<?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-38913723</id><updated>2011-08-06T22:12:55.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pending.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4243803165308103113</id><published>2010-11-09T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:16:58.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa lives in our hearts.</title><content type='html'>Papa passed on last Tuesday. I'm going back to work and everything seems the same yet it's entirely different. I miss you so much. I need to stop replaying the last moments of your life and remember the happy times. Move ahead. I guess time will make it better. I love you papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4243803165308103113?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4243803165308103113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4243803165308103113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4243803165308103113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4243803165308103113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2010/11/papa-lives-in-our-hearts.html' title='Papa lives in our hearts.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-510673095845478817</id><published>2010-10-22T03:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:54:38.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the longest time since a proper update. How time flies, it's now October 2010 already. It's been a rollercoaster ride of 2 years and as things seem to settle down, new things pop up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that's life. I've always wished that time would stop and things don't change because I've always loved the present. But till the time machine and genies exist, I guess that ain't going to happen. Still, it doesn't stop me from wishing my same old wishes from young... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt lots in these 2 years. If there's a turning point in my life or a climax in my novel, it is now. Random bouts of emotion that I can't seem to control, constant pain and fear. Fear. I think a part of me is even scared to sleep. I'm scared of what would be in store for me when I wake up, and I'm immensely terrified of how he is when we are all sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've also learnt about Love and creation. Being strong and giving. I'll focus on what I want with papa and what he wants. Our hearts will always be alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thankful for what we have so far. I love my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight bloggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and more love,&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Ang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-510673095845478817?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/510673095845478817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=510673095845478817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/510673095845478817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/510673095845478817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-4696368502041056719</id><published>2010-05-17T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:33:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live it real, give it all (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Aye, I've forgotten that this blog of mine existed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't used the computer much recently, much less blog. Since my computer kamakazied near the end of last year along with my cranky msn, i've stopped coming online using my desktop. At times i'm on the laptop which has its own problems but most of the time, i'm just on my iphone. All hail the mighty Apple (: I'm now best reachable by text, whatsapp, twitter or FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me has moved on a lot since my last post. I'm considering starting a brand new blog but i do still like this url :/ In the meantime, i'll continue my hiatus! Haha. All that talk for naught -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update, i'm over and done with my party life! Been too wild for too long. Bye Rebel! Bye &lt;s&gt;Flings &lt;/s&gt;Party people! I'm happily catching up with my life right now with my family and friends. I'm thankful for all the experiences thus far and i regret not one of it. They have made me who i am today. Imma go on living my life the way i want it without any regrets. Carpe Diem, people!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4696368502041056719?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4696368502041056719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4696368502041056719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4696368502041056719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4696368502041056719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2010/05/live-it-real-give-it-all.html' title='Live it real, give it all (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-6520831619655148791</id><published>2009-12-29T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:23:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well hello there! I'm obviously back from wonderful Thailand, Bangkok. *Khabu Khab~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me when i say i'm going to blog about my 5 day Bangkok Trip okay? I'm trying hard to curb my bad habits, especially the procrastination and junkfood frenzy. And i think i have improved somewhat. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's one thing left to do before i move on with my life &lt;s&gt;as a singleton&lt;/s&gt;... Yes i partied, got semi-drunk, cried my eyes out &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(when i was tipsy?)&lt;/span&gt;, got hungover with days of migraine, lost my appetite, escaped to a foreign country... okay lah some of these things just happened at the same time. But anyway, i wanted to say that i cleared most of my life of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing is that because it's been 3 years, everything seems to remind you of the person. I have included him in every part of my life and given my all. I have been down the route of "&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;was it mostly my fault&lt;/span&gt;" and so on but ultimately i guess &lt;strong&gt;it doesn't matter anymore&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah, i need to stop thinking about it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was saying, it's been so long it's hard to clear my life of him but then again, we didn't have much to begin with. All this dawned on me when i started clearing away our things. The changes... I should have realized this and ended it earlier before all this shit could happen. I think the familiarity took the best of me and i was hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340519717603970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Szjq_AdsioI/AAAAAAAABY0/CJ3K0wUlE10/s320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ..................... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340530857676498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Szjq_p9sjtI/AAAAAAAABY8/0R5TvMuUf4g/s320/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is like 90% of our story. Not including the plushies and photos i guess. I am anal like that. I insist to keep all the small things -every movie ticket, sentosa ticket, candle... At times i think i should be a guy :/ So yeah, i packed 'em up and they fit easily into these li'l packages. I'll have to remove the plushies from my bed one by one as i still can't bear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the last time you will hear about "FatFat", "baby", or see our photograph &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(there in the photo got our picture what!)&lt;/span&gt;. Guess i'll have to remove my photo-video-scroll thingy too cause it contains a lot of our photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a heavy heart, this has truly come to an end.&lt;/strong&gt; I hope that the past 3 years havent been just a dream on my part. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each time i want to feel nostalgic, the image of your photos and your lies hit me in the face. So i'm not going to let myself miss anything. I'll look back and smile. I'll just remember the happy times, however little they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the bottom of my heart, thank you for the memories. I wish you and your family well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i am strong enough now that i can blog like that without feeling the familar pang in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for the rumors and gossips to die. Yes i ended it, but he wanted it too. Yes of course it hurts like hell and it gives me sleepless night and empty dreams. Hope that's enough information for you. Let's move on now, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Randomly inserts photo of myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420340538913973138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SzjrAH-d45I/AAAAAAAABZE/D4aFwXnzQ-Q/s320/roadside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I told you i'm grand. Just addicted to nightlife once again :/ I'm doing things i have never done before, and doing things &lt;strong&gt;just because i can&lt;/strong&gt;. I love my family and my friends and the wonderful people who have been helping me stay happy. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday has been really long. 2 weeks ago and now seems to be a world apart. I'm actually glad about it. Tml, i'm starting work again. It's not exactly a brand new start, but it's a change. Next year will be the full-fledged change. I seriously can't wait to start a new phase of my life. I know i sound like i'm down, but i'm not laa. I'm grand (: byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6520831619655148791?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6520831619655148791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6520831619655148791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6520831619655148791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6520831619655148791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-baby.html' title='Goodbye, baby.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Szjq_AdsioI/AAAAAAAABY0/CJ3K0wUlE10/s72-c/IMG_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-3217211222173441274</id><published>2009-12-20T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:06:07.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Bangkok! (:</title><content type='html'>AHH. Where did the time go? The past week have been hazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to clear out my room and update on my non-love life since suddenly my blog viewership have gone up by leaps. Hmm... But like i said the past week have been too hazy. I have not had a proper sleep for awhile and i'm feeling super sickly :( And i need to get up in 2+ hours. Pls let me be fine by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights! I'll update everything when i'm back from Thailand. I'll be back on the 24th around evening i presume. Please miss me while i'm away and wait for me under the mistletoe :/ I know you you you and you are reading! Tag my blog to make me feel loved can? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just need to summon up my energy and excitement for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shir's going to leave everything behind and escape for 5 days. Goodbye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3217211222173441274?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3217211222173441274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3217211222173441274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3217211222173441274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3217211222173441274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-bangkok.html' title='Off to Bangkok! (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-7764197990576035943</id><published>2009-12-15T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:56:13.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm single.</title><content type='html'>i typed a post, then decided to save it as draft instead. Let's keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up. No more you me us. I called him up last night to end it and he was just waiting around for me to end it too. This should have been done earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like i don't know you at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i believe that one can get so upset/disgusted that they vomit. &amp;amp; keep wanting to do so though there's nothing left to throw up. Been 48 hours of not sleeping. When late night falls, it's the hardest part i admit. I can't say that im not hurt, because i truly am. I guess you're not worth it at all. I would like to think that you are though, because it's been almost 3 years. Anyway, don't underestimate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me, i'm grand (: I'm back, stronger than ever. I can't wait to start a new phase in my life. Good night (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7764197990576035943?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7764197990576035943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7764197990576035943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7764197990576035943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7764197990576035943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-single.html' title='i&apos;m single.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-7633991204474695847</id><published>2009-12-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:25:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end.</title><content type='html'>This is it. I've had my share of bad news. I need to stay strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7633991204474695847?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7633991204474695847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7633991204474695847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7633991204474695847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7633991204474695847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-end.html' title='it&apos;s the end.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-5866419160908114144</id><published>2009-12-10T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:25:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants: patient throughout 5 hour wait for m1 iphone BUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RANTING TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not grumbling beacause i queued &lt;strong&gt;FIVE hours&lt;/strong&gt; for my m1 iphone from daylight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413268018937612050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sx_KlR7CRxI/AAAAAAAABYk/dx52R3ylRIs/s320/DSC01832.JPG" border="0" /&gt; till dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267190335662290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sx_J1DI76NI/AAAAAAAABYU/GzoBinc5LTs/s320/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this measly piece of paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413268023820024866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sx_KlkHF_CI/AAAAAAAABYs/zu7NLK5kR14/s320/DSC01837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor am i grumbling because i had to continue to queue for these 4 numbers to show up on the screen for my turn, nor because i had to wait another 30 people just for payment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, &lt;strong&gt;i'm complaining because the M1 girl doesn't know how to do her job properly&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, i have no idea why she had to take my simcard and keep it in the iphone till payment time. After waiting pass around 10 people, i decided it was just too pointless to keep my card there and i can't use my current phone. And what if they gave away the iphone with MY simcard in it?! *shudders* So, i asked it back from her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She searched for my iphone, then tried to take out my simcard. She couldn't get it out. &lt;strong&gt;She took out her NAME TAG and used the PIN at the back of it to poke at my iphone. She poked at e li'l hole, she poked all over the simcard holder. She used her fake nails to try desperately to scratch the simcard out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She got the guy beside her to help and he whispered, "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't use that pin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(I didn't understand fully as this' the first time i'm getting an iphone, perhaps she should try another pin, i thought)&lt;/span&gt;. Still, it was all in vain. My poor simcard was stuck in there. My only thought was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;darn, get my card out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the phone is probably&lt;strong&gt; faulty&lt;/strong&gt;, i need to get her to get me a new piece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Then she went in to get the manager's help and came out sputtering, "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dunno why when i do here cannot, go in show him then can come out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time, she used the SPECIAL PIN designed for iphones and&lt;em&gt; of course&lt;/em&gt;, the simcard holder came out easily. I was like, "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so u mean there's a pin for it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" And took the phone to check for obvious scratches which i couldn't see. My main focus then was to see if my phone is fine and usable and that was all. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't realize the faulty thing was &lt;em&gt;Her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dislike not being able to think on my feet fast enough :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I paid, then immediately took my iphone out to check it. And there they were. Tiny scratches near the hole and sim card holder. Tiny ones but it's my new phone what, sure will scrutinize right?! Like you won't!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went away to watch 'Cruel Temptation' that my family record everyday and now i feel okay already lah. Just wanted to grumble! That M1 girl was too unprofessional to use a random pin and poke at a new phone. Her name's Yvonne :/ After being the patient and understanding customer for 5 hours, i had to be the unlucky one. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, women are vicious and scary. Something like that can be analysed to bits and blogged about over 500characters. Then we'll feel somewhat appeased. Okay i need to stop scrutinzing my iphone! Let it be a good $518 well spent please! *breathes in and out in a bitch fit*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-5866419160908114144?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/5866419160908114144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=5866419160908114144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5866419160908114144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5866419160908114144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/12/rants-patient-throughout-5-hour-wait.html' title='Rants: patient throughout 5 hour wait for m1 iphone BUT.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sx_KlR7CRxI/AAAAAAAABYk/dx52R3ylRIs/s72-c/DSC01832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4412876072723708173</id><published>2009-12-06T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:12:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412156544546526002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SxvXs9KAUzI/AAAAAAAABYE/IccQL-0eNOo/s320/DSC01793variation2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're just like poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4412876072723708173?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4412876072723708173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4412876072723708173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4412876072723708173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4412876072723708173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/12/poison.html' title='poison.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SxvXs9KAUzI/AAAAAAAABYE/IccQL-0eNOo/s72-c/DSC01793variation2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-5514035058526166224</id><published>2009-11-30T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:23:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Here i am on a Sunday night, not sleeping. The original idea as usual was to spend e day doing meaningful things, like finally getting around to doing up my family photos then end if off with blogging and tucking into bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. There's always a BUT. i spent too long of my long weekend free doing nothing. Yep, spent too long a time doing absolutely nothing. How does it feel? Like i just wasted a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest how i always procrastinate so much. I dislike my bad habits but my will to change them just doesn't seem strong enough. No, scratch that. My will power is strong enough but it goes on and off; i tend to forget it. Now that i am 80% recovered from my bad sorethroat &amp;amp; awful ulcers, i'm back to my pigging out on junkfood while reading. I disgust myself sometimes. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still so many thoughts in my mind at all times. There are some things that i can't accept and i don't think i ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so sad because i know i was once so contented and that i probably won't reach there anymore. We won't. Still, i'll keep praying for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost. I don't know how to deal with it. How do you make the most of everyday and have no regrets? Somehow i don't know how to do that and i do not want to have any regrets after. For the first time as well, I do not know how to explain what i'm feeling. Words seem to fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my next post should be something more interesting with pictures. I would like to blog about the camp and other happier things. Let's have a Marvelous Monday tml. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;//Then there's this other thing. Each time I feel like giving up, you try harder. Each time i get closer to the edge, you give in more. Why? I thought you would want to give up too but you have surprised me. I really want to believe, and i would like a picture of us in the future but i can't help feeling unsure. After all these i've been through, i don't know if you'll be able to support me like how i need to be supported. I don't want to push you too hard and get you unhappy too... I really need the support that will keep me from falling. I'm sorry for all the awful words and behaviour, I can't seem to stop myself. You staying even after all my complaints should already be proof to me. It is to my heart, but my mind has other issues to worry about. I want to believe. &lt;em&gt;I hope&lt;/em&gt; there is really a future.//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-5514035058526166224?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/5514035058526166224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=5514035058526166224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5514035058526166224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5514035058526166224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-thoughts.html' title='more thoughts.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-3978122206574747261</id><published>2009-11-24T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:18:03.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the tears have made me so, so tired. The bad news seem to keep coming and are getting worse at that. i don't want to hear them anymore. This is already the worst ever. I don't want to accept such cruel reality to good people.  I don't want, and i can't, i refuse to accept it. i just wish to wake up and find that this is a horrible nightmare. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't dare to imagine the future; yet i can't stop the thoughts. i can't stop the tears. i can't stop anything. i feel so useless. there's nothing i can do. i would do anything, &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; at all to change this fate. i'm still going to hope and pray for miracles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to stop time. i want to stop time and run away together. i want to prolong every moment and keep them close to my heart. For the first time, i really hate what life is doing to us. i want to go back to feeling blessed and contented with my quiet little life with them. and then stop there. can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now i have to smile, cheer and look happy like i dont have a care in the world, like so many others. "yippe camp tml, how fun!" Please let me mask myself well, i don't want to lose control. Also for the first time, i feel that this is fcuking unfair. I don't know what to believe in anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3978122206574747261?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3978122206574747261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3978122206574747261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3978122206574747261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3978122206574747261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html' title='time...'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-3359267781959492558</id><published>2009-11-22T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:27:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts aplenty.</title><content type='html'>i don't like this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3359267781959492558?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3359267781959492558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3359267781959492558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3359267781959492558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3359267781959492558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts-aplenty.html' title='thoughts aplenty.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-7118274229618774718</id><published>2009-11-18T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:11:23.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spitting out blood?</title><content type='html'>I just noticed another ulcer at the roof of my mouth, near my throat. Thought that's why my throat hurts so bad. Rinsed and checked, no blood on it. So i did a test, i tried spitting some phlegm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood came out again. &lt;strong&gt;I'm effing scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to google it and i'm now even more scared that it could be something really serious. Fcuk. I think i'll go visit another doctor tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7118274229618774718?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7118274229618774718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7118274229618774718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7118274229618774718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7118274229618774718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/11/spitting-out-blood.html' title='spitting out blood?