loud. The person assured us that it's ok. So after sorting out all the money, Ting took 5 of her 10 cents coins out and exchange for a 50 cents coin still on the counter! Damn sia suay leh us! I swear the guy looked so pissed off with us. Anyway, we're not going back there ever again. Too embarrassing. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112073312453967883?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112073312453967883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112073312453967883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112073312453967883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112073312453967883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-ktv-session-with-xian-and-ting.html' title='My KTV Session With Xian and Ting'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112055776096415172</id><published>2005-07-06T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:14:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was rummaging in my drawers juz now in search of my SP ez-link card for tmr's student rate ktv with Ting and Xian. I couldn't find that bloody ez-link card. Guess wat i found instead? Things that were dated back to my secondary sch days. During our sec sch days, neoprints were all the rage. Found neoprints taken with my sec 1 classmates: Hanyan, Wanzhi, Zhou Yingying, Soo Li, Rachel (i had tons of her solo neoprints. Duh), Renhui, Jacqueline, Huiwen, Xiaoping... so on and so forth. I even had loads of ones that were taken with the LOP gang, there's one with Alicia in it! How rare huh?! Also there were ones taken with my GB mates Yinglin, Sufang, Weili etc. Sec 2 were taken with the usual ppl. Sec 3 onwards there's these machines that took neoprint cards and they became even more popular than those sticker ones. I found one that me, Hanyan and Shanru took. It's a full body shot and i remember v well that piggy's nostrils became the butt of the joke as hers were showing pretty clearly. Haha... I also had 2 cards taken with Cindy, Jermaine and Piggy. Oh such fond memories... Now we've all grown up and are moving on with our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last saturday was v memorable! Thus i shall blog abt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat 2/7/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Boyfriend came out again and i went to fetch him as usual @ Tanah Merah pick-up point. After i met up with him, his bunkmates made fun of us by making these *ahem ahem* noises which were so loud and i felt v embarrased. He told me that his platoon mates saw me even b4 they alighted the bus. Those guys have sharp eyes huh? They only saw me like once and the 2nd time i went they spotted me even b4 they alighted the bus. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the Mrt station on our way to Bedok to take cab, i was made fun again when Yi Ming aka I Love Wendy, wanted The Boyfriend to introduce me to him. Keith aka Black Lungs, Guoliang and another guy was across the platform from us. Those guys were noisy man... Xiu Qi shared a cab with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6pm, The Boyfriend's family and I went to Marina Bay's Chong Bang to have BBQ. It's only $12 per pax! Compared to Seoul Garden's bbq, the prices were real cheap. So his brother Jingyi paid $60 for the 5 of us. Dear was v sweet throughout the whole bbq, he shelled prawns and barbecued meat for me. We kept feeding each other and putting food on each other's plate, too. Being apart for quite some time has really make us more loving towards each other. It's a gd thing and on top of everything else, i've learnt to trust him more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the BBQ, we went to catch Initial D @ Tampines Mall. A huge thanx to Jingyi who drove us there or else i think we would not be in time for the show. We had gd seats! (Bcos we bought the tickets earlier at the nearest AXS station to dear's house.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was erm... nice. (Lame description) Jay was v cool! Despite it was a race, he drove with one elbow resting against the window and only one hand was on the steering wheel. Damn cool! The drifting was also v nice. However as this is his virgin movie, i feel that tt his acting can be improve further. The last part when he found out that his girlfriend was actually someone else's mistress, he drove home feeling crying and feeling v sad. I didn't cry though, cos Jay is not gd enough acting out that part of the scene. Oops, i think i better shut-up in case Xian, Xun and Fel beat me up for criticising his acting. Anthony Wong was hilarious! Along with a few of the casts, they made the whole cinema constantly cracking up. Jay's also quite funny with his shyness... =D Overall, the movie's great. Oh, halfway through the movie, dear held my hand! I felt so... loved. He never did held my hand in the cinema b4, it's always me who held his hand first. It's all v sweet of him... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112055776096415172?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112055776096415172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112055776096415172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112055776096415172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112055776096415172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112021154853359767</id><published>2005-07-02T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:52:28.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Up</title><content type='html'>Am meeting Shuhui (musketeer) for dinner in abt half and hr's time. The said ger is still in her office so i might as well blog b4 i leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat's new? Met up with Xun and Xian in town yest initially with the intention of singing ktv. After finding out the price, the 3 of us decided to shop instead. They accompanied me to Zara and Mango as i wanted to get a top but the 2 places are disastrous. I couldn't find anything i wanted as both bouqtiues were really messy with clothes strewn all over the place this being the GSS season. After Xun left with her mum, Xian and i headed to Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao to have lunch/dinner. Xian being Xian, ordered the usual Hot and Spicy La Mian. I was still not feeling well and thus seeting with rage, watched her eat the yummy bowl of spicy la mian while i tucked into my bowl of chicken soup noodles. She then accompanied me to another Zara. Thanx Xian for going so many places with me!!! So sorry i couldn't go ktv with u and Ting today bcos i'm not feeling well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous entry, My Birthday Wishlist, is juz for fun. Of cos Tiffany's are not an option. But hey please really really don't gif me any more figurines as there are really 6 figurines in my house which couldn't go inside the already filled cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall end here now, if Shuhui were to find out i'm blogging while she's waiting for me at the train station she's so gonna kill me. Byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Can get to see dear tmr le!!! Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112021154853359767?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112021154853359767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112021154853359767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112021154853359767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112021154853359767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/07/meet-up.html' title='Meet Up'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-112003250955034913</id><published>2005-06-30T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T16:22:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, it will be exactly one month from today to my 20th birthday, so i'm posting up my birthday wishlist. Be prepared. *cackles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wat i really really want is this Nokia 6680. It's no ordinary phone, it's a 3G phone! Why i want 3G phone leh? It's not for video conferencing or wat. It's for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/nokia_6680_p00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/nokia_6680_p00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 6680 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;me to watch &lt;em&gt;Tian... Shi Wo Ai Ni&lt;/em&gt;! That show which can &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;be watched thru 3G phone starring my favourites Qi Yuwu and Fiona Xie! So can someone get me tis wonderful 3G phone pls??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So wat if u can't get me the 3G phone bcos it's too expensive? Your next alternatives are Tiffany &amp; Co.'s necklaces (with pendant of cos)! Below are a few i want, the bean necklance being the one i really wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/the_925_shop-img600x535-elsa_peretti_bean_pendant_45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/the_925_shop-img600x535-elsa_peretti_bean_pendant_45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small beanie necklance. i wan tis!