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-4439937388607597968</id><published>2009-11-17T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:29:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated Hallowen post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405087908310347378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK60LKY7nI/AAAAAAAABT0/kj52JehRkL4/s320/16044_318674455576_764995576_9497544_2014713_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know it's a few weeks after Halloween but better late than never right? That night, i celebrated Small Jess' 21st birthday with the Nra Babes then rushed down to meet the besties for Halloween night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The theme for the party was TaiTais so i couldn't really dress up as anything else for Halloween. Next year, we'll dress up in costume okays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have been waaaay to busy with work that i don't have e time to do other things and blog. I detest it this way, really. Work shouldn't take up so much of my time. It's probably time to move on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, before i get too hung up with the work topic, i shall just dump a truck load of photos here for your viewing &lt;s&gt;dis&lt;/s&gt;pleasure. A picture is worth a thousand words right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405087916560282450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK60p5U81I/AAAAAAAABUE/hPBq_quvhYo/s320/16044_318674375576_764995576_9497533_3520338_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405087911085099186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK60Vf8SLI/AAAAAAAABT8/ZcZu5XH-mQ4/s320/16044_318674355576_764995576_9497530_8060017_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405087924616157346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK61H5_2KI/AAAAAAAABUM/T25lWPvqq5s/s320/16044_318674380576_764995576_9497534_4565375_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405087928198373922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK61VQEIiI/AAAAAAAABUU/uieX5OCuEKY/s320/16044_318674420576_764995576_9497540_6402400_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In St.James washroom. Love Bee's expression&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (or lack thereof)&lt;/span&gt; here! The queue was insanely long and we didn't bother queuing up for it. Went up to one of e pubs to chill instead and wait for the queue to magically disappear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089506354056850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8RMVszpI/AAAAAAAABUk/brFOfHmdJ1Q/s320/16044_318674435576_764995576_9497542_1555894_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089510115773986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8RaWkDiI/AAAAAAAABUs/xQcN1GqyRwk/s320/16044_318674450576_764995576_9497543_2063345_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089513305571682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8RmPEgWI/AAAAAAAABU0/PGelFI7-PyQ/s320/16044_318674490576_764995576_9497548_4888050_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089500452693794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8Q2WtJyI/AAAAAAAABUc/xbrThmcUnQA/s320/16044_318674430576_764995576_9497541_4076257_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After spending a looong time in the washroom, the queue was still there with mad people actually queueing up fot it. We decided to cab over to Clarke Quay instead. How i miss MOS! Oh i just remember about the first Taxi that sent us to Powerhouse. The uncle was so HIP. He blasted Poker Face, Remedy and so on. Even told us to guess his age and if we get it right, he will buy us a drink at powerhouse. I told him "&lt;em&gt;If we get it right, we don't have to pay e cab fare.&lt;/em&gt;" HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089874613207266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8moNhgOI/AAAAAAAABVU/eNDxE2vTFCI/s320/16044_318674530576_764995576_9497555_1492059_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to Zirca instead after walking around the area. It was around 1am then? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089520106390354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8R_kgw1I/AAAAAAAABU8/WKTmKpTrIuw/s320/16044_318674515576_764995576_9497552_2348062_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089869073830674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8mTk1UxI/AAAAAAAABVM/pa4fNYDr2Rc/s320/16044_318674525576_764995576_9497554_4949557_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089862929824130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8l8r_OYI/AAAAAAAABVE/wapjsgDUnfI/s320/16044_318674520576_764995576_9497553_6304042_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After finally getting a stamp, we decided we were too hungry. Maybe after seeing the dead bodies? eeeewwwwwwwlll. We wanted to go to Macs like old times but it was full. On our way over to the restaurant, i saw... BABY! He came for meeee (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090382611150050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9EMpq9OI/AAAAAAAABV8/UDT2l47he_k/s320/16044_318674570576_764995576_9497562_4093167_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090357188209010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9Ct8XqXI/AAAAAAAABVs/AXEI_Gw1Ku4/s320/16044_318674560576_764995576_9497560_3226546_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090369885412002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9DdPnmqI/AAAAAAAABV0/P6ROkrCfzvc/s320/16044_318674565576_764995576_9497561_3481932_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089882098243778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8nEGGGMI/AAAAAAAABVk/dlmys7aFH1k/s320/16044_318674555576_764995576_9497559_6515851_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He was supposed to be sleeping in camp, but his Sgts woke him up and asked if he wanted to sneak out with them. Said 1 of their sisters were performing or something. So he went along since im in the area! When he told me on the phone that he could come and see me for awhile, i almost didn't believe him. It was a pleasant surprise. I missed him joining me for such outings. Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Still, he left after awhile. Met some of my old friends in the restaurant and they were having this skull w them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090393422922978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9E07ZhOI/AAAAAAAABWE/won2i8Vet0k/s320/16044_318674580576_764995576_9497563_1599439_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090981593698114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9nECPT0I/AAAAAAAABWU/HKKJYorsXK8/s320/16044_318674650576_764995576_9497573_5599_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Min apparently likes it :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090986168918210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9nVFDoMI/AAAAAAAABWc/IWEsCvP6bPs/s320/16044_318674710576_764995576_9497580_1350924_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bee's headband is cuter! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090992451657698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9nse-n-I/AAAAAAAABWk/5q9Pb18Fw18/s320/16044_318674745576_764995576_9497585_7753172_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin's and my lousy manicure. I didnt take any picture of our food because we were too busy gobbling them up. It was a whole table full! (: By the time we head back into &lt;s&gt;MOS&lt;/s&gt; Rebel, it was like 3am? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405091613793787138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-L3KfHQI/AAAAAAAABXc/Zsz9HuWWnmA/s320/16044_318675080576_764995576_9497630_5966099_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405090999065988114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK9oFH9TBI/AAAAAAAABW0/iZ1zh1bQG64/s320/16044_318674880576_764995576_9497605_5375278_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405091593393927186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-KrKx9BI/AAAAAAAABW8/HfH6YHcPsnU/s320/16044_318674895576_764995576_9497607_7845304_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually i didn't know what/who it was i was taking photo with. I thought we were just taking a photo w him cause he had BIG hair. I totally didn't expect My Flintstone here to show up in my pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405091598436119138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-K987smI/AAAAAAAABXE/NuUlZijNauM/s320/16044_318675055576_764995576_9497627_4073297_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And some funny looking person that Bee claimed is hot?! Is it him?! He is so not! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405091601307107954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-LIpbgnI/AAAAAAAABXM/9d2X3LUVOqk/s320/16044_318675065576_764995576_9497628_6912193_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405091605302779298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-LXiEnaI/AAAAAAAABXU/c0AivahgQ3k/s320/16044_318675075576_764995576_9497629_255365_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Bouncer came by with this HUGE bear. it's just slightly bigger than my MeToYou okay. He was hilarious lah, carrying it around and going, "&lt;em&gt;excuse me, sorry tis' my girlfriend!&lt;/em&gt;" On the dancefloor too! And yes, it was jampacked! He even danced and grinded with it! If only we could video it down. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092063046998642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-mAwzGnI/AAAAAAAABXs/4AVEZhtvHoY/s320/16044_318675115576_764995576_9497636_4823729_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092068768496418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-mWE6OyI/AAAAAAAABX0/O-1Vuq256SI/s320/16044_318675135576_764995576_9497639_7435910_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405092062030583522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK-l8-d1uI/AAAAAAAABXk/rFTe4bp6_hs/s320/16044_318675105576_764995576_9497634_1058347_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Soon, we got bored. Actually we were quite bored on the dancefloor somehow. It was different from the past clubbing sessions. Are we getting old? Hmm... We went to the restroom before the songs ended and camwhored instead. It was still a night to remember. More Halloween nights to come eh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405089872742514658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK8mhPg_-I/AAAAAAAABVc/7BBTDRMLLCw/s320/16044_318674550576_764995576_9497558_7443332_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm glad you came after all. It made the night just right. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4439937388607597968?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4439937388607597968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4439937388607597968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4439937388607597968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4439937388607597968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/11/belated-hallowen-post.html' title='belated Hallowen post'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwK60LKY7nI/AAAAAAAABT0/kj52JehRkL4/s72-c/16044_318674455576_764995576_9497544_2014713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-5847595140676977143</id><published>2009-11-16T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:06:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick, and freaking out about it. :(</title><content type='html'>oh fcuk fcuk fcuk. Here i am too sick again. I realize that this happens when im overly stressed, busy, tired and with a huge lack of rest. This time it's waaaay too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spitting out blood! Bloood-ed! BLOOD! and it's not just once, it's every time when i spit a bit of saliva. Yucky, i know but still. im friggin' scared :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to e lousy Doctor at Jo-Lin clinic or sth. Dear Yin accompanied me and we waited for like 40mins? And she spoke to me fer like 3mins?! She totally dismissed my concerns of my throat n just said that "&lt;em&gt;yeah, e sore throat is quite deep&lt;/em&gt;". Then proceeded to check my palms and feet and said, "&lt;em&gt;hope it's not HFMD&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;ok i give u 2 days MC. That's it&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home and spoke to my colleague who told me to go for a check-up and all the negative things that might happen. And there, you have a overly worried girl. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, my throat feels as if there is a deep cut or like a knife pointing at it :( And i have 5 ulcers too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404708287807754994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwFhjWlkEvI/AAAAAAAABTs/7XERm2QLj8s/s320/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My medication on our Chinese looking table. Antibiotics and fever medicine to swallow, lozenges to suckle, gurgle to.. well, gurgle and ulcer cream for my ulcers. Sucha troublesome combination of medicine! You can't possible suckle and gargle or apply ulcer cream and gurgle at one go right?! Plus after the gurgle and ulcer cream, my mouth taste horrid. Like sth turned rancid. I had no choice bt to have other sweets. I have no idea if it's e after taste of e gurgle or just e ulcer cream &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(but i'm used to this already n i dont rem such a yecky taste)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHHHH.&lt;strong&gt; i hate it i hate it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet you enjoyed reading my over-exceedingly minor details about my being sick. Somehow i always dont have the time to blog about happy events but when i have thing to grumble about, i'm here. Tsk. Sigh. i hope things get better and my next entry will be a good one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate how health, sickness, diasasters and accidents affect our happy life. Why can't we just keep on living normally, happily? It's a rhetorical question, DON'T answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-5847595140676977143?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/5847595140676977143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=5847595140676977143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5847595140676977143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5847595140676977143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sick-and-freaking-out-about-it.html' title='i&apos;m sick, and freaking out about it. :('/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SwFhjWlkEvI/AAAAAAAABTs/7XERm2QLj8s/s72-c/DSC01763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8711464182424019978</id><published>2009-10-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:27:15.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties. Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397313393620481090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sucb73A09EI/AAAAAAAABTk/9pbfAi3PfbU/s320/DSCF2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Parties and more parties. It's fun and relaxing i guess. Though we often have to come back down to reality after all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i'm missing time with my family. i know time is e same for everyone, it can't be exceptionally short for me and i can't make it longer. Ought to remember to spend it wisely. &amp;amp; seriously want to stop my procrastination this time round. Time time time. &lt;strong&gt;i wish it would stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i enjoy the parties and want more of my nightlife back as it is my out__ (out what? forgot what's e word. it's like my way of letting out stress. ahh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought are all over. I'm going to try to sleep before 3am today. Need my rest. Bringing e kids out on field trip to Science Centre tml! Maybe we'll go see the Body stuff too if we have the time! Night blog, don't write me off just yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8711464182424019978?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8711464182424019978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8711464182424019978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8711464182424019978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8711464182424019978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/10/parties-time.html' title='Parties. Time.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sucb73A09EI/AAAAAAAABTk/9pbfAi3PfbU/s72-c/DSCF2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4415747123977575728</id><published>2009-10-18T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:41:29.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't accept it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;this is the worst moment in my life so far. i hate it. i resent it. i don't know how to feel, how to behave and how to carry on with this knowledge. i go to sleep hoping i'll wake up realizing that this is a bad dream, a nightmare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is life? i dont get you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are there miracles? i hope so. if i believe hard enough, it would happen, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to be able to carry on normally but then again i don't want to. If i can't, it's not healthy. If i can, doesn't it mean that i'm nonchalant? i don't want to look back and have any regrets at all. i just want to spend time together and hope time stands still now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish that moment in november didn't happen and i wish with all my life that i can change this. i have never wanted anything this bad before. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my thoughts are all jumbled up. and i can't stop the tears. i need a shoulder to lean on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4415747123977575728?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4415747123977575728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4415747123977575728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4415747123977575728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4415747123977575728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-accept-it.html' title='can&apos;t accept it.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-3835762627738473584</id><published>2009-10-07T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:33:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a tiger, hear me roar. Meow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385432265255536626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SrzmHKx7x_I/AAAAAAAABRE/qU4dXW4pU14/s320/DSCF1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELLO! I've been missing for awhile again. It's the same ol' story of my work. But let us not go into that! It's already over 130am now n i'm pretty sure &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Pretty-Shir. HAHA)&lt;/span&gt; i'm going to end up sleeping after 2am again. Tsk. So it's a short entry here to update u on my little life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would probably have known from Twitter, FB or even on this blog itself that i permed my hair again! This time i wanted a wild perm right from the top of the head, unlike my old ladylady style. So my hairstylist assumed he knew what i want and went ahead with it. This was the first visit to perm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385432278058424498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SrzmH6eYWLI/AAAAAAAABRM/-Rfu7pczuls/s320/DSCF1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385432284592972322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SrzmIS0VoiI/AAAAAAAABRU/9L3ZVOrqkUw/s320/DSCF1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrifying-looking contraption that clipped my hair :( i SO did not want to use it. Looks so monsterish and like it's going to pull out all my hair. But i didnt have a choice as this is e new machine. The old one was really hot when it held my hair! &lt;a href="http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i think i have pictures of my hair when i was perming it last year.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385432299813217682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SrzmJLhIJZI/AAAAAAAABRc/GOY_VVPxgxo/s320/DSCF1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Super Aunty Me! Everytime im going to look funny, the hairstylist will go, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quick take out your camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". He also likes to make his customers look amusing when he is working on 'em, for instance, clip away half the hair in funny dos when he is cutting the other. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385432306994560322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SrzmJmRSvUI/AAAAAAAABRk/Qqer5pqfLXI/s320/DSCF1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course i will upload my dear friend's funny picture along with mine. This was e previous visit where i accompanied her for her hair dye. Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385434244826838178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzn6ZQgtKI/AAAAAAAABR0/jYUXhmhPuzU/s320/DSCF1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385434254869301298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzn6-q0iDI/AAAAAAAABR8/QtXaimE97jw/s320/DSCF1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tadah! End result of first time. I know, the curl doesnt seem to be from the top. When i asked him, he said, "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i blowdry for you already ma, you wash already will come out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" :/ Oh btw, doesn't YewTee's washroom look like the old MOS one? *nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385434263453070818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzn7epWdeI/AAAAAAAABSE/87bbgeQfCTY/s320/DSCF1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;YewTee also can camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385434236420667858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzn558UudI/AAAAAAAABRs/3tGwW7FRRcY/s320/DSCF1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My YewTee khaki! Ooops, too dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437103981834642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzqg0cLsZI/AAAAAAAABSc/TvyRVu4eXFU/s320/DSCF1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's better, Eh, not really cause i look kind of drunk here somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437097018261138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzqgaf7_pI/AAAAAAAABSU/Ayn9PQHb0N8/s320/DSCF1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Another. There with my hao peng yous who accompanied me. Our hair were all done by the same amusing person. Guess if we're happy about it? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385434272492587970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Srzn8AUii8I/AAAAAAAABSM/5xwxlTAzMMk/s320/DSCF1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then i went homeee! Papa took this picture for me. My hairstylist insisted "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no lah, it won't be like maggie mee&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember i mentioned at the start this was the first visit to perm my hair this year? As usual, i had to go a second time. &lt;em&gt;Feel pai seh&lt;/em&gt; to go back again&lt;strong&gt; but&lt;/strong&gt; he welcomed me back if i don't like it... And it really wasn't the style i wanted. The top part was not even curled. Plus you know my hair is so stubbornly soft and straight, it takes a few curls to have that little bit visible. Check back the first picture of my straight hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after the second visit, my hair was slightly more permed. I've got some photos of my hair after the second time... eh... no, this was only after the first visit. Oh well. My second '&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;' and I went out for dinner at Manhattan Fish Market and had a walk around the riverside! We saw a bunch of funny caucasians and &lt;strong&gt;a man who was dancing in a tube and tight shorts&lt;/strong&gt;. A tag over his head says, "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting married tml. Will dance for $.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" FWAHAHAHA. His dancing was so entertaining. Bee even recorded it down! Imagine if it is played on his wedding day? LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, we headed over to a secret place to play Wii (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538690410366514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sst84kkiRjI/AAAAAAAABSs/zkKDaM8Kp0U/s320/9117_137500972306_664177306_3039744_4492748_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538700568614930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sst85Kac2BI/AAAAAAAABS0/O7FEUelJuMs/s320/9117_137500987306_664177306_3039746_7676503_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538710082077458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sst85t2owxI/AAAAAAAABS8/8Fxt10YESJs/s320/9117_137500992306_664177306_3039747_167067_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538715521362370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sst86CHdqcI/AAAAAAAABTE/OYo_swJbE6Y/s320/9117_137500997306_664177306_3039748_5922715_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rock Band! Papa, mama, sis and i did really well after failing the first 4 songs! Hey, it's better than our second game day with the rest pf the gang... HAHA. But i had fun nonetheless. We all preferred the silly Rabbits game though! The sound effects, animation and game idea was just hilariously cute! *starts mimicking the annoying rabbits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrighty, this was fun. I've gotta get back to reality though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538725273058978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sst86mccvqI/AAAAAAAABTM/sUf7l4fnF74/s320/9117_137500947306_664177306_3039740_7197510_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389538985453531698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sst9JvsTsjI/AAAAAAAABTU/RcnFII-5Bvg/s320/9117_137500962306_664177306_3039742_7866578_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight world, i'll probably still be on FB and Twitter (&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/shirberry"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;if you havent already, go follow me for my tweets!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Oh, i have to wake up at 7.15am each day. *shrugs. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoopsie, night baby! You must be really tired today. See you soon! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3835762627738473584?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3835762627738473584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3835762627738473584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3835762627738473584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3835762627738473584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-tiger-hear-me-roar-meow.html' title='i am a tiger, hear me roar. Meow?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SrzmHKx7x_I/AAAAAAAABRE/qU4dXW4pU14/s72-c/DSCF1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8491662282437205238</id><published>2009-09-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:25:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love the unexpected praises (:</title><content type='html'>i came by to blog about something nice but i realized i am still not done preparing for my lessons tomorrow! So to cut to the chase, i left work insanely late today and was supposed to feel irritable as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. I read an email from a difficult parent&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (in the past)&lt;/span&gt;. And it was an email for &lt;strong&gt;praise&lt;/strong&gt; the first time round. The subject was "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;" and the short paragraph goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Dear Shirley, would like to say thank you for putting in the effort in making the lessons interesting. Keep up the good work! Heard a few feedback including my own, the children enjoyed going to school. Especially your lesson. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came at just the right time when i feel so down and demoralised. It reminded me of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the satisfaction in teaching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which i have forgotten amidst all these work load. Let me not think of anything negative at least for the rest of the night. All you nigging negative and unsure thoughts, please stay at the back of my mind! PURR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go prepare for my lesson again though i'm super lethargic and once again working on my off day Thursday. Night bloggie! I love FatFat! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8491662282437205238?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8491662282437205238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8491662282437205238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8491662282437205238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8491662282437205238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-unexpected-praises.html' title='love the unexpected praises (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-4611193718642935196</id><published>2009-09-16T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:33:24.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant -lowlifes and hair</title><content type='html'>I feel the need to blog in moments throughout the day now. Whenever i feel a need to share happy things or rant at e usual shenanigans, i think of channelling 'em here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means i would update often but less so with pictures and interesting posts, like how i wanted this blog to be. If you are around long enough, you'd probbaly know that i started this blog to ink happy memories only. Unhappy ones still go to my old blog or i simply keep as draft. But i figured it's a blog still and i rather it be real than a facade of happy fronts &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(like so many other occasions and people out there)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a normal Tuesday went by, with me stressing out about working too much and doing thigns too slowly. Starting to get really annoyed with myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more annoyed with YOU. Not my hairstylist,&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; will come later. but YOU. and YOU. Stop bootlicking and acting. How do i make myself like someone and try to work happily together when i just dislike him/her? You &lt;strong&gt;disgust&lt;/strong&gt; me. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairstylist. GRR. I'm beginning to doubt his abilities la. After introducing my friends over and them not liking the outcome. Oh yeah i decided to &lt;strong&gt;perm my hair again&lt;/strong&gt;. Did it on Friday then again today as he didnt do as what i wanted. And today he was telling me to perm my fringe, i thought it was to keep it to the side. BUT i realized it was merely for amusement -.-" It was BOOM like a ball of tangled mess and i almost freaked out. Then he washed and straightened it with the straighener. Like huh? What was the point in that, apart from amusement, and spoiling the condition of my fringe? :( The rest of my hair has gotten drier after my 4 perming sessions in the past year but at least i had my nice fringe. I'm all about the natural '&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;' of my hair :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had to make it weird too :( Now it's flat after straightening and it's drier than the original state too. Unhappy that it was permed and straightened just for amusement sake. And worried that my hair is going to be horrid after these sessions. Guess i must really look after my locks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, don't mind me as i get back to my way too stressful life. Maybe i should just drop out from this line completely. And go cut people's hair for amusement. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 random people commented from nowhere that i'm "gorgeous" and "really pretty". HAH. It's supposed to be a happy day, really. Look at me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wonder how long i can last with all these emotions swimming around. Bye bloggie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4611193718642935196?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4611193718642935196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4611193718642935196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4611193718642935196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4611193718642935196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant-lowlifes-and-hair.html' title='Rant -lowlifes and hair'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-8673988258898088663</id><published>2009-09-15T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:36:23.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish.</title><content type='html'>And so begins another term of trying to reach work early but failing, trying to leave work on time but leaving only after 8pm each day and being stressed out with the never ending list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it never seems enough no matter how hard i try :( I abhor that i can't seem to do all the work quickly and leave at least by my stipulated time; i just end up leaving work around 8pm with more work on my mind as i get home. Teaching is not easy. Screw you if you think it's just about changing diapers &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(which is not that easy and fun a task)&lt;/span&gt; and talking about apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be mediocre. I don't want to teach anyhow or repeat a word 100 times for children to memorise and remember. I don't wish to pretend to be nice to the children just so others see it &lt;s&gt;like i honestly think is what you are doing. Please stop your juvenile acts and drama, it's getting on my nerves&lt;/s&gt;. I want my lesson to be fun and still they learn. &lt;strong&gt;I want to put in my all and see the worth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i left work at about 9pm &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(that's more than 12 hours of work, mind you. That's why i have the right to rant. That, and also because this is my blog)&lt;/span&gt; and reached home researching more for my lesson tml. Why am i taking so much time to plan 1 day's lesson? It's 3 levels but just a handful of children! *Harrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i found something interesting in the process of researching on Singapore's culture &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(relating to the theme this week. i was trying to find out about the traditional costumes and food of our 4 ethic races):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Nearly everyone in Singapore speaks more than one language, with many people speaking three or four. Most children grow up bilingual from infancy and learn more languages as they grow up. Naturally the presence of other languages (especially various varieties of Malay and of Chinese) has influenced the English of Singapore. The influence is especially apparent in the kind of English that is used informally, which is popularly called Singlish. Singlish is a badge of identity for many Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakers of Singlish will usually end his sentence with a distinctive exclamation. The three most common are &lt;strong&gt;ah&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; lah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ley&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;OK lah, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;You are going there ah?&lt;br /&gt;No parking lots here, what.&lt;br /&gt;The price is too high for me lah.&lt;br /&gt;And then how many rooms ah?&lt;br /&gt;It is very troublesome ley.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like that ley!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home lah. That's why ah.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;em&gt;(extracted from singaporeexpats.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Goodness gracious me! So Singlish has really become OUR language. Like other countries have French, German, Spanish, ... ... we have SINGLISH. And it even has its definition and examples that come along with it on the net. It's like checking out the dictionary for an unknown word and they tell you the context of how it can be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now do you know how to use your 'lahs' and leys' already? Please brush up on 'em as it is our identity and in time to come, tourists might be visiting just to get a 'feel' of our special language. *Shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are most certainly an unique bunch. Maybe i should tell my kids tomorrow about our local culture and language huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay LAH. Enough already LOH. I need to go off AH as i'm still hoping to finish watching a dvd Mr boyfriend and i rented but dint manage to finish. I'm still trying to sleep early, mind you AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night world, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 31 Month hon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8673988258898088663?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8673988258898088663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8673988258898088663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8673988258898088663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8673988258898088663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/09/singlish.html' title='Singlish.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-2019869821235909921</id><published>2009-09-11T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:41:01.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to perm, or not to perm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906804418387154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEvBIQnNI/AAAAAAAABQs/GeBtI_-OwaM/s320/DSCF7392(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906813278877138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEviIw9dI/AAAAAAAABQ0/0XD8z8wo_IQ/s320/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906822915679266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEwGCW5CI/AAAAAAAABQ8/JS94w3Ssp3w/s320/DSCF7114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906383751247858" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEWiBZd_I/AAAAAAAABQE/D0Scv_xWEDQ/s320/n535812025_1998651_6413431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to PERM,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906393714293698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEXHIxe8I/AAAAAAAABQM/_A1wTpXQGRE/s320/Mambo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906405766871378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEX0CVOVI/AAAAAAAABQU/lMlNd18SdYg/s320/DSCF0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906413411332370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEYQg6cRI/AAAAAAAABQc/-derRXw0gjw/s320/Jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379906427144043746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEZDrC_OI/AAAAAAAABQk/32n11hJ0GhI/s320/6694_103869612306_664177306_2548343_4358136_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or NOT TO PERM...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not thinking about my old perm from below the ears actually. Not the mid-to-big luscious curls. But the from-top-of-head mid wild curls. Think POOF, and not maggie mee please! Am afraid to turn out looking like an auntie or anything negative like that. Can't decide, yet i'm most probably heading to e salon tml. So much to do, so little time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-2019869821235909921?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/2019869821235909921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=2019869821235909921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2019869821235909921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2019869821235909921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-perm-or-not-to-perm.html' title='to perm, or not to perm?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqlEvBIQnNI/AAAAAAAABQs/GeBtI_-OwaM/s72-c/DSCF7392(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-1636425664942242860</id><published>2009-09-09T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:26:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia/missing the carefree holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379107441682672546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqZtt-4n66I/AAAAAAAABO8/eFhzpbQJaNo/s320/DSC06842(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH. I am missing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i look funny&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (like what a weird posture this girl is having)&lt;/span&gt; in this photo but this captures the feeling. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss going on a holiday; blissful, without a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I think everything was perfect then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a hard year. Reality is harsh sometimes. But still we've got to buck up and move on. There's so much on my mind these days and i think i should take some time off to ponder. I want to focus on the important things and the people that matter. I know im such a softie at times and i cant do exactly like what my dear ol' brother says. But i'll think through carefully about my life. It's so precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you shouldn't start a sentence with &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ut or &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd. It's lousy sentence structuring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that was random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell asleep from this point onwards. :/ Woke up 2 hours later and now it's 2am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was searching for photos of my past permed hair and current hair as i'm thinking of perming them again. Guess i'm not cut out for blogging these days even though i feel the blogging bug back. 1) lack of time 2) dont know which event to blog about and photos to post. Most of them are up in FB and i feel silly blogging about events that happened long ago. Likemy birthday. And the Bintan Trip part 2 that i never got around to doing. Is it silly? Or you want to read? Hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to quit whinning about work and decide on my plans. Decisions, decisions. Meanwhile, i'm heading out for our little company outing to Sentosa tml! After accompanying Bee and Yin to the salon of course. Shall hope that i have the time to perm my hair&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (if i decide to)&lt;/span&gt; before Term 4 starts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my posts are getting similar and boring! Can't be helped! I can't seem to load Twitter these days too. Sheesh. Shall treasure my non-work days and nights! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(which i will try to make sooner)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shirley (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1636425664942242860?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/1636425664942242860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=1636425664942242860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1636425664942242860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1636425664942242860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgiamissing-carefree-holidays.html' title='nostalgia/missing the carefree holidays.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SqZtt-4n66I/AAAAAAAABO8/eFhzpbQJaNo/s72-c/DSC06842(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7002833418483656759</id><published>2009-09-01T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T02:27:27.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day!</title><content type='html'>2:21AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sp1jGRvqYqI/AAAAAAAABOs/BVef5nILgRo/s1600-h/5760_126306007830_630087830_2657598_5029533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376562489643917986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sp1jGRvqYqI/AAAAAAAABOs/BVef5nILgRo/s320/5760_126306007830_630087830_2657598_5029533_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Teachers' Day! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love the parents who appreciate my/our efforts. &lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the children i have had a chance to groom,&lt;em&gt; thank you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see the growth in the children i have taught and &lt;em&gt;to know that you love me too&lt;/em&gt;. It's what makes it all worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm afraid to lose the passion during this tough period. I'm missing the happiness i feel when simply &lt;em&gt;being &lt;/em&gt;with children. I'm pushing myself further as i know this is just the start, and the start is always hard. I can't wait till i get to where it is &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; more familiar. Honestly, i have so much mixed feelings whenever i think about work. It's such a roller coaster ride. One moment i feel positive n yes i can do it then the next... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i probably have mentioned this before)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i'll give &lt;s&gt;the company&lt;/s&gt; myself time. Till the end of this year first. We'll see how it goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall head to bed soon. Lastly, thank you the children n parents for all the lovely presents. &amp;amp; Thank you to the teachers who have taught me!. Teaching, is not an easy task.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO, Shirley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7002833418483656759?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7002833418483656759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7002833418483656759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7002833418483656759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7002833418483656759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sp1jGRvqYqI/AAAAAAAABOs/BVef5nILgRo/s72-c/5760_126306007830_630087830_2657598_5029533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-6229083278976224721</id><published>2009-08-28T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:15:37.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for what it's worth;</title><content type='html'>It's been the longest time since i visited, much less update my blog. It's wonder that are still people who checks back, thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waaaay too cooped up with work since the start of August&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (i think)&lt;/span&gt;. All work and no play makes Shirley a boring girl :( And an overly tired one at that. The most frequently thought emotions are '&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;drained&lt;/span&gt;', '&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if this is all worth it. I'm already doing so much, yet it's never enough. The list of things to do is endless, how am i going to help bring the place up? What do people see? What they want to see i presume. Who am i, really? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea how long more i can take this. I miss simply being with the children, looking, staring and smiling at their innocence. &lt;strong&gt;I miss the innocence. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think everyone should step back and reflect on themselves once in awhile. For you will never see what's the truth, but just what you want to believe. I think i need to stop trusting people so easily like i always do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, what does being young means? Young and Inexperienced? Must the 2 words always go together? Does it mean if you're older, more experienced, then you &lt;s&gt;are doing &lt;/s&gt;can do a better job? &lt;strong&gt;It doesn't. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit second-guessing if you are related to this entry. If you feel funny about yourself after reading this entry, you probably should reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm beyond caring who reads what im blogging. I'm too busy to lock up my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg. Hate that my update after so long is but a long page of rants. I'm still trying. If i finally give up, it doesn't mean i'm the loser. It just means i deem it's no longer worth trying so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss spending time with my loved ones. I miss time doing the important things. I miss time doing things that make me&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you really want? and What do I, really want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6229083278976224721?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6229083278976224721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6229083278976224721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6229083278976224721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6229083278976224721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-what-its-worth.html' title='for what it&apos;s worth;'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-4835364063861729895</id><published>2009-07-16T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:59:24.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update: Im sick again :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sl8qO8-ON9I/AAAAAAAABOk/B-BfM4Xnb_0/s1600-h/6694_103869587306_664177306_2548338_5947025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048517967820754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sl8qO8-ON9I/AAAAAAAABOk/B-BfM4Xnb_0/s400/6694_103869587306_664177306_2548338_5947025_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, my 21st Birthday has passed on the 4th of July 2009! I definitely have alot more photos to show fer it and would like to blog about my celebrations... But. Let's just say i'm waiting for 1 final set of photos from Baby's camera so i can blog about them at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know im really abandoning my blog this time.. I'm trying to work my mind around the feeling that it's redundant to upload photos in both FB and blog. Then there's Twitter too. However, i know that i still want to keep this blog of mine so i hope i find the reason and love for blogging again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, i have been sick (and taking horrendous medicine) again. This time my fever's 39.2degrees! In the past 3 weeks since the kids' school reopening, i have only worked 6days. SIX days. 4 days Mc, 2 Leave and 1 Birthday Leave. I feel bad for working so little and am worried what the parents might think. Worse, I'm afraid that this looks bad on me from the company's perspective. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall sick too easily these days, is it because of the partying? I have just finished celebrating my 21st last Sunday (failed to celebrate w the Cotton On gang though...) I found out that &lt;strong&gt;i spent $600+ in these 2 weeks of celebrations&lt;/strong&gt;. GOSH. I so need to start saving up again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's back to work tomorrow. I shall really try my best to blog frequently again okay. Im going to play with my Fudge in petsociety (another reason that i dn seem to have e time to blog). It's lame, but somehow i have a soft addiction to it. Night people! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4835364063861729895?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4835364063861729895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4835364063861729895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4835364063861729895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4835364063861729895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-update-im-sick-again.html' title='Quick update: Im sick again :('/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sl8qO8-ON9I/AAAAAAAABOk/B-BfM4Xnb_0/s72-c/6694_103869587306_664177306_2548338_5947025_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4847419688935931123</id><published>2009-06-26T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:18:30.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update: back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpQgbdEKI/AAAAAAAABOc/Wb470Z_Ldv4/s1600-h/pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351658727015256226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpQgbdEKI/AAAAAAAABOc/Wb470Z_Ldv4/s400/pictures1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello blog, missed me?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i'm lazy to photoshop, just used picasa to group the pictures. hope they're still fine :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i truly understand why my friends are lazy to upload their photos here and blog when they have Facebook. My outing photos are already up at FB when i upload or when people tag me so it seems like double work to upload them here again. My friends would have seen them too. Add on the factor of time spent on FB and other sites, i barely have the time to drop by here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, nothing feels like being able to air my thoughts freely here in my space. Like &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/shirberry"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is so limited and i wld probably have to post 5 entries each time i want to share something since i am so long-winded &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i know i know!)&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been long since i have a proper entry and i know this is not a proper one too but well i'm trying (: I have so much on my mind and im sure people around me are sick of me talking about the same ol topic. You are not an exception, blog! I am intending to fuss over my birthday on Sunday! Hopefully i would have my celebration plans settled and maybe come up with a birthday wish list! :x :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday, school re-opens as per normal after MOE's verdict! Though this holiday felt nothing like a holiday &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(and it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; rather freaky to start school with the H1N1 thingy since the kids have all gone travelling and their immune system is not as strong)&lt;/span&gt;, i'm excited to see the children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpQFP-FqI/AAAAAAAABOU/rtaXpHr3k2M/s1600-h/handphone+MAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351658719719331490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpQFP-FqI/AAAAAAAABOU/rtaXpHr3k2M/s400/handphone+MAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FISHBALL&lt;/span&gt;! My dearest Kai, the fishball who loves showing me his fatfat tummy. He's super cute in person ok! And Rahrah &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(that's my nickname for her apart from Chilli Padi)&lt;/span&gt;! I made them do the twist at the eye thing. Kawaii nei~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpP-HswqI/AAAAAAAABOM/KArhgNo13o4/s1600-h/handphone+MAY2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351658717805593250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpP-HswqI/AAAAAAAABOM/KArhgNo13o4/s400/handphone+MAY2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pretty girls! They're so happy with my candy for them. Teehee. They also very smartly told me "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you bring candy for us again, we would love it you know?&lt;/span&gt;" Oh, the girl in stripes also happens to be Fishball's sister (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpPRmNQsI/AAAAAAAABOE/64mXorRF_yM/s1600-h/handphone+MAY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351658705853956802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpPRmNQsI/AAAAAAAABOE/64mXorRF_yM/s400/handphone+MAY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And i'm going to miss Ariabelle Cinderella &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(she gave herself the middle name) &lt;/span&gt;too. I made her say the phrases from the Speak Mandarin Campaign, Remember, the one that goes "&lt;a href="http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-or-lack-of-it-noemie-jr.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Xiao Bai Tu, Bai You Bai! Ai Chi Luo Bo, Ai Chi Cai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" And she actually said "Xiao Bai Tu, Ai Chi Bai Tu!" = "Little rabbit, loves eating little rabbits"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's no longer with us this coming term, along with Zhi Xun. I have posted photos of Zhi Xun up before, when we went for the Cable Car ride field trip. When it was time to go, i said "Bye Zhi Xun, see you around..." He turned and said, "but aunty Shirley&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (yep, they call the trainers aunty so get over it!)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;i won't see you anymore&lt;/strong&gt;." At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes and i had to try so hard to contain them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates would be that baby's done with his short "holiday" and now he's in a new camp at Lim Chu Kang. Guess other updates would have to be on Sunday. Hopefully i really do it, please check back! That's it for now, bye bloggie (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;many feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4847419688935931123?