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/18649209_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/18649209_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/12492588_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/12492588_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/18412853_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/18412853_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/lelicia-img326x243-lelicia_img326x243_open_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/lelicia-img326x243-lelicia_img326x243_open_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/18420082_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/18420082_xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wat &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to get for me&lt;/u&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Precious Moments' Figurines. Reason is because i currently have 6 "homeless" figurines lurking at some corners of my house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Soft toys/plush. I have loads of them, i dun need new ones, thank u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-112003250955034913?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/112003250955034913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=112003250955034913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112003250955034913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/112003250955034913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-birthday-wishlist.html' title='my Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111995026300136513</id><published>2005-06-29T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:29:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Dear's Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, i've decided to do tis cos i wan to remember them forever. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our Firsts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;words:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi (sent by him via sms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time we&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;met:&lt;/strong&gt; @ the SP bus stop, the one nearest to the Business block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bus we took together:&lt;/strong&gt; Bus 74, non air-con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impression of him:&lt;/strong&gt; v guai and shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner we had together:&lt;/strong&gt; @ Hougang Mall foodcourt. He had duck rice and i had tom yam ban mian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinner date after we officially became a couple:&lt;/strong&gt; Hougang Green. Then star-gazing at the nearby playground. *sweet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; on Bus 74 or 147 (air-con)? On our way to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;restaurant we went:&lt;/strong&gt; Swensen's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moive we watched together:&lt;/strong&gt; Lilo and Stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gift i received from him:&lt;/strong&gt; Vanness's cd for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gift i gave him:&lt;/strong&gt; can't remember... -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear can u remember anymore of our firsts?? If u do pls remind me so i can add it to tis list. Tis is dedicated to u. Love Ya. *muackz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111995026300136513?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111995026300136513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111995026300136513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111995026300136513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111995026300136513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-and-dears-firsts.html' title='Me and Dear&apos;s Firsts'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111983568028711022</id><published>2005-06-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:29:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrg!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm absolutely freaking ugly now. I have one sore eye resulting in me looking like a monster with one eye normal sized and one eye small. In addition, i've completely lost my voice, i can't talk!!! No sound came out!!! I can't make myself be heard!!! Hopefully i'll regain my voice when dear calls tonite so i'll be able to talk to him. For now i juz wish to curl up in a ball and sleep and forget abt the rest of the world. I dun wan ppl to look at me, Ugly Ying. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111983568028711022?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111983568028711022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111983568028711022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111983568028711022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111983568028711022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/arrrrg.html' title='Arrrrg!!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111961865750013206</id><published>2005-06-25T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:00:12.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;As promised here are the photos for last Saturday and Sunday when The Boyfriend finally returned home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The below pics are taken at Swensen's. As mentioned in previous post, naughty me took down his Converse cap and took a shot of him bald headed. He was bloody embarrased eh! Cos the restaruant was filled with ppl. Ying how could u do tis to him?! Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/DSCN2325.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/DSCN2326.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The below were taken at the back of his brother, Jingyu's, pick-up on the return journey. The shots were nice but i was not cos i look like a siao cha bo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/DSCN2333.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="240" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y259/girlynails1985/DSCN2335.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite nite scenes!!! Yes tis is wat i described in my previous entry. But the pics of cos was alot more accurate then wat i've described. I couldn't do the photos justice with my lousy English. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111961865750013206?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111961865750013206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111961865750013206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111961865750013206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111961865750013206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111957769431202347</id><published>2005-06-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:55:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry that i've not updated for so long. Been kinda busy tis week. No lah, actually juz sick, had a fever and throat infection. Rite, where shall i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday 18/6/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ came home!!! Yup, i'd missed him so much. By the time we were alone in his room and the door was closed our lips were like permanently glued together. We juz kissed and kissed and couldn't stop. The world seemed to narrow down to only me and him, other ppl outside (his family members) were all forgotten. At nite after dinner with his family, we went to catch a movie, Mr &amp; Mrs Smith. The movie was so-so only despite starring Hollywood superstars Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. It doesn't help by the fact that we were sitting at the second row and one of my contact lenses became blur so i only watched the whole movie with one eye. Anyway, i still have a great time! I have my favourite Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice-cream, cheesy hotdogs and my dearest dear beside me. Tt's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the movie ended and we got home by a cab, it's abt 12am. Tired as we were, we juz couldn't keep our hands off each other. We juz wanted time to stand still so we can look into each other's eyes forever. Finally, we slept at 2am with his arms wrapped tightly ard me. Tt night, i slept soundly and no longer toast and turned in my bed when he's not ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday 19/6/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woken up by sunlight streaming thru the windows at 7am. I had to use the toilet and as a result woke dear up. After that both of us juz couldn't get back to sleep. We went back to more cuddling and stuffs other couples do lah. *ahem* Of cos i shall not type in my blog. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got dressed at 8+ and went to the nearest Mac to have Big Breakfast (he knows i love them). We went on his bicycle and i was really happy cos i hasn't sat on his bike for a long time. After that he bought some stuff at a nearby provision shop. Stuff to use back in camp like cloth pegs, ziplog bags etc. He then went for his haircut and i sat outside the barber shop, reading a copy of Zaobao and waiting for him. Read abt the poor China lady's case, her dismembered body article. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear took me to Swensen's for dinner/lunch. We had our usual main course then Earthquake. Yummy! Naughty me took off his cap and took pics of him and his bald head despite his protests. Hahaha.. He looks so cute. Lazy to post up the pics, shall do that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and it's soon 8pm and he was all ready to go back to camp. His brother drove him accompanied by his sister-in-law, father and me. His platoon mate, Derrick, also got a ride since he lives so near. The whole time in his brother's pick-up i was hugging him so tightly and felt so sad cos i dun wan him to go back... At Tanah Merah MRT, we dropped them off. He kissed me on the lips, told me that he will call me every night and then was gone. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Meishan (his sister-in-law) sat at the back of the pick-up on the return journey. It was soooo windy and i felt so nice. It's my first time sitting at the back of a pick-up! It's really very very fun! I would like to do it again some other time. I love the scene, sitting at the back of the pick-up: streams of cars with their headlights on at night, they all seemed so beautiful to me against the dark, black sky. It juz seems so beautiful, definately my favourite scene since i was like 9 yrs old. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really does fly and i'm going to see dear again tmr! Happy happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111957769431202347?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111957769431202347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111957769431202347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111957769431202347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111957769431202347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111905676977515546</id><published>2005-06-19T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T11:03:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Is Returning Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 18&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's coming out today! He's out, he's out! Later me and his family are all going to fetch him @ Tanah Merah MRT station. I can't believe i've survived this long without him. =P I'm so excited and happy rite now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111905676977515546?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111905676977515546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111905676977515546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111905676977515546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111905676977515546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/dear-is-returning-home.html' title='Dear Is Returning Home'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111888606139234426</id><published>2005-06-17T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:41:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls Help!!!</title><content type='html'>Help! I need advice! It goes like this, Learning Capital, a childcare education centre is going to take in students to study for childcare courses. With my qualifications, i'm able to go for the Diploma in Childcare Teaching. However, there's this BIG problem: the registration form requires us to state whether we have any illnesses, physical or mental. I have Depression and Anxiety!!! They r mental illnesses! If i dun state down and they found out they can withdraw my application based on the fact that i provide them with false information. On the other hand, if i state down that i have Depression and Anxiety they would surely reject my application rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so bloody confuse. I REALLY want to take this course bcos i love children. Wat am i going to do now? Should i send in my application form stating that Yes, i have depression and anxiety and juz let them make the decisions or wat? Or should i juz put a tick on the No box and pray that they won't find out (i know this is the super super wrong way)?  Pls advice everybody!!!*desperate*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111888606139234426?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111888606139234426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111888606139234426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111888606139234426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111888606139234426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/pls-help.html' title='Pls Help!!!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111841736152554747</id><published>2005-06-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:39:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Nuts Right?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!!! Am i crazy or wat?! I've juz sent him a msg via Friendster to wish him a Happy 20th Birthday! How could i do that?! Ya he's my childhood sweetheart all right, the first guy i fell in love with. I'm positive he liked me too, then. Anyway, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all over, tt was ages ago, a lifetime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing Friendster and tis best fren of mine who used to have a crush on him too when we were in primary school wrote him a testimonial. She wrote him a testimonial! Wat he did? He wrote a testimonial back for her!!! Oh my God, i think i'm going to faint. I can't sort out my feelings at that exact point of time. Am i jealous or wat? Can anybody tell me?! I think i was jealous cos he didn't write me a testi but he wrote her one. *went into a total frenzy* Ok, i think i shall stop rabbling on and on abt tis issue now. He's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;history&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gone. I have a boyfriend and i love him (boyfriend, not tt somebody in Friendster lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of Friendster, i juz discovered 2 of my frens in primary school are together now, as a couple. Rather shocked by this news cos ger and boy were practically strangers in pri sch. I can't believe it! Lao tiao zhen hui zuo nong ren. Enough of all these. Rather pissed off that i can't mention names as this is read by all. How i wish i can type out their names. Damn. Should go and create a private blog or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my mum today and got a new mascara, lipstick, lip gloss and some eye make-up remover. Really love the Lo'real Colour Juice Lip Gloss (in Strawberry) as it tastes so smacking delicious i almost want to lick it off my lips! It looks great on me too. Bhb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend aka JJ will be out on the 18th, tt is exactly in 8 days' time! I can't wait. Really, really miss him soooo much. I'm sure i'm going to hug him so tight till he can't breathe or some thing along tt line. We're going to have a wonderful time together. Anybody who wants to make plans with him on the 18th, hands off. He's all mine. Muahahaha, yeah i'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ting (cheapo), Happy 20th birthday darling! Hope u had a great day today. I'm sure today u're not being a cheapo rite? Hahaha.. Anyway, hope to see ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111841736152554747?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111841736152554747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111841736152554747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111841736152554747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111841736152554747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-nuts-right.html' title='I&apos;m Nuts Right?!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111816264250735443</id><published>2005-06-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:44:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7/8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this My-Boyfriend-Is-In-NS thing is really getting on my nerves. It's harder to cope then i thought and he has only juz been gone for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically speaking i need not wait for him, he's neither my husband nor me his wife. We are juz a couple but not joined in marriage yet. Of cos if he's my husband then i will not run away, but i'm not! There might be loads of eligible guys out there for me to choose from. Why should i wait? I can't find any reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so do not wish to go through this I'm-Waiting-For-U-To-Call-Me business. I'm really sick and tired of it. I rather be single and free. Probably it may be bcos we met at the wrong time? Maybe if we know each other after his NS everything will be different? He's a great guy, i know. Whoever's going to be his future wife is going to be so very very fortunate. How I wish it is me, but i'm not so certain i will be anymore. Not on his part, it's on my part. I'm not confident enough to sit around and wait for him. U can say i'm impatient. Watever. Hate me readers, i juz am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Happy 20th Birthday to my dearest Xun. Hope u had an enjoyable bday. Hope to meet up with u gals soon to celebrate all u June babies' birthdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111816264250735443?