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4847419688935931123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4847419688935931123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4847419688935931123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4847419688935931123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-back-to-school.html' title='update: back to school'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SkTpQgbdEKI/AAAAAAAABOc/Wb470Z_Ldv4/s72-c/pictures1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-553418333805342311</id><published>2009-06-17T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:38:12.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New videos and quick update!</title><content type='html'>Oh Gosh! I love the lyrics and sound of this song but the video creeps me out endlessly! The Clown plushie, the hurting and the Chuckie like dolls. EEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2en6nZEycM&amp;amp;hl=" width="500" height="315" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the video's going to haunt me whenever i think of, much less listen to the song :((( The clown plushie at the start of the video &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(on the right)&lt;/span&gt; should have been a warning to me. It should have just stopped at the part where the cute boyfriend dropped down the stairs. And like &lt;em&gt;really left &lt;/em&gt;her so she regrets or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load it and watch it anyway. You might love it you know. And i've changed my blog video too. This is not a sadistic one. Oh wait, it is sad, just not sadistic. If you know the difference :/ Like the idea of the video. Please load and play it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for an ultra short and quick update, baby's POP-ed from Tekong! He is no longer a Recruit! &lt;s&gt;but a pte&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(it is apparently a major difference to all people in the green uniforms)&lt;/span&gt; Hence, i'm indulging in our short "holiday" together. Feels just like old times! Talk on the phone whenever we want and him fetching me from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sigh. I shall not think about him going back to Army again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;strong&gt;28months &lt;/strong&gt;with my love! Before you know it, FatFat's going to turn 2 in November again x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that i seem to be taking a hiatus from blogging. I seem to only have time for 1 program and currently im getting myself in sync with FB cause im the slow poke. I would love to come back to blog about my activities though since there are some pictures to share. I'll try okay? Please check back still! Or follow my random Tweets? Hehs. Night world. Love (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-553418333805342311?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/553418333805342311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=553418333805342311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/553418333805342311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/553418333805342311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-videos-and-quick-update.html' title='New videos and quick update!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-1621720102101175077</id><published>2009-06-02T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T01:14:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my carefree days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393083852941650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SiP-NF2O6VI/AAAAAAAABN0/mh2ItcwOhSA/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss this life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This carefree, do whatever i want whenever i want it feeling. I miss tanning by the beach with a chickflick-sorta-book, junkfood and a girlfriend. I miss YANA with her silly penguin bookmark from that day. I miss eating melted Vanhouten Chocolate with her out of the box with our bare hands and thinking about shopping after. YANA where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate stress. I hate it when there are little wrong things going on in my life and i hate that i get affected over the smallest things on end. It's like when i have a great day then 1 tiny detail comes into place and pfft, i'm having a bad day. &lt;em&gt;I can't stand that about myself&lt;/em&gt;. I can't divide myself into parts like some people can. Focus, that's the word. For me, it's all about focusing on the wrong things. I simply can't shut off 1 part of my brain or push it to the back of my mind when i need to focus on the task at hand. Why am i so sensitive and get affected so damn easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On a side note &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(although i don't really have a main topic here...)&lt;/span&gt;, i bought this mask thing from the party shop at Jurong Point! I forgot what its called, i think it has a proper name right? At masquerades people wear it and hold it with a stick on 1 side of the mask. It's usually decorated with loads of studs and feather boas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342393089152680690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SiP-NZlygvI/AAAAAAAABN8/kCH-0-NWavQ/s320/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always wanted 1 of my own! However the only nice ones i've seen are from overseas and are like mad expensive. I wouldn't be able to use 'em anyway. Guess how much this it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's... .... &lt;strong&gt;$2.00&lt;/strong&gt; only! I know it's totally plain and white lah but my handphone camera doesn't do it justice. It's like a tad translucent and it has these scribbling-like decorations all over it. It comes with a silverish white ribbon on the sides for you to tie them behind your head. It's nice ok! I hope i get the chance to wear it, maybe on Halloween or something, when BEE dresses up as a PUMPKIN. Haha. So, i didn't know where to display my mask and decided to prop it on top of my humble full-length mirror. Yes, that's a Tweety Bird with pampers on her too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i was thinking, maybe a mask is what we're all wearing really. A facade. I'm hesitant of making my blog public and putting it up on my FB as im not sure if i want everybody to be able to read my thoughts and opinions &lt;s&gt;especially when it might be about certain people/issues&lt;/s&gt;. Hmm... i kind of wished i have a good poker face and can keep things to myself. I dislike myself for not being able to control, for blabbering out everything if you are just a tad nice to me. And &lt;em&gt;often, the people i talk to aren't worth telling at all&lt;/em&gt;. Then i regret. It's a vicious cycle. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*slaps self*&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love days when i know i have nothing on my To Do List, apart from enjoying the day with my loved ones. Recently, baby's been busy and we've been having a slightly tough time. I'm thankful to have my friends around and of course my family. I love time spent on chilling, doing silly things, eating and laughing - laughing till our bellies ache and tears come out from our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i shall stop reminiscing as though im 45. I'm feeling disgusted with the Durian taste in my mouth right now. In the past 24 hours, i've had a huge bar of Cadbury fruit &amp;amp; nut chocolate, Rum &amp;amp; Raisin Dark Chocolate, Pringles, Chips More butter crunch flavor plus double chocolate chip flavor, Udders Waffle with Mao Shan Wang Durian ice cream, Pear Sorbet ice cream, some Choc Marsh ice cream, some Snickers Mars Honeycomb ice cream, candy and sushi. That's not including my main meals such as Fried Fish Fillet with rice... I think a new flavor of junkfood tree is going to grow in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought i would live the longest if there were no more food left in the world. Because even if we ran out of poultry or rice, i could still have my junkfood breakfast, junkfood lunch and junkfood dinner. Gosh, i'm crazy. It's actually damn gross to eat junkfood continuosly without proper food. I've tried that, believe me. In fact that's how i feel right now. &lt;s&gt;I guess even if you throw Calbee in my face i wouldn't eat it.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm excited about Wednesday! We're finally going to do something different! I hope our maybe science centre/discovery centre/snow city/songs of the sea/museum/picnic outing works out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm finally blogging again and it's all rants. Oh well. I still love my blog for being here for me to release whatever weird feelings i might be having. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=1792350936&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s not bad lah. I'm on &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/shirberry"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now, is anybody else there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night world, i'm NOT going to have my late night junkfood anymore. I think i've used the word junkfood for about 20 times in this entry alone. Talk about focus. Hah. Loves (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1621720102101175077?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/1621720102101175077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=1621720102101175077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1621720102101175077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1621720102101175077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-my-carefree-days.html' title='i miss my carefree days.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SiP-NF2O6VI/AAAAAAAABN0/mh2ItcwOhSA/s72-c/DSC00375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-350727638100259216</id><published>2009-05-22T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:38:50.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on Facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1792350936&amp;amp;ref=profile#/profile.php?id=1792350936&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338328367615900946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/ShWNXd4i_RI/AAAAAAAABNs/n0fEYD8h2NA/s320/DSC010331+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, &lt;strong&gt;I've finally decided to join&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt; train too. Click on the picture to see my newbie profile and add me if you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the main reason is that there is basically nothing much to do online these days... apart from trying to blog, blog hop &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(with limited blogs that i follow which update regularly)&lt;/span&gt; and shop. Then there is the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can you join facebook already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" questions and the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just upload the photos on facebook ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" bit. Please refer to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-or-lack-of-it-noemie-jr.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this entry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;My colleague showing me her pet in petsociety was an added incentive cause it looked super cute. Hehs. And so, im there too with a identity crisis for a female pet named &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, now let's move on from the welcoming bit &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(unless you're going to give me a welcome-to-FB gift, which i will gladly accept)&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry i havent been updating. Been bumming around a lot these days :( I've got 11 mozzie bites on my leg that i cant stop scratching. Im gonna have ugly legs :( And im still coughing! I swear im going to get &lt;strong&gt;abs&lt;/strong&gt; from all that nasty cough. Its nearing 2am again, my bedtime! Update again soon, i hope! Love! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-350727638100259216?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/350727638100259216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=350727638100259216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/350727638100259216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/350727638100259216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-on-facebook.html' title='i&apos;m on Facebook.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/ShWNXd4i_RI/AAAAAAAABNs/n0fEYD8h2NA/s72-c/DSC010331+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7768825600369622903</id><published>2009-05-17T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:03:44.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection.</title><content type='html'>I started out this blog with happy memories in mind, which is why i seldom ink it with problems or unhappy thoughts. I guess that's also why i'm blogging much lesser than i used to in my previous blog cause i only blog about events here. Maybe i should just blog whatever that's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Just got home after spending the night with baby. Had our little tiffs and i went home sulking again. I guess this has somewhat gotten familiar to me. I used to think why he likes to drive me mad by doing thisthisthis and not doing thisthisthis. And it suddenly occurred to me that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe it is me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sometimes when i'm mad, i can't really find a proper reason to it. It's often the adding up and multiplication of small issues in our relationship. I get all upset when he keeps quiet and i storm off, all drama-mama like on tv shows. He goes off, since i've left and he's tired too. Which leads me further up the red monster's house. Untill i let myself be appeased by his calls and promises that &lt;em&gt;it-will-not-happen-again&lt;/em&gt; do i feel slightly better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;The rest of the day was &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(is usually)&lt;/span&gt; perfectly all right. Even when i had my pms moments, he would still tug at my hand, give me a smile and ask "okay, so what do you want to do now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;After this reflecting, i wonder how my dear boy stands me and furthermore, gives in to whatever stupid reason i come up with for deeming my outburst of unhappiness. Sometimes it's really the guy lah, for always forgetting his little promises but often, i have to shamefully admit i'm at fault too &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(and i did)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;What i really want at the end is a big carebear hug and goodnight kiss to end the night &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or weekend in army scenario)&lt;/span&gt;, that's all. But i &lt;s&gt;guess&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; know now, it's really hard to please me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I think i just made myself out to be the &lt;strong&gt;Worst Girlfriend Ever&lt;/strong&gt;. For the rest of the time, i'm a really wonderful girlfriend, i swear. Haha (: At least i reflect &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(some call it thinking too much)&lt;/span&gt; and apologise for my ridiculous moments, do you? Don't judge me if you don't know me well! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;......................................................................................................................................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. It feels nice to let out some feelings here. Everything's good with baby now after our phonecall. I just hope we have time to meet tml morning before he books in at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, i still have my sore throat and my cough is crazy. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Daddy just got me a cup of warm water to soothe my throat. Aww...)&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad it's another rest day for me till monday! Let's have a fufiling week ahead! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7768825600369622903?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7768825600369622903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7768825600369622903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7768825600369622903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7768825600369622903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection.html' title='reflection.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-628135861038390943</id><published>2009-05-16T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:06:21.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's 22nd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys... I have been lounging about at home for almost a full week now with my MC, off day and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either the medicine from my doctor worked really well this time or my dad was overly enthusiastic playing doctor for me &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(cooking porridge, boiling herbal tea ectera)&lt;/span&gt; these few days that i recovered quickly. In 2 days, i regained my voice about 75%, which is a record for me since i usually take over weeks to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ange and i went down to Sarah's place in Simei last night for her belated surprise birthday celebration... We brought her present, cake and dinner since we secretly found out that she has not eaten. So... Ange wanted to buy Burger King so i thought i could just get a TenderGrill burger without sides or drinks since im sick.. Yet somehow i was encouraged to take a few fries. Below 15 strands i swear! And i woke up today with a &lt;strong&gt;bad sorethroat&lt;/strong&gt; all over again. YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really can't stand myself. My throat hurts and my voice is not fully back yet. I hope when i conduct classes tml, i wont sing out of tune in front of all the parents :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2 weeks back, we celebrated dear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brian's &lt;s&gt;21st&lt;/s&gt; 22nd Birthday&lt;/span&gt;! After our last minute shopping for his present, Yin, Ching, Kelvin and i met up with the rest at Marche, VivoCity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MoKN54JI/AAAAAAAABNk/puihz2_6SLg/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075755069235346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MoKN54JI/AAAAAAAABNk/puihz2_6SLg/s400/DSC01321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too busy gorging down the huge table full of food that we didn't take any photos at the start. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Actually, i don't really like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Marche&lt;/span&gt;. I feel that it's pointless to have a sub-kopitiam style inside a restaurant. What's the point of having these small eateries when you still have to pay seperately for them? Why not charge us at XXXdollars instead and make it a buffet??) &lt;/span&gt;Then, it was time for the ice-cream cake that Min bought! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075464107148322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MXOTIxCI/AAAAAAAABM8/BdF1Qsl8dPg/s400/DSCF9290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Min acting normal as she opened up the cake, HongSiong looking curious and Yin forever camera ready. OMG, is that a cow in the back??! ... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075465447666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MXTSvc_I/AAAAAAAABNE/XI3wHw7Yrrg/s400/DSCF9294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADAH!!! HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY BRIAN!!! Princesses for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075465271401218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MXSot2wI/AAAAAAAABNM/AfKdSGFoYWs/s400/DSCF9297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hahahahaha! Great choice, Min! Check out HongSiong's stunned expression. The cow had on the same expression, guess it wasn't amused by the cake. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure Princesses are Brian's favourite characters to see on his birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075471207690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MXowCcHI/AAAAAAAABNU/JRD0YyYnx-M/s400/DSCF9298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?! Happy guy with smoke all over him. Isn't it amazing? How did he do that? &lt;strong&gt;4 easy steps&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MX6FoYcI/AAAAAAAABNc/3gE9xoxtEpM/s1600-h/3o.o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336075475861660098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MX6FoYcI/AAAAAAAABNc/3gE9xoxtEpM/s400/3o.o4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 1st, &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;light up &lt;strong&gt;your own&lt;/strong&gt; birthday cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2nd, proceed to blow out the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3rd, put the dry ice into your glasses and shake them till the smoke comes out. This takes about &lt;em&gt;5 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. Place both glasses on either side of you &amp;amp; fan them like a mad man. This takes &lt;em&gt;another 10 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last, act nonchalant then strike a happy pose with your cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336074741478008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2LtKS7JwI/AAAAAAAABMU/RN6ppbR7ciE/s400/DSCF9305.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm, i think he might not be that happy with the cake after all... He's chopping Ali Baba's gf's face! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shouted: "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i want Ariel (the little mermaid)! Ok lah Brian, Snow White give you!&lt;/span&gt;" LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody likes Snow White 'cause she's the ugliest :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336074746549763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2LtdMH_DI/AAAAAAAABMc/KE-3pDmVFe0/s400/DSCF9307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, it's presents time! And we didn't take any picture of the presents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2LtdgrDoI/AAAAAAAABMk/20jK8PjDiQU/s1600-h/DSCF9309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336074746635947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2LtdgrDoI/AAAAAAAABMk/20jK8PjDiQU/s400/DSCF9309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Min headed out to find the cow that was grazing by our window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336074748911750258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2Ltl_RDHI/AAAAAAAABMs/7q0XqLtKULE/s400/DSCF9312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 happy girls and a red cow! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336074748559949202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2LtkrY_ZI/AAAAAAAABM0/LvPcMtV4bh8/s400/DSCF9314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yin and i both wanted to get on the cow but it &lt;strong&gt;was not easy at all&lt;/strong&gt;! After much help and shrieking, i got up the cow too! Yay! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(those are my shorts you are seeing!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073385776872354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2KeP6le6I/AAAAAAAABLs/RMFAObVt5iQ/s400/DSCF9315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall we go? I'll drive you! Starts engine... MoooOooooOooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073387814813634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2KeXgd_8I/AAAAAAAABL0/iwMKfcZSW9I/s400/DSC01327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the toilet and expectedly, we took pictures! After which, we planned to head over to Powerhouse. Ching, Kelvin, HongSiong and KeeSiong left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Powerhouse!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073387216316754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2KeVRxqVI/AAAAAAAABL8/WsZ2a68txm0/s400/DSCF9316.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been so crazily long since i entered a club. Those were the days... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*wistful look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched around for a table, drank and played silly games. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Lazy to describe in full detail)&lt;/span&gt; Lightheaded, we danced for a while and headed to the ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336072822916892690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2J9fGTyBI/AAAAAAAABLE/iQDtTeiuyqg/s400/DSC01330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Predictable spot for camwhoring again. Bee looks super cute here! I wish i knew how to cross my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073393729137170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2KetijahI/AAAAAAAABMM/k5rm_eSkqlc/s400/DSC01332-render2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new Tiger girl! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(blech.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073388967418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2KebzRWZI/AAAAAAAABME/MNTqgQuAGh0/s400/DSC01335(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; I insisted on taking photos though it was dark and my handphone camera is lousy. The li'l flower covers my cute shorts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336072821557229826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2J9aCI-QI/AAAAAAAABLM/F3d32lbTRGU/s400/DSC01927(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4am, we left StJames and drove over to... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;East Coast Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We sat on this merry-go-round and squealed with laughter like a bunch of silly teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336072825310399106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2J9oA9yoI/AAAAAAAABLU/wqJwYFnSthE/s400/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast at Mcs around 5am... this was the aftermath of our driver, birthday boy and girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336072829447258114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2J93bRQAI/AAAAAAAABLc/PaghWFglScY/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the survivors! Just check out &lt;s&gt;our&lt;/s&gt; my eyebags! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I kind of thought&lt;/em&gt; i was a tiger that night) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I realized i love to camwhore the night after clubbing, when i look the most like shyt with the lack of rest. If you noticed, i have changed my picture on the side of my blog. The previous photo was post-Zouk too, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yin and i had junkfood from the 7-11 and we forgot about our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KinderJoy&lt;/span&gt;! It was left in the carrier :( When it was nearing 6am, Min drove us over to Bugis&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (where she stays)&lt;/span&gt; so that we can cab home from there. Oh ya, we listened to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;realllyyy&lt;/strong&gt; old tunes&lt;/em&gt; in the car on our way to Bugis -.-" By 7am, we were home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't what i expected, but it was still a wild night after all (: I love baby for understanding and letting me hang out at Powerhouse with my friends for the night since he couldn't join us. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once in awhile, i do miss this night life too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we could have more of such gatherings with everybody, just like old times? With baby, Ching, Kelvin, Jason, Khoon, KeeSiong and the rest too. I guess it might be hard 'cause we are all busy now and have moved on &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(in a way)&lt;/span&gt;... It's good and bad but honestly, those wild nightouts in 2007 were a great memory i will hold to my heart. I'm glad to &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have my besties with me though, and you know who you are! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawns, my eyes are very blurry now &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or maybe it's the effect of the eye mask essence sinking into my eyes)&lt;/span&gt; and i think i should go offline soon. I can't believe i managed to type this whole entry in my 1/2 sleepy mode. Don't know what i'm blabbering about half the time la! Pardon my typos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336072832350086354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2J-CPW5NI/AAAAAAAABLk/8dGbn_FmY5Q/s400/DSCF9207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's back to &lt;s&gt;reality&lt;/s&gt; the working world tomorrow &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(for 1 day)&lt;/span&gt;! I hope i recover 100% by the time i wake up! &lt;em&gt;Signing off, with a deceptive-looking bottle that tastes crappy, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shirley&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-628135861038390943?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/628135861038390943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=628135861038390943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/628135861038390943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/628135861038390943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/05/brians-22nd-birthday.html' title='Brian&apos;s 22nd Birthday!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sg2MoKN54JI/AAAAAAAABNk/puihz2_6SLg/s72-c/DSC01321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8241674949288333322</id><published>2009-05-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:13:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laryngitis again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laryngitis. Hate the word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have officially lost my voice again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm terribly freaked out lah. I don't wish to lose my voice for months again and suffer the horrible feeling in my throat. After the last &lt;em&gt;ordeal&lt;/em&gt;, i was so scared that my voice would never recover. When would i learn to cut down on junk food and drink more water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How does a teacher/trainer work without any voice? "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brings out signboard -Please imitate my actions, children.- *Flashes a big smile*&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8241674949288333322?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8241674949288333322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8241674949288333322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8241674949288333322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8241674949288333322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/05/laryngitis-again.html' title='laryngitis again?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-1400509644350827982</id><published>2009-05-10T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:38:41.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure many of you were out with your family today celebrating this day; my family and i celebrated this sacred day in advance last Thursday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt plan anything grand, just wanted to have a nice dinner together. During the day, my dad, mom and i went to AMK hub cause my mom's never been there. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i feel really bad as i ended up hogging the day GAHHH :()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the "restaurant" we were heading for dinner was in Ang Mo Kio. My brother made a reservation a few days before to shorten our waiting time when we reach. The place is actually a coffee shop that is a wee bit more high class. It has nice decorations &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(mostly of crabs)&lt;/span&gt;, some water fountain with fishes and pebbled walkways. It's supposedly a very popular crab "restaurant"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbUrZ_MX9I/AAAAAAAABK8/Z9atgVPThUw/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334184650842333138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbUrZ_MX9I/AAAAAAAABK8/Z9atgVPThUw/s320/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those crabs on the wall are actually framed and signed by godknowswho, stars i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbUrFswiOI/AAAAAAAABK0/sqmyQULD8AQ/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183303759055890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbTc_tgzBI/AAAAAAAABKM/r8DuWs-piXs/s320/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got there at 8pm... The place was packed and noisy! See that red rubber thing? It's for the &lt;strong&gt;reservation queue&lt;/strong&gt;, meaning those who have made reservation waits there for their turn to order before they get their seats. There's another queue on the other side for those who have not made any reservation who ends up waiting over an hour -to order, get seated and have their food! With the reservation, i think we waited about 40minutes, but at least we got to sit within 15. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183310940240530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbTdado-pI/AAAAAAAABKc/3My7XZPACgM/s320/DSC01367(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first side dish that came up and i think my parents stole a bite before i could snap a picture. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183316497604258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbTdvKnnqI/AAAAAAAABKk/4vQCra2CPII/s320/DSC01366(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second was black pepper spareribs and they stole a bite before me again! This was really nice! It's different from those sweet spareribs outside but it's very tasty in its own way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183306229636866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbTdI6i3wI/AAAAAAAABKU/k8A-8qZebiM/s320/DSC01368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some buns to dip into the crabby sauce! but sadly, my brother didn't order my favourite spicy crab! Instead, he ordered the crab beehoon and the creamy butter crab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbTd_hyHVI/AAAAAAAABKs/gG4mnNIo-Ec/s1600-h/DSC01365(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183320889728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbTd_hyHVI/AAAAAAAABKs/gG4mnNIo-Ec/s320/DSC01365(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSrWJf7GI/AAAAAAAABJk/CvWCZWiVTvU/s1600-h/DSC01369(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182450788559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSrWJf7GI/AAAAAAAABJk/CvWCZWiVTvU/s320/DSC01369(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crab beehoon with extra soup and beehoon. Actually my mom and i didn't really like the milky beehoon and its soup but the serving of crab was generous. I mean, lookit the meat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182459832378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSr31tpNI/AAAAAAAABJs/EthoJeGZOv4/s320/DSC01371(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182465438701090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSsMuXViI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8ErCls8ZJqw/s320/DSC01373(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, came the butter crab! I think this is my first time having butter crab cause i always go for the spicy one. I'm glad my brother ordered this though! It's a tad spicy, sweet yet creamy! I never knew creamy and spicy could go so well together (: It kind of tasted like the milkmild condensed milk, and like they used those burner to flame the top. Like creme brulee you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So obviously, we enjoyed the meal. My mom and dad had like 1 pincer each with the other side dishes and the proclaimed they were "&lt;em&gt;very full&lt;/em&gt;"! So my brother and i finished off the rest. I feel like such a pig these days! Eat till full, sleep, wake and eat, rest, eat and sleep... It's a vicious cycle. Tsk. So yeah, we cabbed home and i fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, i bought a ridiculous looking umbrella that day too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSsYqktzI/AAAAAAAABJ8/mzLpP4oVMqg/s1600-h/DSC01376(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182468644026162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSsYqktzI/AAAAAAAABJ8/mzLpP4oVMqg/s320/DSC01376(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182472405147602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbSsmrS39I/AAAAAAAABKE/VEk0Djfgg6s/s320/DSC01377(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it has frills/laces on the side! Muahaha. Nowadays i like the color &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;navy&lt;/span&gt; and i was looking for an umbrella with the frills. Seem preppy and feminine somehow...... I know the polka dots and ribbons are too much but aiya, anything! You can borrow it if you dare to bring it out on the streets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these 2 days, my brother has me doing silly things for him. First, it was flinging his slippers down and just now, it was his gloves for riding. We stay at level 5 and there are those shelters sticking out on the first level. I was afraid he's gg to say byebye to his things but i can throw amazingly far! They almost got caught in the trees quite a distance away. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had my Saturday free this weekend because of Vesak Day! i Love Vesak Day! I went to town with baby, shopped, bought another bag! and watched Wolverine with him at PS! FIRST ROW seats! -.-" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on Friday, i went gymming with Yin and hurt my shoulders and back :( There was this machine that you are supposed to prop your arms and elbows up and lift you legs off the ground. I wasnt tall enough so i jumped, but i didnt realize i was still not at the appropriate height. Hence i tried to do the set of 20 till i feel as if my shoulders are going to break. I felt weird out cause i used to be able to do it easily and it's supposed to be for your abs what?! Why are my shoulders in pain? I refuse to admit defeat and tried again many times till i realized i scraped my elbows. And my shoulders and back have been hurting badly till now. Omg. I scuk! Think i shall just stick to crunches for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what use is it, when after the gym we eat supper and junkfood and sleep right after?! AHHH. I'm having a bad sorethroat again and i'm craving junkfood still. I have not even bathed or done my laundry! Bye! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my Mummy! Papa! Korkor! and more! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1400509644350827982?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/1400509644350827982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=1400509644350827982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1400509644350827982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1400509644350827982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgbUrZ_MX9I/AAAAAAAABK8/Z9atgVPThUw/s72-c/DSC01374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-2848939189178011334</id><published>2009-05-05T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:01:09.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Sarah!</title><content type='html'>It's another week, another Tuesday of work. At least, i had a fulfilling weekend. Hehs. Lets see if i can recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(eh i think i didnt do much too, bt lets start from Thursday!)&lt;/span&gt; I got up, eat my junk food, finish painting my nails then got ready to meet Yin. As usual, we met an hour plus later than the planned time. We shopped at Vivo and got Brian his 22nd birthday present - a mouse! Duh, it's the mouse for computers and its in the shape of a body with boobs! It's even wearing his favourite soccer team's shirt so we got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to just delete the previous paragraph cause it sounds boring even to me and im not in the mood to blog about what happened. So i'll stop abruptly and continue another time &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; i get the few pictures uploaded onto my computer. Okay lah i'll sum up the day till next time (: The night went on to &lt;strong&gt;PowerHouse&lt;/strong&gt; then to &lt;strong&gt;East Coast Park&lt;/strong&gt; then over to &lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt; at 6am. Spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday with baby, surprise! In the process, i also popped over to my cousin's house to see their baby Valerie for her first month into the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry is so pointless 'cause there is no quality in what im typing. When i get more photos i'll update on my weekend okay! :x The main point of today's entry is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s 21st Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332358782600510882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgBYD4vWfaI/AAAAAAAABIM/5EIoEHaKTv8/s400/Sarahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that you're not looking at the camera but i couldn't find other recent nice pictures! I realize in most of our pictures, you're making a funny face or sth lah! Cute. HAHA. &amp;amp; i meant all the pictures from year 1 till now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going through our pictures, i realized we have gone many places and done many things together be it as a group or just us 2 (: We have gone Vivo countless times ever since we started our Friday-Vivo-thing, gone tanning and took a photo with Utt at Sentosa, drinking and karoake-d at the pub till late, loitered around places like Town and Liang Court till morning doing godknowswhat, played stuffed toys with Nique and Ange in our ECH block and basically doing all sorts of crazy things together. Now it's the 5th year that we're celebrating your Big Day together! Aww... we'll definitely have a great celebration for you okay and we will call over to Melbourne for Nique!&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (sorry that it's belated!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, we love you! Hope you don't mind the silly looking crown i put for you! HAHA (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night world, i'm going to bathe and &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to sleep earlier today (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: baby, i know you read this right... you love FatFat more, not Turkey! hehs (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-2848939189178011334?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/2848939189178011334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=2848939189178011334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2848939189178011334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2848939189178011334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-21st-birthday-sarah.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Sarah!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SgBYD4vWfaI/AAAAAAAABIM/5EIoEHaKTv8/s72-c/Sarahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8424950062427292548</id><published>2009-04-27T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:47:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love children because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love children because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SfSFxslIkQI/AAAAAAAABIE/glOEbB5P9Ew/s1600-h/My+Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329031347913134338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SfSFxslIkQI/AAAAAAAABIE/glOEbB5P9Ew/s400/My+Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no matter how i'm feeling, they can &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; make my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(look at their funny expressions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im upset, tired, feeling unjust ecetera, just looking at them makes me feel better. Try talking to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(with)&lt;/span&gt; them, and the world seems a better place. Try dancing with them, and you feel that everything's going to be all right. Wait till you get a hug from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching the rerun of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Army Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on OKTO, remember it? I think i watched it before eons ago when i was in primary school. It was way popular back then. 1 of the NS man actually said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nowSaday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"! OMG. It's what my girls have i been using for quite awhile now, ever since our BEE used it accidentally. HAHAHA. ALong with words like "youngterS" "coRourful" and "bRing BRing" as opposed to youngsters, colorful and bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you wonder about my sudden topic change, the show reminded me of my boyfriend who's in OutField right now. And i long for a hug from... the kids! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(because i know i can't get it from my boy so soon ma!)&lt;/span&gt; I remember the first week when baby went for Tekong, i was getting all my hugs from the children and feeling much better. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not boyfriend crazy okay. Most of the time, im actually quite fine on my own. It's the sudden bouts of moments when i realize i can't call or see him whenever i want that i feel weird. I know i sld stop yakking about this but i just want to, sue me.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (And i don't want baby to think i don't miss him out here.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll get my dose of love from the children tml! I miss&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! He's the boy in the picture, currently, my favourite kiddo. He's sooo adorable i tell you. I wanted to upload videos of him but realized i can't, prob need to put on youtube first. I know he miss me too cause he kept asking the other teachers on thur n fri &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i was on off and at the Japanese Association to teach)&lt;/span&gt; where i was! Hehs. I would love to do up a post on why i love all these li'l sweetums but that will take some time. I'll try! I know i have not blogged about Bintan part 2 even. I'll try too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's time to get off the net. Oh after i grumble about having a brother who drives a bike first. &lt;em&gt;Not really&lt;/em&gt; grumble actually. With the bike, i have a brother who asks me around midnight every day what i would like for supper. And if i would like to go out for some prata or toast at 2am as well. Like, how can i say no? I already have my share of latenight snacks and junkfood and now it's worse! I had 2 packs of oreo with milk right before i slept at 4am last night and cold beancurd + oreos again just now. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Mummy bought the oreo box for me so i'm tempted to eat them every single night)&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling of milk and cookies or junkfood and novel right before i head to noddyland is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; sinful, it's divine. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great monday tml! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s: i conveniently forgot to do my PhysicalEd lesson plans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8424950062427292548?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8424950062427292548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8424950062427292548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8424950062427292548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8424950062427292548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-children-because.html' title='i love children because...'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SfSFxslIkQI/AAAAAAAABIE/glOEbB5P9Ew/s72-c/My+Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8343613431437250643</id><published>2009-04-25T01:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:29:54.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, or the lack of it + Speak Mandarin Campaign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well it's true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shirley Ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT HAVE FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to join the 1,000,000000 people who have tried to persuade me to join since 2 years ago? C'mon! It's fun being asked again and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since year 3, Nique has been asking me to join this "new" &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(then)&lt;/span&gt; thing but i always get distracted halfway through the sign up. Im just lazy to go through such things again. Come to think of it, i have not touch my Friendster/Whosgoing or any other account for a looong time now. See, blog, you're still my faithful channel for killing online time (: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*big sloppy kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say i have been tempted by my friends when they show me their pet house and do e facebook talk about "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh you know that picture she uploaded...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;don't need to send, i just upload all our photos on facebook ok...&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;NO, not okay!&lt;/strong&gt; Missy here is living in the stone ages, aku no facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who needs the extra trouble of letting people&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (your significant other :x)&lt;/span&gt; see photos and stories that you do not want known? &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right ching? :X&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i feel like giving up and just join for the sake of it. Like so that there will not be the number 1,000,00000&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; person asking me to do it. And sometimes it is really boring online, im not too sure how i spend hours just surfing the net and doing rubbish. Oh well. Should i join facebook &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;after you shut down yours 'cause i got annoyed with all the girls throwing sheep at you or sth shitty like that&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY. Baby? Baby! :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( He's going outfield first thing tml morning. First 5 days without contact after being together for 2 years. I'm so gonna &lt;strong&gt;worry&lt;/strong&gt; and miss him and talk to FatFat nonstop and and and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Dramatic? I wonder what you're talking about. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I was looking for this Speak Mandarin Campaign video months ago when i first saw it on teevee. Nobody knew about it and i couldn't find it laa. Now finally it's up in youtube! I love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrFXqbRARTA&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi Kan Jian Shan Shan De Xing Xing Lan Lan De Tian! She probably got too excited that it's the last phrase so she rushed through at the back. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Soo&lt;/em&gt; adorable! I love how they fill the whole screen up with the kids' face with no extra shenanigans around. Tee-hee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found sth else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iR3ePG6wpWg&amp;amp;hl=" width="300" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xcd311b" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzmSoKGJycg&amp;amp;hl=" width="300" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color2="0xcd311b" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many takes they took to get the one they want. Haha. Omg TOO CUTE! Love the last video the most, where she stumble all over her words. You can actually see the pause where she forgot her words. Haha (: I want this girl! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*puts her inside my bag and scurries away* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, and silly me actually thought they are all the same girl! I think the last 2 is different from the first la cause she seems about 2 instead. And her video is named Noemie Jr, sister maybe? Pardon me if im totally wrong. Hehs. By the way, I think this is a really good advert! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alrighty,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's 1am now. I didn't meet my dance girls cause the plan was too last minute told to me :( and dint meet my poly girls cause erm, im rather lazy :( Sorry! Didn't meet my besties for steamboat too! Actually 1 of my main reason is also to be home at 1030 to talk to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; properly cause as mentioned, he's going outfield tml... Anything for him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope everybody enjoyed their night though! I enjoyed my day doing nothing at &lt;strong&gt;YewTee&lt;/strong&gt; with Yin again! I think YewTee &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(esp McCafe though it has loads of flies)&lt;/span&gt; is now my favourite chillout place! Food? CHECK. Lounge area? Check. 24hour? Check. Watsons/Ntuc for me to buy random bodycare products and junk food? Check. Manicure salon? Check. Near my place? Check. Friends who stay nearby? Check! If you go pass YewTee i bet you can spot me there idling my life away. Haha! I sound like some sad li'l girl! No lah, i just find it nice to slack there. But i think we sldnt do that too often, right Yin? &lt;s&gt;i'm starting to get sick of it already&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay okay! Night world! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8343613431437250643?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8343613431437250643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8343613431437250643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8343613431437250643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8343613431437250643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-or-lack-of-it-noemie-jr.html' title='Facebook, or the lack of it + Speak Mandarin Campaign!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-8452188648587943146</id><published>2009-04-20T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:32:14.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday to my boy! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326816255424096098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeynKWBUZ2I/AAAAAAAABHk/9mG5_l3PCjI/s400/cakecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, baby boy!!! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yepyep, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;20thApril is Mr Victor's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We almost couldnt celebrate it because he was supposed to be confined the whole weekend and the following weekend he has outfield. Can you imagine celebrating your birthday 3 weeks late?! But thankfully, they let him out for half a day on Sunday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better than nothing okay! He booked out in the morning and we met in the erm, afternoon :( Because of my lousy planning :( I was supposed to wake up at 8am, prepare his present and cake and surprise him at his place! Due to some miscommunication with his mom, i didnt try as hard to wake up earlier and thus only met him 4hours after he was out. Times awasting man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silliest thing was, i was still packing his present by the time he met me. I guess some things never change - my procrastination, and being no good at keeping secrets and surprises. &lt;strong&gt;Oh well, it's been 2 years, i believe we have pass the stage whereby i can actually prepare his present in front of him. &lt;/strong&gt;Right baby? HAHA. Hey... it was a last minute thing that he can book out so i wasn't fully prepared mahhh. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326816251358589714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeynKG4BsxI/AAAAAAAABHc/4eVl7Wa0Ka8/s400/April2009,+Baby%27s+20th.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So anyway, my Army Man! Or my Man from Army! Or... erm... either way it sounds weird. Whatever. Ain't he the most good looking bloke you have seen, clad in green-splattered-paint? Teehee :D NooooooOooOoooo baby, please don't go back to Tekong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat for awhile in YewTee's McCafe drinking-ultra-horrid-tasting Iced Passion Tea. Let me digress, i felt like i was drinking rubber, if rubber could be drunk. I poured &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much sweetener to make it taste normal as i was beyond thirsty n simply looking for a place to sit. Their lattes scuk too, same, as if im drinking iced water with sweetener that turned bad! And i don't mean just the YewTee branch, it's the 1 at Pasir Ris too. Gosh, i think the only proper drink is the Mocha Frappe... tsk. Makes me wonder if their standard was always &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; bad, or has it worsen? Alright, so that was where he pretended not to peep at me wrapping his present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeydW2U5HuI/AAAAAAAABHE/3mwNjEumIpI/s1600-h/his-20th-present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805475138281186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeydW2U5HuI/AAAAAAAABHE/3mwNjEumIpI/s320/his-20th-present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeydWoEiuxI/AAAAAAAABG8/PIVCpfRV5RE/s1600-h/DSC01283(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326805471311608594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeydWoEiuxI/AAAAAAAABG8/PIVCpfRV5RE/s320/DSC01283(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute? (: It was a last minute idea and i thought it was not bad. If only i had more time to pack it properly... I made a collage of our pictures &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(especially with bloopers of him) &lt;/span&gt;then pasted it on those hard pretty paper/card. Then i wrote the birthday wishes on the back of it. I wrapped the present in this blue tissue-y crepe paper and then wrapped the card around it. Added the lil ribbons and tadah, home wrapped gift. And &lt;strong&gt;YES, that adorable litle boy in the centre is my boyfriend when he was a size mini!&lt;/strong&gt; Aww... ... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Seyclr7YO9I/AAAAAAAABGU/cTTIXAf2Vy0/s1600-h/DSC01281(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804630533323730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Seyclr7YO9I/AAAAAAAABGU/cTTIXAf2Vy0/s320/DSC01281(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804634204780098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Seycl5muNkI/AAAAAAAABGc/YBNNGejp-Qo/s320/DSC01282(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his present which i have lost sleep over. Sigh, what a long story but i'm gg to attempt to tell it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;briefly&lt;/span&gt;! I wanted to get him a mp3 with big headphones but he didn't want as he kind of has 1 now. Shirts are boring as i have bought him so many things to wear already. I remembered he wanted a small sling bag &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(though i have gotten him 1 before.. but it was too big. not sure if i blogged about it)&lt;/span&gt; so i thought Porter suits him best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i went to Porter International at Wisma &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(after my research on Porter goods online)&lt;/span&gt;. I immediately disregard the small pouches as i told Bee &amp;amp; Yin "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;chey, so small, put what?!&lt;/span&gt;" I checked out the slings and they were still within my budget but decided to head down to HeadPorter &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(pun not intended)&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;strong&gt; Surrender&lt;/strong&gt; to check out the products from Tokyo. This was an &lt;em&gt;ulu shop&lt;/em&gt; that i found on the net and after checking with Vic's friend who used to go with him. We walked pass it twice before realizing that it's on the 2nd level of a random shop with Adidas logos on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeadPorter items are like double the price of Porter International and obviously, i wanted to head back to Wisma to get the sling which is like the price of HeadPorter's pouch only. But somehow we got brainwashed by the shop assistant who claimed that the Porter in Wisma is FAKE cause it's from Taiwan. So i spent a nice 3 digit figure for the mini pouch that could actually have paid for a sling at Porter Wisma... I still felt happy about it ok, cause baby's wallet used to be from HeadPorter Tokyo too. Oh and Surrender's supposedly the only shop that sells HeadPorter products in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that Vic might find the shop at Wisma "fake" too, it could be a guy thing you know. But he was like "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no lah, not fake. Just that it's from a different place what...&lt;/span&gt;" And i started questioning the right of the guy for saying a proper recognised shop at Wisma fake when his shop is so much ulu... &lt;em&gt;You might judge me for being the unknowing one but still, at least Wisma will give you a nice paper bag and not some black plastic for a 3 digit cost item right? &lt;/em&gt;So ya, secretly i think my boyfriend prefers the sling so i wanted to buy another. But he insisted he wants what i chose for him. "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a lanyard and karibina more from Porter will do&lt;/span&gt;". How i love this guy. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804638973833682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeycmLXwMdI/AAAAAAAABGk/QBqtmLFSjnk/s320/April2009,+Baby%27s+20th1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (actually yahoo-ed)&lt;/span&gt; and the first 1 is kind of like what i bought. The second seemed to be another he mentioned that is "grenade-shaped". AHHH. If only the pouch is bigger, he could keep his wallet in too. You can check out HeadPorter products at &lt;a href="http://head-porter.org/home.htm"&gt;http://head-porter.org/home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rant! i think that was not brief at all... Haha. Since baby could book out on weekends already, we have watched a number of movies and headed to town together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327164591890795426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Se3j-Mewi6I/AAAAAAAABHs/2xAwHQg0koo/s400/msSF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeeee shopping with baby in town! Here's 2 dresses i tried on from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss SelfFridge&lt;/span&gt;. This cutting of theirs is really flattering and easy to wear but i dint buy any! One's too plain and the other's too over the top cause the prints were actually blue-ish. I bought a toga dress from TopShop instead. It's unlike any thing i have ever worn i guess, cause it's body hugging and more feminine. But somehow the boyfriend thinks it feels like "&lt;strong&gt;Tarzan and Jane&lt;/strong&gt;" with the 1 shoulder effect. And my girlfriends who checked it out after thought it looked Sporty! But wth, i bought it anyway without any idea of when i would ever wear it. It's white with grey stripes in 3 directions. Let's hope it doesn't get chucked into a corner... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326804647112673154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeycmpsNB4I/AAAAAAAABG0/oKhHP4MfCKM/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;So... i guess i went out of point. I just adore doing anything with my silly boy (: Here's a tired looking him on the cab to town that day. Again, &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really hope you like your mini celebration and present (: And i insist on blogging though its almost 2am cause it's your Big Day! Screw Army, i can still sing your birthday song to you and blog it out! Your wishes will come true too! I Love You, Q S SEOW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night baby, night FatFat, and night world. BIG HUG! 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(:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SeynKWBUZ2I/AAAAAAAABHk/9mG5_l3PCjI/s72-c/cakecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-3936943079401106396</id><published>2009-04-12T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:20:26.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi, boyfriend and family (:</title><content type='html'>It's another non-productive Sunday! I uploaded the photos quite a few days back so i'm hoping the blogging bug will still come to me as i start typing. I think i will take a long time again cause i kept typing nonsensical things due to my bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHhHHH. I have been sick for like 2 months?! Ever since my viral infection and i got laryngitis, i havent managed to get my voice back. It's still rather low and my throat's feeling uncomfortable 24/7. I think i hurt my voice box and i'm so afraid i wont get my usual voice back. Especially my higher pitch voice. Like i can only talk in a low tone and i can't hum or sing nicely - every line will sound as if i went out of tune. It's so scary now that every morning i wake up, i try to hum and see if i still got my voice :( I tried to maintain a healthy diet for the first 2 wks, then i gave up. Me? Healthy food? I guess all the junk food and kfc is not helping &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Yewtee&lt;/strong&gt; is so amazing now! There's over 10 choices of food places including Subway, BurgerKing, HongKong Cafe, JalanKayu, KouFu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm getting worse! I have 3, or 4? ulcers in the left of my mouth. They're those in the gum. Unbelievably painful laa. Bad sorethroat plus a crazy flu that keeps me feeling &lt;em&gt;piao1 piao1 ran2&lt;/em&gt; in not a good way. And i just visited the dentist for scaling &amp;amp; polishing... he told me that my wisdom tooth is growing in the same corner. After all the painful stories i have heard, i'm getting freaked out about the amount of uncomfortable soreness im going to feel. Wow, i've lamented my plight for 2 whole paragraphs! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I prepared sushi for baby for his first bookout from Tekong! Yep, it's the 2nd time i'm making him sushi &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(cause it's easier and can keep for longer. hah)&lt;/span&gt; but somehow i always spend HOURS making a simple thing. As shared with my favourite girls &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bee&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yin&lt;/span&gt; recently, even ready-made ingredients are not safe from our hands. Haha. So... i met up with them for grocery shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBmrYrUI/AAAAAAAABGM/-uk1pyBJCdk/s1600-h/DSC01236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747912253910338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBmrYrUI/AAAAAAAABGM/-uk1pyBJCdk/s320/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I plan to make crab mayo, egg mayo, egg omelette, porkfloss, tuna and scallops sushi! Then i decided to give up trying to make e omelette ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBcT3QWI/AAAAAAAABGE/IFlnMgtjumo/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747909470896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBcT3QWI/AAAAAAAABGE/IFlnMgtjumo/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some useful tool i got from Daiso! Put the rice in, press and pop 'em out! Non-stick too! I think i had too much fun doing this that's why i made way too much sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBI11EjI/AAAAAAAABF8/hpA2xxyK6Ug/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747904244650546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBI11EjI/AAAAAAAABF8/hpA2xxyK6Ug/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747900230157410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zA54sxGI/AAAAAAAABF0/H_m6Xl2ffEc/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, egg mayo that's not chopped finely enough. Haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zA7E57pI/AAAAAAAABFs/FL_R24nJ_Cg/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322747900549787282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zA7E57pI/AAAAAAAABFs/FL_R24nJ_Cg/s320/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, crab mayonnaise. Followed by pork floss and seasoned scallops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xoM8AO8I/AAAAAAAABFk/NgQI68KlhA4/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322746376335932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xoM8AO8I/AAAAAAAABFk/NgQI68KlhA4/s320/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then i got bored with doing th same type of sushi and decided to make use of the bamboo sticks i bought. Roll, tuna, roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322746369030012930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xnxuIwAI/AAAAAAAABFc/VifPNWumrhg/s320/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xnnWZm8I/AAAAAAAABFU/8DpUsR8jkpg/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322746366246099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xnnWZm8I/AAAAAAAABFU/8DpUsR8jkpg/s320/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After many hours, lo and behold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322746367637067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xnsiCGMI/AAAAAAAABFM/mRXY9eTUP5E/s320/DSC01245(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i overdid them.. haha. Anyway, does anybody add sweetening stuff like sugar to the rice? Apart from vinegar i mean, because my brother says that the sushi outside are always sweet. Hmm... After which, i chose the nicer ones and packed them in with love! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(the rest are for my family and myself. hehs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xnRYjfuI/AAAAAAAABFE/un55z_w-084/s1600-h/DSC01250(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322746360349556450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4xnRYjfuI/AAAAAAAABFE/un55z_w-084/s320/DSC01250(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wtj6lfHI/AAAAAAAABEs/b4QigdCbJgE/s1600-h/DSC01251(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322745368891718770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wtj6lfHI/AAAAAAAABEs/b4QigdCbJgE/s320/DSC01251(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As compared to those i did a year back, do they look better or worse? Last year it was overflowing. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322745369604032914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wtmkaiZI/AAAAAAAABE0/AUT_Hws1FaM/s320/love+treat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh... I think last year's looked better? Haha. But the process was messier laa... you see --&gt; &lt;a href="http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi for the first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Please just glance and forget cause the pictures are a year back and my blog style then was scuky too. Don't read too much into it *shy*. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322745372229247330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wtwWUIWI/AAAAAAAABE8/kPJRcsnyqRQ/s320/sushi-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is the final lunch box! He finished them too (: The first time round, pork floss was his fav. Now it's the crab and egg ones (: Teehee. And i conclude that making sushi is not that easy after all! The cost and the preparation was &lt;em&gt;da bomb&lt;/em&gt;. But it was all worth it! I didnt have the time to make the drinks i have planned thou. Oh well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures from our town visit before Victor books in to a full-time chalet at Tekong! I treated baby to Hip Diner's (: I loved their burgers! Especially Stars &amp;amp; Stripes. It has everything on it and i always knew at the back of my mind that baby would love it. &lt;a href="http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks-then-hip-diners.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have raved about it before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322745367399492690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wteWz7FI/AAAAAAAABEk/fMc1aKVHL9Y/s320/My+Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My usual burger. Baby wanted to try Gut's burger, the one with Everything on it! The moment he saw it, all skeptical thoughts of a burger not being satisfying enough flew out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wtIyq6GI/AAAAAAAABEc/GUKe9b8d2JA/s1600-h/My+Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322745361610762338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4wtIyq6GI/AAAAAAAABEc/GUKe9b8d2JA/s320/My+Pictures1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hottie boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744059035732082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4vhUUlSHI/AAAAAAAABD0/oj-irSQ6r4g/s320/hippyfood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744064079950658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4vhnHN80I/AAAAAAAABD8/FSpkCgyYNLs/s320/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My leftover food. Tsk. I think all the anticipating for the burger has already filled my stomach. After 2 bites, i complained of being full but i tried to stuff myself. Hey, it's not a lot left already okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, i enjoyed my day with baby. &lt;em&gt;Shopping, neoprints, dinner and a long ride home together (: You've booked in again but we had 4 blissful days together. I dread your outfield that's coming but we'll pull through too.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744068353909698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4vh3CNY8I/AAAAAAAABEE/6dcrAc4cxd8/s320/DSC01183(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last 2 months, we also celebrated my mummy and daddy's birthdays! For mummy's birthday, we headed out to Crystal Jade for dinner and then to some HongKong cafe for dad's (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744067738104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4vh0vY9FI/AAAAAAAABEM/GkKwLeU8LrM/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322744072348071266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4viF6fdWI/AAAAAAAABEU/Vu2sOBIFwNc/s320/P1080230(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy's 53! I love my family (: And i enjoyed our Zoo Trip during the CNY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i love FatFat! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, the boxer shorts i bought for you is waaay too big. The shop assistant said i could bring you out to try if im not sure of the size but i bought it anyway. It's for 3years and up but you're only 1+. &lt;strong&gt;That must be the reason&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well. My friends are probably staring in shock that i'm treating FatFat like a real living thing. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i love my friends too! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(don't say i forgot you guys!)&lt;/span&gt; Love the company from y'all when the boyfriend is not around (: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, i'm going to try to do something productive like my lesson plans ok &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(my head starts to hurt whenever i think about work)&lt;/span&gt;. Gahh. Baby's birthday is coming very soon! I'm going off to watch teevee with daddy and korkor (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3936943079401106396?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3936943079401106396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3936943079401106396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3936943079401106396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3936943079401106396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/04/sushi-boyfriend-and-family.html' title='Sushi, boyfriend and family (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sd4zBmrYrUI/AAAAAAAABGM/-uk1pyBJCdk/s72-c/DSC01236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-6541899363933041533</id><published>2009-04-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:01:08.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a Sunday (:</title><content type='html'>GAHHH. I know i'm abandoning my blog again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that i have totally lost the mood for blogging &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(well, a little)&lt;/span&gt; but... it's just that whenever i get the mood, i'll be putting the pictures together and by the time i'm done choosing or uploading, it's hours later and i've lost the mood. Or that it's ridicuolously late again and i've got to sleep. I'm sure you understand my difficulties... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update, baby's been out from his first 2 weeks in Tekong! In fact, this is our 2nd cherished weekend together (: &amp;amp; i've just spoke to him on the phone (: I've also met up with the clique for some crazyfun at Cathay. We played a super silly rabbit series of games at the entrance of the shop. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. I think i'm too distracted to blog. My brother's so right, Sundays are the most unproductive days. I basically slacked around with baby then at home till now. Yet somehow i've developed a throbbing headache :( I shall try harder at blogging after work and meeting tml. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6541899363933041533?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6541899363933041533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6541899363933041533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6541899363933041533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6541899363933041533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-what-sunday.html' title='oh what a Sunday (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-96664402047186649</id><published>2009-03-23T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:13:14.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss this boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041437623503298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/ScZfhZzOScI/AAAAAAAABCc/tCmo-dfo4L0/s320/nicehairbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you baby :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been 10 days. I guess i'm more used to it by now but i still wished Army is just a 1 week thing. Ahha. 2 years of being together almost everyday and now the sudden change is hard lahh. Especially when i'm feeling unwell and stressed. That's when i really miss you the most. Sigh. 4 more days baby. I'm glad at least FatFat is around. Though he's not much of a hug. Lol. Have a goodnight rest baby and hope your thigh recovers fully! LOVELOVE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AH. I reallllyyyyy miss you :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-96664402047186649?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/96664402047186649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=96664402047186649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/96664402047186649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/96664402047186649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-this-boy.html' title='i miss this boy!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/ScZfhZzOScI/AAAAAAAABCc/tCmo-dfo4L0/s72-c/nicehairbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4582702323895768126</id><published>2009-03-19T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:26:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour; Lights Off Singapore (:</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8:30PM local time, wherever you live on planet earth. Saturday 28 March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-love their intro (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This March on the 28th, 8.30pm is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt;! Also called &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lights Off Singapore&lt;/span&gt; for us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out about this from my brother a week ago and saw the short advertisement on tv today. It's a Saturday! Meaning i will be with my &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt; as he books out for the first time from Tekong! I can spend Earth Hour with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized that i end work around 6 and by the time we meet up, he will probably not want to head out anywhere i had imagined in the midst of my excitement -picnic/stargazing at Esplanade ectera. I guess if you stay in you won't feel the difference even if you off your house lights because the building and street lights will still be on. And if i'm at his place &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(most probably)&lt;/span&gt;, i can't march up to his parents while they're eating/watching tv and switch 'em all off right? :((((((((((((((((((((( So much for Lights Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no excuses. I really wish to participate in this as it is a really appluadable (?) idea from Sydney &lt;s&gt;not just because i have signed on at the site in my excitement&lt;/s&gt;. I basically love anything that us people can do together as a whole nation or world, whats more it's to save the earth! *injects cheerleader voice* I think such events seem too under publicised. I think there's Earth Day too right? Although it's not much, it's a start, and a milestone for us. I'm so glad my country is one of the 80 countries that participated, it makes me feel proud somehow. Aww... I love Singapore you know, and I love home, my family, boyfriend, friends... Okay i shall stop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try as i might to make sure i am a part of Earth Day. &lt;s&gt;"OFF THE LIGHTS, aunty and uncle!" &lt;/s&gt;I hope baby goes along with it! We could light a candle or sth... &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; i'm not simply keen on this so that i can get a romantic lights off with baby... ........ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention was to embed the official Earth Hour youtube video but somehow my youtube site is not working :( All i can do now is give you the link, nah! &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.sg/60/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.earthhour.sg/60/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm way past my bedtime promise i made myself for the boyfriend! And i'm painting the town red tml! No lah, just heading to town. So tata! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-9 more days now! Baby, i'm feeling the "hard-egg"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4582702323895768126?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4582702323895768126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4582702323895768126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4582702323895768126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4582702323895768126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-lights-off-singapore.html' title='Earth Hour; Lights Off Singapore (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-2646551117834863855</id><published>2009-03-13T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:08:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby goes to Tekong :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sbo7PSa-ZQI/AAAAAAAABCU/Th7PS8djAmg/s1600-h/shirneoprint-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312623844265977090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sbo7PSa-ZQI/AAAAAAAABCU/Th7PS8djAmg/s400/shirneoprint-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BABY"S GONE TO ARMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now in his 2nd day at TEKONG, the dreaded place. &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE I MISS HIM LAH!