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111816264250735443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111816264250735443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111816264250735443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111816264250735443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/weirdo-i-am.html' title='Weirdo I Am'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111780805439485680</id><published>2005-06-04T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:14:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damn, i'm feeling so fustrated. No more dinner dates and movies. He can't even call today. I'm so sick and tired of sitting beside my hp and willing for it to ring! It reminds me of when i was in sec 1 i had tis boyfriend who didn't call me for weeks at a time and i would cry in bed before i sleep every night. I hate this feeling!!! Sobs. Ya i do not have a life ok?! Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111780805439485680?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111780805439485680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111780805439485680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111780805439485680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111780805439485680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/miserable-day-3.html' title='Miserable Day 3'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111762945102391840</id><published>2005-06-02T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:37:31.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Blues</title><content type='html'>The diary of a gal whose boyfriend went into BMT for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woke up at an unearthly hour of 5 25am. After breakfast and everything, dear and i headed out to take bus 854 to Bedok Interchange. 1 train station down, we reached Tanah Merah MRT station where dear met up with his Navy khakis who're all going in together. I waited with him for abt 15 minutes and then at last it was time for him to go. T.T He promised he will call b4 leaving wif his frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staggered back to Bedok Interchange, took 87 and alighted at Hougang Mall to have Big Breakfast all in a rather sleepy mode. Went back home and catch some slp. When i woke up an hour later, the sudden realisation that i'll not be able to see dear for 3 weeks hit me with full impact. "I'm not going to see him for 3 weeks. 3 weeks! We meet everyday!" Sobs. I miss him already. Sank into depressed mode for the rest of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online later in the afternoon and to my delight, found fel on msn. Chatted with the dear ger on everything under the sun. =P Thank u for making everything so bearable darling, or i'd broke down and cry. Caught a nap at abt 3pm+(?) and was awoken by Ting's phone call. Practically screaming down my ear asking me where The Sims 2 cd key is. That gal was so excited it was rather funny. Lol.. She then kept on apologizing for waking me up. Gd timing, this is not the first time! Haha.. Anyway it's a gd thing she has woken me up or else tonight i wont be able to sleep. Went online again and found Fel. Chatted for quite some time and read Xiaxue's blog before and i went to the coffee shop opp. my block of flats to get some thing to eat. Actually i dun really felt like eating cos dear is not here. Yes, i think i'm quite dependent on him and without him i'm actually feeling quite handicapped. Shame as it is, i've to admit it to myself and to anyone who's reading the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Tong Xin Yuan for the 1st time today and 1 hr passed, somehow i dun feel it's fast enuf as dear is not here. 8pm sux cos the show is boring and here i am! Blogging cos i think of dear and think i might cry... I dun know how long tis is going to last me. Hopefully i'll feel better soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i'm going out with Christina, the ger who worked next door to me at The Style Seoul boutique when i was working at Precious Thots. On fri hopefully i'll get to see the gals and we'll go to the bookfair or something. Thank u peeps! I hope he's calling me soon... I'm waiting for his phone call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111762945102391840?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111762945102391840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111762945102391840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111762945102391840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111762945102391840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/06/wednesday-blues.html' title='Wednesday Blues'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111745432573399984</id><published>2005-05-31T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:40:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Awkward</title><content type='html'>Juz came back not long ago from shopping with the gals @ BJ and seafood soup at SP. I rather enjoy going back to SP to have seafood soup but things soon turned into horrifying nightmares when they started visiting the teachers. Big mistake, I should have stayed in the foodcourt! Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we visited Eng Poh (ex-teacher who used to taught me Cost Accting) who suddenly noticed me and found me familiar. He went like who was that and after a series of questions all pointed at me, ended with what's my plan for the future. I felt like shit. He shouldn't have noticed me! In fact none of the teachers should. The should juz treat me as if i'm transparent and should ignore me at all costs. David Chee made me felt oh so awkward the most although he used to be my fav lecturer. The female lecturers were nicer, though. I missed Christina (ex PACC teacher), she's so nice and everything. The gals tried to drag me inside various staff rooms as they felt that they're leaving me out. I know they're juz trying to be nice lah, but i totally cannot stand another round of "interrogations". I feel bad for the gals too, bcos they have to worry abt my feelings. Worry abt whether they're taking too long talking with a particular lecturer in the room and made me stand outside, bored to death. So sorry gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train to BJ, i forgot who said the 3 of them going to study in NTU can go and meet up to watch a movie at JP and leave Ting out (as a joke). They forgot to include my name in their conversation. Then Fel or whoever suddenly said Ying should come too. I was like: "ya i was omitted in the conversation juz nw." Oh feel like shit again as i feel that after they went to NTU they would forget me and left me out in most of their outings. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like ALL (yes i do mean all, juz go click on any one of my links) my frens are all highly educated. My sec sch clique went to Uni, now my poly clique is going into Uni and my sis too! Everybody i knew is smarter then i am, has better results then me and most probably a brighter future then me. I feel so inferior compared to them, really. Dun worry, i am &lt;strong&gt;totally &lt;/strong&gt;glad for them and am very proud of them all going into Unis.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I juz feel left out, that's all&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe i should go make some frens who are far worse then me like those who failed their 'O' levels or wat? Would they make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i wasn't me. How i which i am a million times smarter and brighter and not the one always being left out by the different cliques. Yes, i have 2 cliques. Most ppl would think "Wow that's v gd! U have so many frens!" But how many ppl knew i'm actually v lonely? That i feel like an outcast most of the time? Guess nobody did except dear. Am i being sensitive here? Or am i not? I'm not v sure. Anyway, i shall stop now. I'm tired. Of life and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: Sorry if i offended anyone in this entry. &lt;/strong&gt;But this is my blog and i'm entitled to write how i feel and also wat i wan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111745432573399984?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111745432573399984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111745432573399984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111745432573399984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111745432573399984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-awkward.html' title='Feeling Awkward'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111639668274424813</id><published>2005-05-19T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:04:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning: Extremely long post ahead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Meiyi, Shi Hui and Elaine came to my house to prepare for our game stall. It's on Vesak Day and Pu Ti Temple held a funfair to raise funds for rebuilding of their interiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us had a quick lunch and then it's down to serious work. As a ex-worker @ Precious Thots, i'm the best when it comes to wrapping. I'm not hao lian ok?! I wrapped up the soft toys with occasional help from the gals. I taught them how to make small paper bags out of wrapping papers to held sweets as our consolation prizes. In fact Yi had so much fun learning to wrap the soft toys from me! Hehe.. Her enthusiam's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui and Elaine folding paper bags &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the expert do the job! Photo taken by Yi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiyi trying to wrap up the Terapanda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next came the most crucial part! Our trial run with the materials needed for the game. Yi and Elaine wound masking tapes around the Styrofoam board which is going to be our "dart board". Tumb tacks were then stuck onto the board. Next we blew up the balloons, tie some strings around them and hung them onto the thumb tacks. The below is a pic of the description above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "dart board" is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We then stick the dart board on my wall again, using masking tape. The gals pitied my poor poor wall which is going to suffer from the darts later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up on da wall &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi and Shi Hui posing with our creation: The dart board&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that it was ready for the trial round. Fears all around as all of us were scared of the balloons' popping sound. It began with me first as i am the eldest (forgot whose idea was it). So after i braced myself and threw the first dart, the rest followed swiftly and we had so much fun! All of us forgetting that we were actually v afraid of the balloons going to pop. It was after all the balloons were all burst that we grin at one another and decided that it's so much fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After we were done with the dart board, it still looked intact which is what we wanted to achieve. in fact, i'm rather pleased with myself cos i came up with part of the idea! Yi and i were talking on the phone that particular night and we were complaining abt the costs of purchasing a notice board as our dart board. Mei Xuan (Yi's younger sister) then gave the idea of using a Styrofoam board. Both of us were unconvinced as a Styrofoam board sounds easily spoilt after we are through with it. I then added that we can try with using masking tapes on top of the Styrofoam board to add as a form of protection for the Styrofoam board. On top of that, the effect we wanted to achieve is the dart's going to stick to the Styrofoam board and not going to rebounce back as we does not want the children to hurt themselves during the game. At the end of the trial run, both effects were achieved! So imagine how pleased we were, especially me! We saved the cost of buying a notice board and the other alternative's juz as gd!! *did a little dance ard the living room*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A v pleased Ying with her idea &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soft toys we wrapped up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui hugging her favourite soft toy Miss Sunshine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine holding up 2 exact Pikachus except with different poses. Can u tell? And which one is cuter? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At the end of the day, which was abt 10pm, all of us were exhausted. By then we had also sorted out our prizes into big, medium and small. Yi was feeling sick and sneezing every few seconds. poor ger. Elaine saw the Zaizai poster in my room and insisted that i took a pic for her with it. She actually wanted her face to be as big as Zaizai's. Haha.. As it's impossible she juz had to make do with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine's favourite: Zai Zai &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me and dear went to Swensen's cafe to celebrate our 34th month anniversary which falls on Sunday, 15/5/05. However as i have to busy myself with the funfair's game stall, we celebrated on Monday, 16/5/05 which was one day after our 34th month anniversary. We had our main courses and then Earthquake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourites: Swensen's Earthquake &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank u for reading such a long entry. now i shall bestowed upon everyone with a picture of me! With rebonded hair! Wahahaha.. If u wan to compliment on my hair, firstly thank Fel who recommended Winson to me and secondly to Winson who did my hair this beautifully. Muahahaha.. Thank u everyone and have a nice day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da lady &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111639668274424813?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111639668274424813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111639668274424813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111639668274424813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111639668274424813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/05/busy-sunday.html' title='Busy Sunday'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111599621438181377</id><published>2005-05-14T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:14:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Of The Story</title><content type='html'>Tonight's the last episode of Beautiful Illusions. In case anybody doesn't know what i'm talking abt, it's the 9pm show every Mon-Fri on Channel 8 starring Fann Wong, Thomas Ong and the hunk, Qi Yuwu. I burst into tears during the last part of the show bcos it's so saddening. The ending's v sad. 2 ppl, despite having a child together (Fann and Thomas), couldn't be together due to so many unhappy things in their past. There's no forgive and forget as the damage done was too great. This show taught me a lesson: we should never seek revenge. Whenever we wanted to do anything that is against our conscience, we muz think of it's consequences for one wrong move may caused us our future and there's no turning back for it. Yup, I was glued to this TV drama ever since the first episode. In fact, I like the show v much (despite Fann Wong's in it). I followed the storyline v closely for the past few weeks and nv missed out an episode. Now i felt as if i have nothing to look forward to on every weekday 9pm... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was glued to my computer screen for abt 6 hrs this afternoon bcos i'm addicted to The Sims' 2! I love the game. Even JJ The Boyfriend couldn't stand my "craziness" over the game. Haha.. I think i'll sleep at 1 or 2am tonight bcos i want to "improve" the Sim i've painstakingly created and nurtured. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111599621438181377?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111599621438181377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111599621438181377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111599621438181377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111599621438181377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/05/moral-of-story.html' title='Moral Of The Story'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111577823867290564</id><published>2005-05-12T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T10:39:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!!</title><content type='html'>Am sick. This explains why i'm blogging at this hour of the day. As promised in previous entry, these are the photos. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat rabbit doing spread-eagled&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See wat see?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houseproud Pte Ltd's delivery van. Photo taken by Ah Sia the Delivery man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up: The oh so famous Love One Another pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below photos are taken at the Tangs Level 2 lingerie department. We reached there at abt 8+pm and insisted on using the first dressing room. There's already a mother and daughter inside before us. Juz as we were subjecting ourselves to our own fate and began changing in Room 2, the mother and daughter came out! Finally we were able to go inside Room 1. Sales assistant asked us if we were going to take pics as the previous customers did (tt's what was taking them so long inside the room) and we said no. But of cos we did! Here's wat the gleeful gals did inside the dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meishan posing happily for the cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN20811.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very gleeful gals that had taken photos inside the dressing room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my pretty french manicure! We did manicures @ Voxy Nail Potion (Orchard Branch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The v v spacious ktv room @ K Box (Hougang Plaza branch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend doing his stunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend's trip to Ubin with his fren &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My french manicure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111577823867290564?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111577823867290564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111577823867290564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111577823867290564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111577823867290564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/05/photos.html' title='Photos!!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111564937165776284</id><published>2005-05-10T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:32:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To My Life?</title><content type='html'>Hasn't been updating for awhile. Loads of pics will be up soon in the next entry. I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? I rebonded my hair. A v huge thanx to Fel who recommended her superb hairdresser to us gals. I got my hair done at a much cheaper rate than by Harvey the Hairdresser at Jean Yip. Thank u darling! *muackz* I lurrve my hair. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest was Mother's Day. Me and my sis took our whole family to Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao. To be honest, i dun enjoy myself at all... Sorry to say this: but i really dun like the mum that has been discharged from the hospital. She is like a totally different person, makes me quite sick actually. Sorry to be so unfillial. Enuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught House Of Wax with JJ and his 2 buddies. Overall it was a rather exciting show and i liked it. The storyline and plot gripped us all to the end. The only thing is the movie's quite bloody and has some obscene parts (think missing and pierced heads). Oh, Paris Hilton did nothing interesting in the show except being a total bimbo/porn star. I think she spoilt the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyfriend/Dear/JJ will be going to BMT soon. V sad. *sobs* Gals pls ask me out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be up next entry. Stay tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111564937165776284?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111564937165776284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111564937165776284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111564937165776284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111564937165776284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-happened-to-my-life.html' title='What Happened To My Life?'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111426512764380445</id><published>2005-04-24T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:05:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Long time nv blog le. Dun really feel like blogging cos been real busy lately. Actually have alot of things to update but am too lazy to type. Am updating now as requested by Xun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping @ Orchard with Xun and Ting last sat. Was really fun and i enjoyed myself. The gang always cheers me up despite anything and everything. Thank u gers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am excited abt the temple's "yi mai hui". Me, Meiyi, Peiling, Shi Hui and a few other teachers will be opening our own games stall! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving Precious Thots exactly one week from now... Actually i dun really know how i feel abt it, juz tt a part of me doesn't want to leave the shop as i'm so used to working there for 3 mths already. Hmm.. i think Wendi doesn't really wants me to leave either. Oh well, since i've already told them i'll be leaving, so be it. Feeling quite sad actually... *confused* =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111426512764380445?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111426512764380445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111426512764380445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111426512764380445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111426512764380445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/04/leaving.html' title='Leaving...'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111228090287797140</id><published>2005-04-01T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:55:02.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Good Talker?</title><content type='html'>I'm soooo happy today!! Wonder why? Bcos i've managed to sign up 2 members for the Precious Moments' Collectors' Club and Fun Club! Not any body i knew ok?! They're not even any of my frens (read: total strangers). I was surprised that i'm so eloquent. *pukes* =P Ying u mai hao lian leh u! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there're also some unhappy things between me and my collegue and an executive. Hmm... Dunno lah, v tired abt all these politics and conflicts between collegues... Knew these sort of things are inevitable when u're working with ppl, but nevertheless, i still hate it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise, there's no greater ppl in the world than one's own family, frens and his/her other half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111228090287797140?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111228090287797140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111228090287797140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111228090287797140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111228090287797140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/03/am-i-good-talker.html' title='Am I A Good Talker?'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111176693389322273</id><published>2005-03-26T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:08:53.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Finally had a well deserved break today as it's Good Friday. The pass few days had been hell for me. Gotten wind of something bad happening in Wendi's family and hence the need for me to practically take charge of the whole shop. I have been carrying the shop's keys with me everywhere, all the while worrying that they will get lost in my hands. Worked with several in-charge from other outlets. Sharon from Suntec City, Audrey from Parkway Parade, Celeste from Bugis Junction and Kara from Thomson Plaza. All has been v pleasant experiences as they are all v nice ppl. These ppl are fast becoming my frens or i should say they are my frens already. Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of frens, Xian, Ting and Fel sprang a surprise visit on me on Tuesday. Was really glad to see them as haven't seen them in ages (seems like). Fel and Xian accompanied me for dinner. Love u gals! Thanx for coming to see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my much deserved break today. JJ and me woke up at abt 9am+. (Read: Being &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; out of bed by him)&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;We then went to his bro and Meishan's house to eat breakfast which are egg sandwiches made by his brother. They were watching Passion Of The Christ on tv which i had absolutely no desire to watch again as i find the show so saddening. Decided to help Meishan with her blog and also taught her how to use Hello to upload pics onto her blog. Do visit her blog cos i did put in some effort to help her ok? U'll be greatly rewarded with a pic of her taken with Jacelyn Tay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we the ladies had a hard time persuading our men to go KTV with us. After much persuasion we finally was able to go! Imagine how happy we were. Enjoyed our ktv session v much except that felt rather bad that Jingyu didn't seems to enjoy himself. Oh well... The guys played &lt;em&gt;Da Bei Zhou&lt;/em&gt; (the Buddha song) and it was totally hilarious! Lol.. They even attempted to sing it. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Michelle @ Happy House to chat with her and also Sharon @ Suntec. The both of them were envying me as i do not need to work today. Lol.. Anyway, Wendi is coming back tmr.. Am looking forward to see her.. Hope she's feeling better soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111176693389322273?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111176693389322273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111176693389322273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111176693389322273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111176693389322273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111133097370549697</id><published>2005-03-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:02:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Juz came back from cousin Ah Bing kor kor's wedding dinner. Although the food wasn't fantastic and certainly not enuf for 11 people to eat, but i still enjoyed myself. In fact, am really really happy for my cousin as he's finally married after going through so many unhappiness with his ex-fiancee. A wonderful guy like him certainly deserves happiness. To be honest, his wedding's the one i look forward to most compared to other cousins'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A v thank u to Kaixuan for teaching me some valuable things and advicing me on what to do regarding a certain problem. Thank u so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, one more thing to add. Lemony Snicket's books are definately NOT as nice as Harry Potter's books. I can't believe that the series actually beat Harry Potter's as the best selling children's books. Goodness no! Am horrified. The Harry Potter books  are certainly much much more better. The best children's books, in fact. Recently am in love with Jane Green's books as find her a fantastic writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111133097370549697?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111133097370549697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111133097370549697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111133097370549697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111133097370549697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/03/cousins-wedding.html' title='Cousin&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111106988860376430</id><published>2005-03-18T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:31:28.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>Juz wanna share a piece of gd news with everybody. The Boyfriend has &lt;b&gt;passed his driving test&lt;/b&gt;! Hurray! Am so happy for him. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111106988860376430?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111106988860376430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111106988860376430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111106988860376430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111106988860376430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-111068944694176987</id><published>2005-03-14T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:50:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Ok hasn't been updating for a loooong time. Not that alot of ppl wants to read my blog. Yest helped Meishan with her blog and am rather pleased with the results. I'm sure she loves it too. Am i right Meishan? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then JJ's bro drove me and JJ to catch midnight moive "I Do, I Do" starring Alan Wu(!), Adrian Pang and Sharon Au. I really like Jack Neo's films as they are funny, creative and most importantly, they are local productions. &lt;b&gt;Made In Singapore&lt;/b&gt;. And i'm damn proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to "I Do, I Do", it's a fantastic movie, not surprisingly as it was directed by Jack Neo. I love Adrian's character. Although he wasn't handsome, but he's an incrediblely wonderful guy in the movie which i'm sure most of us girls would want a husband like him. To be honest, i want a husband like him too. He possesses all the gd points a woman wants in a man: willing to scacrifice for his loved one, will give her anything she wants, always sticking ard when the lady is down, loyal, loves the lady whole heartedly and dearly.... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u gals for the lovely early birthday present "Remember, We're In It Together" figurine. Yes gals, we're in everything together! =) Disney On Ice: Princess Classics anyone? JJ and i are going to catch it next Sat night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-111068944694176987?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/111068944694176987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=111068944694176987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111068944694176987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/111068944694176987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-110947711061680891</id><published>2005-02-28T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:05:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Ooff Totally</title><content type='html'>Went to Xun's hse yest as the gals were all there. We had a fun time eating snacks, playing with Peppa her dog and occassionally gossiping abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was off to Ying Chun's chalet with Hanyan, Jermaine and Cindy after that. Everything was fine at the beginning until we reached there and somebody popped me a question on whether i'm going to graduate soon. I told her no and that i've dropped-out. That should be the end of the conversation since we are not close right? No, she popped another question asking me why i quitted and i replied her nicely that Accountancy is too stressful for me. When she asked me what i am doing now then, i replied proudly: "Precious Thots" and her response and reaction pissed me off IMMEDIATELY. She then proceeded to ask about how much i earn, whether is it enough and what-nots. By this time, i was totally pissed off. So what if u're earning or going to earn twice as much as me? Or even triple my pay?! I'm happy with my job and i feel no obligation to answer all ur fucking questions. I went off early as a result cos i couldn't stand breathing in the same air as her. Pardon me. Anybody who looks down on me or my job is no friend of mine! I repeat in caps, bold and italics: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO FREN OF MINE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thank u very much. And i would greatly appreciate if Hanyan, Jermaine and Cindy pls do not ask her along when i'm with u gals and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel, Xian, Xun and Ting are going to Uni next. Feel so left out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-110947711061680891?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/110947711061680891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=110947711061680891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110947711061680891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110947711061680891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/02/pissed-ooff-totally.html' title='Pissed Ooff Totally'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-110925734195534157</id><published>2005-02-25T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:02:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Complains On China Folks</title><content type='html'>So sorry to all my darling frens that i hasn't been updating u gals on my life. Well, Monday was my company, HouseProud Pte Ltd's Dinner &amp; Dance.  Had a really enjoyable time as the MC was funny and i get to see all the office ppl letting their hair down and have fun! Suba and Colin were examples. Love that part when the 4 guys (including Colin) on stage had to do pole dancing! It was damn hilarious. I got to know several ppl from both the office and retail side which was really cool. Yup, basically i was laughing the whole time. Wendi said i was bad cos i laughed at Ah Ken who sang out of tune! Oops, baddy me. Like Mike Chew the GM said, if we could all wear the outfits we wore to D &amp; D everyday to work, the sales for all the outlets would triple! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun aside, Wendi took mc for 2 days and i got to work with Michelle and Karen, which is a really gd thing for me as i got to know more ppl! Michelle's really really nice and i do hope to work with her in future again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all China ppl: GO BACK TO UR COUNTRY IF U THINK EVERYTHING'S FREE!! Pardon me for the rude outburst, but i really do hate it when u all asked us whether this particular item got discount or not. Juz bcos a 50% sign is pasted next to the Peter Rabbit's promotional items doesn't mean that everything's going at half price! Well, fuck u if u think so. Like i said b4, go back to ur country if u think everything's free or u want bloody cheap things. Go back to ur country. This is Singapore, NOT CHINA. Yes, i've encountered enough of u china folks in my shop. And i have to clarify something b4 everybody accused me of being a baddie, not only does me hate u China ppl for thinking u can get everything cheap, so does Wendi and Kelly the in-charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give u ppl some more examples (real-life encounters ok?) before everybody started posting comments on how bloody bad Ying am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real-Life Encounter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All dialouges are in Mandrin bcos they are FROM CHINA. I'm juz typing it out in English cos typing them in Hanyu Pinyin will take me some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yes Ma'm may i help u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: Ya. These bears are going for sale at 1/2 price?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Sorry ma'm, the discounts are only for these bears in brown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China Lady: Oh, ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glances at the bears then walks to another section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: Can i have one of this pencil case?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yup sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying went into the store room and dig out a new precious Moments' pencil case and returned a minute later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Here's ur new pencil case ma'm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: This pencil case $4.90 right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Are u a member?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: No. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh, if u're not a member, the pencil case is $7.90.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: But i thought is $4.90? It's written on the memo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Sorry ma'm, $4.90 is only for members. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: Oh, in that case i dun wan already. Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;China lady: Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, i'm really too pissed off to be polite to her. U fucking lady made me dig ALL THE WAY DOWN to my store room to find u a pencil case and u dun want it anymore?! Hey fuck you. Can't u read the memo? It's written that $4.90 is Members' Special Price! The offer price which is $7.90, is also stated. If u can't read English, then pls have the courtesy to ask me what is written on it! Honestly, i won't laugh at u! U scared i laugh at u dunno English is it? Sorry lor i won't. I would be too happy to tell u what's written on the memo instead of you keeping quiet and making me dig out the pencil case. And then u tell me u dun wan it anymore! Fuck u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the vulgarities ppl, i'm really too angry for words at these China folks. That not only applies to them, but for some Singaporeans as well. Cheapskate. Like Wendi said, they only know how to disgrace themselves. Enough of all these. Shall go and get a gd nite's rest. Gdnight peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-110925734195534157?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/110925734195534157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=110925734195534157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110925734195534157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110925734195534157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/02/updates-and-complains-on-china-folks.html' title='Updates and Complains On China Folks'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-110848031659804606</id><published>2005-02-16T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:11:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Valentine's Day Entry</title><content type='html'>A v happy belated Valentine's Day to all my frens! Yest was really one hectic day as it was V Day and loads of ppl came to our shop to buy gifts for their loved ones. 19 figurines were sold! One guy bought this latest Nokia handphone for his wife and requested me to wrap it up for him. This lady asked me to help her wrap her cd she bought for her boyfriend and she complimented on my wrapping skills! Am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch time crowd was soooo thick yest. There were 4 staff: Wendi, me, Joeis and Agnes. Although there were 4 of us but we coped juz nice only. Abt 5pm, ppl practically poured into the shop. Wendi, Agnes and me could hardly take our dinner. Was so busy that i didn't even feel hungry! Was juz so happy running ard and serving customers. Love was in the air in the shop~ Our closing sales was 4k! Even better than Bugis's which is in the shopping area! Real happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw ppl carrying flowers and walking ard with their boyfriends or girlfriends while i was in the shop serving customers. A far cry from how i spent my last yr's V Day. But nevertheless, i still enjoyed myself. Xun purposely took the train down to my shop to pass me the cookies she made herself and Xian's candies. Thank u gers! I love both ur presents! U gals really really made my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i wanna thank my dear Li Jingjie. I love u dear, alot alot alot... I love ur card, it's the best card i've ever received. Yes, the very very best. *muackz* Happy 31st month anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-110848031659804606?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/110848031659804606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=110848031659804606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110848031659804606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110848031659804606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/02/post-valentines-day-entry.html' title='Post Valentine&apos;s Day Entry'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299164.post-110820392285692898</id><published>2005-02-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T18:48:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year's Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bing kor kor's dog, Munchkin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Qing jie jie and Gary kor kor's dog, Audey. The one who knows how to play soccer (refer to previous post). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JJ and i went to the River Angbao on Thurs. The place was crowded with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore River Angbao's fortune god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were lots of beatiful "lanterns" featuring the 12 zodiac animals. Lots of ppl were crowding ard taking pictures, me and JJ were no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying with tigers. Photo taken by JJ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born in the Year of the Cow! Photo taken by JJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to u the roosters! Happy Rooster Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the rabbits. Ugly me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this lovely wishing well which lots of ppl were trying to hit the bells tied on it. The bells all have different meanings. Prosperity, wishing u gd in studies, may lovers be together and so forth. V meaningful and me, being a sucker for this sort of things, decided to throw a 10 cents coin at the wishing well too. There's no particular bell i want to aim at, juz wished that it would hit any one of them. Too bad i hit non of the bells. So did JJ. The workers there picking the coins ppl had thrown at the wishing well were so afraid of the lot of them falling on their heads that they took umbrellas to shelter themselves! Lol.. How nice if it is raining coins in Singapore. Or would anyone like to shower me with coins?? Lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wishing well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the Eight Immortal's He Xian Gu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played games and viewed the marriage exhibition too! We won a green soft toy monkey. I love the River Angbao. Happy New Year everyone!! Gong Xi Fa Cai and Xue Ye Jing Bu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/640/DSCN1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #996699 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #996699 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #996699 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/101/1787/320/DSCN1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying standing next to the sedan chair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299164-110820392285692898?l=ying1985.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/feeds/110820392285692898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299164&amp;postID=110820392285692898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110820392285692898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299164/posts/default/110820392285692898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ying1985.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-years-pics.html' title='Chinese New Year&apos;s Pics'/><author><name>Ying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01818113234404078548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