&lt;/strong&gt; And i have been really leaving my blog in the lurch for the past 2 weeks 'cause i was making the most of my time left with him before he enlists. I didn't even come online to check on my shopping items or my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we went to take &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;our 1st neoprint&lt;/span&gt; together! We actually wanted to take one when we first got together but it was still at the awkward first date stage... Then as time went on, we just weren't in the mood for neoprints cause it's such a teeny bopper &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i can't stand annoying sec sch teeny boppers)&lt;/span&gt; fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzz i fell asleep for over 2 hours zzzzZZzzzZzzzzzzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for dozing off! I wanted to upload the pictures of the day we went to town but it took too long so i fell asleep. I'll finish uploading those another day cause it's getting late again. Anyway, i absolutely&lt;em&gt; adore&lt;/em&gt; the neoprint we took together (: And for the first time, im so glad that i have a good scanner at home. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a talk with baby on the phone, it's lights out for him already. These 2 days were fine as his physical training has not started. We managed to sneak in like 5 calls + throughout the day. However, his training starts tml. Don't think he will be so free already. AH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really hope he is fine inside army, hope that he can handle all this sudden change in lifestyle, the mental and the physical endurance. And for me, i'll have to try my best to get used to not having him around everyday... 2 weeks is going to be fast! I'll see you very soon baby! &amp;amp; not to forget,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 25TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY, HON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we have celebrated in advance, and not forgotten to celebrate every single 14th in our time together. I LOVE YOU BABY! FatFat misses you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'm going to pack my things for work tml followed by Ching's 21st Birthday Chalet! (it will be my first stayover without baby for a very long time. and the first time in ages that i travel far late at night without him. sigh.) Night world! Will update again asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-2646551117834863855?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/2646551117834863855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=2646551117834863855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2646551117834863855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2646551117834863855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-goes-to-tekong.html' title='Baby goes to Tekong :('/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Sbo7PSa-ZQI/AAAAAAAABCU/Th7PS8djAmg/s72-c/shirneoprint-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-2311618395237126564</id><published>2009-02-27T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:37:39.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double RAINBOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Saa0_uod_9I/AAAAAAAABBs/l1OqQNI_3wg/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307128217845235666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Saa0_uod_9I/AAAAAAAABBs/l1OqQNI_3wg/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;right &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;outsid&lt;/span&gt;e my doorstep &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(okay not exactly doorstep, i meant right outside my house)&lt;/span&gt;!!! Yep, i said &lt;em&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;. Look carefully... ... The second one on top is fading away already by the time i saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spotting happened yesterday, around evening as i was being a couch potato. I thought there were some annoying secondary school girls playing pranks outside my place &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(paranoid tt they're pulling my precious plants/flowers that i water painstakingly everyday)&lt;/span&gt;. So i went out to take a look. Then my neighbours' daughters went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:"&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JieJie! Got 2 RAINBOWS leh!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was kind of embarrassed that i thought they were some annoying sec sch people. I have forgotten that they have grown up since the first time i saw them in 2003 you see. So i responded '&lt;em&gt;smartly'&lt;/em&gt; with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh really...? I see...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 5 seconds later i realized what they said and looked up. W.o.w. It was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;breathtakingly beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307126688675977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SaazmuCG2gI/AAAAAAAABBE/oJtT0dMQOYA/s320/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From one end of the rainbow... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307126689734537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Saazmx-fMoI/AAAAAAAABBM/4JN0-zWoEJ4/s320/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Saazm_qDGyI/AAAAAAAABBU/obFm0gTMSWI/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307126693406907170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Saazm_qDGyI/AAAAAAAABBU/obFm0gTMSWI/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have loved to be on the end of the rainbow and see if there is really something magical there. Or at least be standing on human ground near the last of it and see where a rainbow really ends. But i guess a rainbow itself is magical enough already. Whats more, it was a double &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It was such a clear and big rainbow, unlike normal short ones you see sometimes after the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for awhile, feeling amazed at the things nature can do. I'm sure others staying in ChoaChuKang/YewTee area would have seen it too, if you actually stopped and look up at the sky for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this life if, full of care,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have no time to stand and stare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No time to stand beneath the boughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And stare as long as sheep or cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No time to see, when woods we pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No time to see, in broad daylight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Streams full of stars, like skies at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No time to turn at Beauty's glance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And watch her feet, how they can dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No time to wait till her mouth can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enrich that smile her eyes began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A poor life this if, full of care,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have no time to stand and stare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-William Henry Davies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Loved this poem ever since my own secondary school days... ... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other neighbours came out to take a picture of it too, it was &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;nice. You just &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to be there, then you will really marvel at the beautiful-ness of it. When my brother came back from his studies/work/attachment at DeLeSalle &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i think?)&lt;/span&gt; for Physical Ed, i went over to him excitedly and proclaimed about the double rainbows. Then he told me that he saw it in school too, and the primary school kids were standing at the hallway going "&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wahhh... rainbow....&lt;/span&gt;". He shushed them into the hall, then proceeded to take a picture of the rainbow as seen at the top of this entry. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright la, i know i went on too long about the Rainbows. Oh well. Let me show you one last photo of it okay! I tried to use the Panorama function to take 3 shots of the rainbow and connect them together. Except for the weird building efffect in the centre, i think i did not bad right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SabEtiS-sII/AAAAAAAABCM/nQbq1CCb0s8/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307145497482276994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SabEtiS-sII/AAAAAAAABCM/nQbq1CCb0s8/s320/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of nowhere i saw this picture in my folders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SabEOQnQweI/AAAAAAAABCE/S0FDNIB5igo/s1600-h/DSCF0233(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307144960159564258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SabEOQnQweI/AAAAAAAABCE/S0FDNIB5igo/s400/DSCF0233(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite girls&lt;/em&gt; with me at Terminal 3, doing our thing. This was taken quite some time back and somehow i found the photo funny yet rather picturesque. I realized with a pang that i have not blogged about my friends for awhile! I guess we still meet up for outings but it's either we didnt take pictures or that there are tooo many pictures that i didn't blog about them. I'm so sorry! 17385 and especially the girls, you are definitely not forgotten! We're having a chalet soon! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(but VERY sadly, baby's going to be in Army by then. I'm so not ready for that to happen. Sighs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's all treasure the time we have on our hands!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LoveLoveLove&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-2311618395237126564?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/2311618395237126564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=2311618395237126564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2311618395237126564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2311618395237126564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/02/double-rainbow.html' title='Double RAINBOW!!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/Saa0_uod_9I/AAAAAAAABBs/l1OqQNI_3wg/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7215450148831412746</id><published>2009-02-24T02:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:45:46.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first locked post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took such an irritatingly long amount of time to get this locked post up. That i don't even feel like talking about it at all. Grr. Maybe another day. But still, big THANKS to jellobeanie/Felicia for helping with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306387012725279682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SaQS36Y8i8I/AAAAAAAABA8/WUU-dGe1A80/s320/locked+door+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div title="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" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('CoCkEG9E')"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a good poker face?&lt;/strong&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/38913723-7215450148831412746?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7215450148831412746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7215450148831412746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7215450148831412746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7215450148831412746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-locked-post_1520.html' title='first locked post'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SaQS36Y8i8I/AAAAAAAABA8/WUU-dGe1A80/s72-c/locked+door+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-494530272892147180</id><published>2009-02-22T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:40:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Zoom Sister One+, Nike Mini</title><content type='html'>I interrupt my Bintan post part 2 with... NIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SaEdaCxsYZI/AAAAAAAABAM/X1ByYilGkpE/s1600-h/My+NIKE+mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305554169278259602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SaEdaCxsYZI/AAAAAAAABAM/X1ByYilGkpE/s400/My+NIKE+mini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable right? That's &lt;strong&gt;Nikole, my N&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ike&lt;/span&gt; Mini&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just checking out the NIKE stores in town last week because I'm given a budget of $120 to get my sports outfit for work. Oh yes, did you know that the 2 leveled TopShop/TopMan in Wisma is now converted into NIKE?! It's quite cool, they even let you design your own unique Nike tee-shirt! The dressing rooms are carpeted with a nice lounge chair and full-lengthed mirror too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, when i saw the Nike advertisement on Nuffnang, i &lt;em&gt;just had to&lt;/em&gt; take a further look. It appears that Nike Women is having a new launch called &lt;a href="http://nikewomen.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nike Zoom Sister One+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! When you enter the site, you could browse through the new launch as well as fix up your own Nike Mini with the Nike collection of shoes, clothes and accessories! What's more, you chould choose your Nike Mini's skintone, eyes, hair and so on. It's super cute, like a branded online game or playing dress-up with your dolls &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(hey, don't judge me! i'm sure many of you girls love playing dress-up too okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think you are not that interested in shoes or the like, go check out the Nike Mini section anyway! I bet you will spend a looong time there just fixing up your doll LOH &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i spent over an hour?)&lt;/span&gt;. It's such fun! After choosing the shoe for your Nike Mini, i think you will be keen to check out the new launch too! Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i also bet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nikole looks much better than&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nike Mini! So here you so... Nike Women's new collection, Nike Zoom Sister One+, The ultimate training shoe for women. Get your dose at &lt;a href="http://nikewomen.com.sg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://nikewomen.com.sg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-494530272892147180?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/494530272892147180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=494530272892147180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/494530272892147180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/494530272892147180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/02/nike-zoom-sister-one-nike-mini.html' title='Nike Zoom Sister One+, Nike Mini'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SaEdaCxsYZI/AAAAAAAABAM/X1ByYilGkpE/s72-c/My+NIKE+mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7778249579206782752</id><published>2009-02-21T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:49:24.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BINTAN part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304895464801662498" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7GUZYVdiI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Y-Im9s4PfmU/s400/DSC06838.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINALLY! My Bintan post!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304895469779458978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7GUr7Im6I/AAAAAAAAA7k/FFuDtVNlqtE/s400/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Wednesday 12thNovember2008, Baby and I went on our first short holiday together &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(just the 2 of us, unlike Taiwan!)&lt;/span&gt;. My memories seem a bit hazy already but i'll try blog about whatever i remember ok (: Early morning, baby came over to meet me before we cabbed down to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, we were almost late! We had to run after we got down from the cab! I thought we'd miss our ferry for sure cause you're supposed to arrive like 45mins early somemore... The lady who collected our pass said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your ferry is here already, you need to go NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." From there, we had to ruuunnnnn all the way down the long lanes to get to our ferry. We were one of the last to reach :x On board Aria Bupala &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(that's the name of the ferry -.-)&lt;/span&gt;, i started to feel slightly queasy. I think i'm a bit seasick :( Thankfully, it was just a 1 hour ride so it wasn't that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304895469823266930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7GUsFlEHI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Z2W3gle6Ato/s400/DSC06959(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tadah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WELCOME TO BINTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304895472103026946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7GU0lHcQI/AAAAAAAAA70/v_GWMlZBbvI/s400/DSC06960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love the tiki-tack thing &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i don't really know what it's called)&lt;/span&gt;. It's got such an island &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From here, we had to board another bus to get to our resort. Pretty soon, we got to &lt;strong&gt;Nirwana Resort Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304895476630109170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7GVFcdO_I/AAAAAAAAA78/CnXdAv5y6yc/s400/for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a quick look of our messy hotel room and view. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304898354495944658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7I8mVI99I/AAAAAAAAA8k/JceDsEavHz4/s400/DSC06817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304898351354924194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7I8aoQzKI/AAAAAAAAA8c/uoDhjrAdzDM/s400/DSC06815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wheeeeeeeee! The first thing you do when you get to a hotel is, ... ... FLING YOURSELF ON THE BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304898342385382418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7I75NwdBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/t72nYvnO6_w/s400/DSC06808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But FatFat got to it first. Oh well. You get first try then. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*shruggs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304898344160188994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7I7_052kI/AAAAAAAAA8M/VbxhQSwUF34/s400/DSC06811(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304898351524657730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7I8bQuukI/AAAAAAAAA8U/BYzbYL2Hgn8/s400/DSC06812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got 2nd and baby got 3rd. Tee-hee. WHAT?! I told you i went Bintan with my BF, FatFat and Tweety remember?! Apparently, Tweet was too small to even fling herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We got settled in and decided to go out for a walk. I actually planned to do some activities like water sports there but my lazybumboy wanted to just chill. I got influenced too so we spent our holiday just chilling &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(as you will see soon enough)&lt;/span&gt;. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the start of my routine camwhoring before we head out everytime:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304916742988059442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7Zq8zTUzI/AAAAAAAAA_0/2K9xGs-lR_c/s400/vainpot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We strolled around our resort and check out the lil booths which showed us the activities we could do. Victor got &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; excited when he saw the Buggy Rental. It was SGD25 for an hour &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or was it 45mins?)&lt;/span&gt;. Geez. Most of the stuff were obviously overpriced to knock &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(qiao1) &lt;/span&gt;the tourists. We rented the buggy anyway cause baby was literally jumping up and down with excitement already. Haha. The man asked for his Driver's License. Duh, my bf is only like halfway into his bike lessons so we showed him the learning pass instead. Said he didn't bring his license. He rented it to us after we showed him a test drive. Aiya, think he would rent it to us, driver's pass or not... But, we need a pass to drive a BUGGY meh? Really?! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*incredulous look*&lt;/span&gt; Maybe cause we really drive on the road with the buses and cars i guess. Hmm... Now that i think about it, it was kind of dangerous :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915751756679010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7YxQLUx2I/AAAAAAAAA_M/jeXSm2nHSZ4/s400/DSC06828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915756034803778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7YxgHTyEI/AAAAAAAAA_U/b3zsc8wU-Ec/s400/DSC06822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There goes my very happy boyfriend on his Buggy for an hour. Hehs. Windy ride, nice scenary and a cute boy as my chauffeur, i've got no complains either! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915757708577410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7YxmWXioI/AAAAAAAAA_c/LVQ0J7qouhI/s400/DSC06825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915762677779442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7Yx43Hi_I/AAAAAAAAA_k/cXLH13Ije8o/s400/DSC06826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We saw this quaint li'l place along the beach. It's actually a seafood restaurant. We put that into our list of options for places to dine at night, then drove on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915767940500434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7YyMd2S9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/MEDq5tXPOJ8/s400/DSC06831.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We stopped at this small hut which overlooks the beach&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (or rather, palm trees)&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh~ such a nice view and break from civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906341784806562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7QNhTM5KI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Dvry5gqCi4Q/s400/DSC06833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy boyfriend showing you the scenary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906341882557346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7QNhqgc6I/AAAAAAAAA-k/HwfHzgOeOfY/s400/DSC06832(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy girlfriend enjoying her junkfood. Hah. I was equipped with junkfood to last the whole trip okay! Many of my pictures when i go out actually include me holding a pack of munchies... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906346525532850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7QNy9eorI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dbiD65e7JWs/s400/DSC06835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The over-drama girlfriend says, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;BABY! DON"T DROP DOWN OKAY! Then nobody will bring FatFat and I home already&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906353700521666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7QONsIRsI/AAAAAAAAA-8/HyzeEBVrbaA/s400/DSC06836(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A heartbeat later, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay lah, i sit with you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304906354084387458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7QOPHpmoI/AAAAAAAAA_E/bwq-761XKJ8/s400/DSC06840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to drive down to the beach that looks really inviting! Yes, i do know that the weather wasn't very sunny but at least it was nice and cool and not rainning righttt-t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304904467663040818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7OgbpwMTI/AAAAAAAAA98/oy0CwLzaCVA/s400/DSC06841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boyfriend with very messy windblown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304904471733203106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7Ogq0J8KI/AAAAAAAAA-E/v4XrZxzmfxM/s400/DSC06842(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girlfriend, totally windblown. I have no idea what i was doing. Love the seabreeze though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304904470695828994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7Ogm803gI/AAAAAAAAA-M/7Wku6z4ECco/s400/DSC06843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inscribed plus out feet, just like in Taiwan (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304904480472851714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7OhLX2ZQI/AAAAAAAAA-U/rgHctQs0vbg/s400/DSC06821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304904480259517842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7OhKk_LZI/AAAAAAAAA-c/8xPScZ3Fl18/s400/DSC06823(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, what i can only remember for the first day was strolling around and feeling blissful. Haha. Varrooomm-roooommmm... ...&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (the buggy actually goes puutttt-puttttt more i think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304901929900569874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7MMtwB9RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/kfbl6vN2vHE/s400/for+blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got to this li'l park that had crocodiles and funky animals in cages. At the bottom left of the picture, there's this huge bird that looks like a vulture lah. It's darn creepy! Especially when it flies around the cage with its wings wide open and making that loud noise. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Goosebumps*&lt;/span&gt; There were big fat snakes too, and way too many parrots. Didn't expect to see these here at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304901932613565650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7MM322_NI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZPAJLmU1zZw/s400/DSC06829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Both of us got tired driving the Buggy so FatFat took over! Phew. Isn't he adorable? :p He drove us back to our resort after the hour and we got changed to go swimming/tanning! Yippe! The weather finally cleared for the better so we grabbed the chance. Hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304901937717530114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7MNK3vTgI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Mc4Hbiyl_Fk/s400/DSC06862(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Routine in my bikini and dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304901938451145042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7MNNmpYVI/AAAAAAAAA9s/-qCDH1IJRNk/s400/DSC06864(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Routine + boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304901942228990162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7MNbrWuNI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZvI1pqnEj-U/s400/DSC06950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the breathtaking pool! (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This photo was taken on the following day actually when the weather was cool again)&lt;/span&gt; I simple ADORE the pool!!! The right side of the pool/picture leads to a li'l poolside bar! Meaning, you can swim over this little cove and sit on the stone bench with your wet butt. As your feet is still dangling in the water, you can order your mocktails, alcohol or fruits from the bartenders! You can just order the drinks and charge them to your room, no fuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were a number of visitors there at the pool but it was not over-crowded. Just nice with us and other foreigners. Caucasians and some HongKong-ers. There was this super cute little boy in the baby pool with 2 aunties. He &lt;em&gt;Totally &lt;/em&gt;looks like Victor when he was that age!!! Of course, we played with him and tried to converse with them a bit. Oh and subsequently thoughout the days, we saw him around the resort too. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After swimming and tanning abit, we got back to our room to soak in the tub further. Haha. Then, it was time for dinner and all plans of travelling further to dine went out the window. Yep, we were &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; lazy. We settled on dinner at the restaurant downstairs. They serve Buffet style everyday but with a different theme each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVEEE BUFFETS! This is when i can eat ze most! It was &lt;strong&gt;Western night&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899950587718690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7KZgPErCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DcW-xd_kwBc/s400/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899947488819554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7KZUsPOWI/AAAAAAAAA9E/aYWJ_EoTzc4/s400/DSC06867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899947409323186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7KZUZSNLI/AAAAAAAAA88/_tB8pMGYklc/s400/DSC06874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt manage to take many pictures of the food but they had a whole looong table filled with different delicacies. On the sides, they had a few counters with more food and chefs waiting for your order too! You tell them what you want, what sauce ectera and they cook it right in front of you. Oh ya, this was also the reason why we ate here. Baby came before and was won over with the meat from one of the counters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's not that good with Buffets though. He tend to take more rice and the serving of each dish was more than me so he got full easily in 2 rounds. &lt;em&gt;Guys, sheesh&lt;/em&gt; (: Me, i take abit of everything and i can go round again and again! Fwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favourite part of Buffet is also the ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899944770228514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7KZKkE0SI/AAAAAAAAA80/GlWtEy6GoKQ/s400/DSC00773(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dessert!!! I was amazed by their wide array of dessert! From creme brulée to cakes and ice-cream, they seemed to have everything. I was so excited &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(by the time, baby was too stuffed and sleepy already)&lt;/span&gt; and just &lt;em&gt;had to&lt;/em&gt; take a bit of each. Ya i know, GREEDY! So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304899944074833858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7KZH-R78I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LtGSXGSFJIc/s400/DSC06873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They had this sweet-icing-thing too... Don't know what is it called. Anyway, that was like my 3rd trip to the dessert area? Haha. After which, we finally vacant the place. I was stuffed to the brim too! I insisted that we have to take a walk around the resort at night because it would be &lt;em&gt;oh-so-romantic&lt;/em&gt; and also 'cause we needed to digest. After a short walk and some gum later, we went back to our hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We flung ourselves on the bed and watched some teevee. After which we crashed for the night in our comfy PJs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; That, was the end of Day 1. It took soooooooooooooo friggn' long for me to just extract and edit the pictures, upload them and finally blog about Day 1 okay! It is now 245am and i've got to wake up at 7am for Work. Zzzz. I'll blog about Bintan part 2 soon! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(I will!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now i really got to catch some zZzs. Night world! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*pulls the lamp switch* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7778249579206782752?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7778249579206782752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7778249579206782752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7778249579206782752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7778249579206782752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/02/bintan-part-1.html' title='BINTAN part 1'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZ7GUZYVdiI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Y-Im9s4PfmU/s72-c/DSC06838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8707536773915357436</id><published>2009-02-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:10:39.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2 Years and Happy V-Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there are so many occasions &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(/excuses for us to splurge and go crazy) &lt;/span&gt;these 2 months huh? I'm busy with work and play as well as burning a hole in my pocket :x I bet you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Valentine's Day also marks the 2nd Year Anniversary for baby and i :)))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 2 YEARS BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We finally managed to have our camping trip and everything else planned and done on that day. Teehee (: We didnt manage to take any proper picture together because we were too busy and had too many things on our hands &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(such as the tent, food, cake...)&lt;/span&gt;. However, i still have sooome pictures to update for the day laa. But im too lazy to upload them and do up a proper entry as usual. And i havent manage to get a picture of baby &lt;em&gt;wearing&lt;/em&gt; my present yet so i guess this entry will have to wait &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(along with Bintan and the Zoo trip with my family)&lt;/span&gt;... I hope i update soon too. Please check back ok (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, its 12am and i have not bathed. Pfft. I'd better go now. Oh ya, dearest &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nique&lt;/span&gt; have left for Melbourne on the morning after my camping. &lt;em&gt;NIQUE! I'm so terribly sorry i couldn't send you! Hope everything goes well for you over there! Please take care and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't be a bimbo anymore ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! Haha. Kidding! We will miss you so much nique, you are my best KBox partner! We'll visit you when possible okay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alrightly, before i go off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303427078947336994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZmO1FzX8yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZVBwMNKaBuI/s400/DSC06878(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course i need a picture of baby and i for our double celebration! We have not been taking any proper photos so i'm using the Bintan ones. Let's take more okay! With FatFat too! Loveee (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8707536773915357436?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8707536773915357436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8707536773915357436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8707536773915357436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8707536773915357436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-2-years-and-happy-v-day.html' title='Happy 2 Years and Happy V-Day!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SZmO1FzX8yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ZVBwMNKaBuI/s72-c/DSC06878(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4798452480991033143</id><published>2009-02-09T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:34:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT -A prick, that's what you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes i really can't stand you. You are SO annoying. So pretential.&lt;br /&gt;You don't practice what you preach (and you want to question others?). You do underhanded things, yet seem to look justified on the surface. From the start, i was plain naive. Then i started to ponder. But you made me question my thoughts time and again. Now, i think the gossips about you weren't too far offbase. &lt;s&gt;You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; evil.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really?&lt;/em&gt; Are all these really what i'm supposed to do? Then what are &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to do?! Regardless of whether it is my task or that i was doing you a FAVOR, can't you just . speak . &lt;strong&gt;nicely&lt;/strong&gt;?! I hate calling you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you just plain selfish? Are you the bully trying to look nice (also so that i wouldnt think otherwise and be a good cover for you)? I simply Can't figure you out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I guess you do bring out the worst in me &lt;/s&gt;I guess you are the prick in my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are really pushing my limits. I'm going to stop taking it soon and that will be it. Im going to let out or i could go. Im sure i can find somewhere better. I don't need the title, or the extra resposibilities, thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*End Rant Part 10020434356*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Blows out air*&lt;/span&gt; I actually forgot what a blog is about and it was just about time i remember. It feels much better to be able to let out my feelings here instead of just blogging about happenings with pictures. But i hate to have stained my Happy Blog with &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JelloBeanie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would like to help with the locked post thing? &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please refrain from responding to this entry if you know specifically what i'm talking about &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(esp in my tagboard)&lt;/span&gt;. If you have no idea whatsoever, quit guessing and harping. I'm having a terrible headache and feeling so &lt;em&gt;scukyfrustrated&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my loved ones around me. I dread the arrival of 12March. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Baby let's run somewhere far away for a day or two, we'll bring FatFat along. Okay? Okay. I'm off. &lt;em&gt;i wish&lt;/em&gt;. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4798452480991033143?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4798452480991033143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4798452480991033143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4798452480991033143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4798452480991033143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/02/rant-prick-thats-what-you-are.html' title='RANT -A prick, that&apos;s what you are.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-7546478905646695376</id><published>2009-01-26T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:31:24.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295616996524703058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SX3PmdhgPVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/nxsQS5N_ErQ/s200/DSC00994+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chinese New Year or Spring Festival is the most important of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;raditional Chinese holidays. It is often called the Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, especially by people in mainland China and Taiwan. The festival traditionally begins on the first day of the first lunar month (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;正月&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) in the Chinese calendar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and ends on the 15th; this day is called Lantern Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Chinese New Year's Eve is known as Chú xī. It literally means "Year-pass Eve"."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Wikipedia, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y'all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if i will blog so little right. I went to check out the definition of CNY and LunarNY 'cause im not sure of the difference. I think it's the same right? And my picture is really small because i don't like it at all, yet i cant find any proper picture to upload for the occasion :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok anyway, it's Chu1 Yi1 today. I'm feeling stuffed yet greedy every moment of the New Year. CNY is really eat, eat, eat and then eat. I just had my first case of tummyache and diarrhoea earlier. Think Carlsberg, Tea, Shui3 Jiao3, rice and goodies don't go too well together. Haha. Tml is &lt;em&gt;Family Day at the Zoo&lt;/em&gt;! Hopefully everything turns out fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess i don't have much to blog about or that im distracted by teevee again. Tsk. I'm finally done with my cleaning &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(okay 90% lah)&lt;/span&gt; so i can have a good rest today. Let's enjoy this holiday before we have to get back to the reality of working/studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to&lt;strong&gt; my family, boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, friends, colleagues and most of all,&lt;strong&gt; FatFat&lt;/strong&gt;! We shall chill, eat and grow ulcers together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (oh wait, i already have one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;! Loves (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7546478905646695376?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7546478905646695376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7546478905646695376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7546478905646695376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7546478905646695376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SX3PmdhgPVI/AAAAAAAAA6c/nxsQS5N_ErQ/s72-c/DSC00994+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-2919551921129385888</id><published>2009-01-20T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:20:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SXXpvY9wUjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/jUDlA8LhPvk/s1600-h/Breakout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293393937408479794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SXXpvY9wUjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/jUDlA8LhPvk/s320/Breakout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anybody got extra tickets / willing to sell me yours? :( Please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would like a night one priced at $78 (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;not the $38 to $58 ones) &lt;/span&gt;actually... or or... any other pair of tickets for that matter. Sistic's sold out. I was too slow. AHH. ANYBODY?  *pretty please?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-2919551921129385888?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/2919551921129385888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=2919551921129385888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2919551921129385888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2919551921129385888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakout.html' title='BREAKOUT'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SXXpvY9wUjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/jUDlA8LhPvk/s72-c/Breakout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-5506674653625904046</id><published>2009-01-18T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:51:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same 'ol Bandung.</title><content type='html'>I find it boring and meaningless whenever i visit blogs that talk about the same thing over and over again. Till the extent that the whole blog archive, blog name, wallpaper and tags are all on the same thing. Note: I'm only talking about the extreme ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i understand that maybe you're totally soulfully devoted to this subject and this is your whole&lt;em&gt; life&lt;/em&gt;. But still, don't you have any other aspects of your life to think about? Or any other activity that you do that is different from the centralised one? Maybe these people would think "&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hah, Shirley doesn't understand passion, doesn't understand what loving something is all about&lt;/span&gt;" yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about subjects like &lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt; for example because i understand that this is instinctual and something we &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; think about all the time. I tried to fit in an example so that i stop using general terms like "things" and "something" but i realized i couldn't. It seems too direct and finger-pointing to every subject i tried to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i know let's try&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Apple&lt;/span&gt; as the subject! If i'm an Apple Devotee/Lover/Practitioner, does it mean i have to eat, sleep, think, talk, Blog about Apples? No right?! Shouldn't I have other concerns such as my boyfriend &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(who is not an Apple Devotee like me)&lt;/span&gt;, my family's electricity bills or people who are less forunate, to name a few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i know it's a long thought process. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm trying hard not to blog about the same ol' thing all the time. You'll probably realize i blog most about my bf and about kids. I'm sorry if i bore you out! But because i have a career working as a physical play Trainer and most of the time i hang out with Mr Boyfriend. I do loads of other activities too and with other people but it's just that these are not as frequent &lt;s&gt;or maybe i'm lazier when it comes to uploading photos of events because there are just too many&lt;/s&gt; so i have lesser pictures to to include in my entries. See, i have my difficulties... Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to keep my blog entries varied and interesting so that i don't contradict what i just preached about. Lol. I would love to know about more interesting blogs to keep me entertained when i'm online (apart from what i read now, which is &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; and i don't know what else). Please share! &lt;s&gt;but i'm like asking the air because people who drop by doesnt seem to like to tag and it isnt much fun coming by to check my blog, see little/no response and feel as if i'm talking to myself.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, remember i mentioned about searching your blog name and stuff on Yahoo/Google? I found out that there's actually a Band called "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bandung&lt;/span&gt; Shirley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292292351651226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SXH_2qOwInI/AAAAAAAAA6I/fWjEdkYoG_Y/s320/bandung.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Logo taken from&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/angbandangshirley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/angbandangshirley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OMG. HAHAHA. In case you dont know, my surname is Ang. HAHAHAHA. I'm so sorry if you're from the band or a fan! I'm not laughing about your band, just the coincidental name....... Oh no, what if that's one of the member's full name? I don't think so lah hor... ... right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know which country this Band is from cause i don't understand their language but i know 1 thing for sure, &lt;em&gt;Shirley Ang&lt;strong&gt; doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; look like That. &lt;/em&gt;Gosh. At least it looks cute and is related to candy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fwahahaha. This is ridiculous. My thoughts are drifting away cause i'm watching TV. BYE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~it's 23 months! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-5506674653625904046?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/5506674653625904046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=5506674653625904046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5506674653625904046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5506674653625904046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/same-ol-bandung.html' title='Same &apos;ol Bandung.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SXH_2qOwInI/AAAAAAAAA6I/fWjEdkYoG_Y/s72-c/bandung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-6561482947019077148</id><published>2009-01-13T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:01:28.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk about the weather!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm feeling free so i decided to blog. Without any topic in mind. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo cold these few days!&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (i know, talking about the weather is such an unique topic!)&lt;/span&gt; The cool breeze is blowing in my face as i type, as if at the beach. I guess the best part about this weather is... sleeping in &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(plus always being in a dreamy mood)&lt;/span&gt;! AHH. What a ridiculous thing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please load and watch the video on the left of my blog instead. It's called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I Had Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" by Jack Johnson. Not a new song definitely, just that it's been 1 of my favourites for awhile now. The first few lines of the song kept going round in my mind so i decided to put it up even though there is no mtv for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, something from out of nowhere. I realized that my viewers jumped up from a mere 10+, 20 to 30 to 40+ a day. In a week, it's from around 120 to nearly 200 (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay it's a rough count cause im lazy to calculate the difference so it doesnt seem to tally. haha)&lt;/span&gt;. Then my viewers came from around the world as compared to just 2-3 countries before. Wonder how &lt;strong&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/strong&gt; figure out the numbers and referrals &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(meaning which country/site/blog the views come from)&lt;/span&gt;, Techonology is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; amazing. Anyway, all this big talk is for me to mention this totally random link off the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there's this site by a hairdresser about haircuts which linked my entry about my perm. Here's the entry with less than 5 sentences: &lt;a href="http://haircuttingfun.livejournal.com/144423.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;http://haircuttingfun.livejournal.com/144423.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You link me, i link you! -.- ... Wow, i used a perm machine! Haha. And im called a woman! Sorry if im being silly, but i just find it funny that i got linked from there. Really surprised to see it. One day you should just try searching your blog, your name and other things related to you in yahoo/google. It's amazing, the things you find. Okay, i'm running out of adjectives &amp;amp; adverbs for the day! Hope i didnt bore you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys! Have a good night' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"~If I had eyes in the back of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I would have told you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You looked good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As I walked away...~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6561482947019077148?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6561482947019077148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6561482947019077148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6561482947019077148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6561482947019077148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-about-weather.html' title='let&apos;s talk about the weather!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-1659833855762340420</id><published>2009-01-11T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:10:30.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>review for lombok.co.uk</title><content type='html'>Just moved? Bored of how everything looks same old, same old? Thinking of giving your place a new look yet still feel comfortable and natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just the solution for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289933938823869394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWme49zhM9I/AAAAAAAAA5w/rY14Db1TaPI/s400/Lombok.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lombok.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lombok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is an Eastern inspired furniture brand that keeps the environment in mind while they source for natural and recycled materials to create pieces that are stylish, comfortable and with that reassuring lived-in feel. Beautiful and environmental friendly, now that's a good combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have several shops in London and are expanding confidently nationwide. As such, when you enter their site at &lt;a href="http://www.lombok.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.lombok.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;, their prices are in pounds. For locals, here's the exchange rate for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1SGD = 0.4439GBP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at what they have! From their site, you can browse comfortably from furniture to lighting and accessories as they categorized neatly into 4 main parts of our daily lives, mainly, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6pdXGj-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KDZ2YG8A7ek/s1600-h/My+Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331140044689378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6pdXGj-I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KDZ2YG8A7ek/s320/My+Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;. When i first glanced at the site, i was hooked on for hours going through all the gorgeous setting they have done up with their furniture. It's like how you love shopping at Ikea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under &lt;strong&gt;Eat&lt;/strong&gt;, they have a wide variety of dining tables, chairs, console tables, tableware... Under &lt;strong&gt;Live&lt;/strong&gt;, they have cupboards, dressers, benches, daybeds, upholstered seating... Under &lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;, they have desks, office chairs, book cases, desk accessories ectera. I have left out Sleep, because it's my favourite section! Under &lt;strong&gt;Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;, they have lovely beds, bedlinen, throws and quilts, screens, bedside tables, chest of drawers, wardrobes and many more!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the bedroom has to be the most nicely done up place in the house because it's where you go to for relaxation and snooze whenever you need. It should be luxurious and so comfortable that when you wake up, you feel "&lt;em&gt;ahh... life is good&lt;/em&gt;", smile, and snuggle abit more before you start your day. Tee-hee. I love my bedroom, i decorated it myself and it's a nice soothing blue with a queen-sized bed, quilt, curtain and soothing posters of the beach. However, i guess i wouldn't mind if you could change it into Lombok-style like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289947012901608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWmqx-ijm7I/AAAAAAAAA54/xi8XA9d-Ehs/s320/BEDCANTON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It feels so Bintan-ish! I wouldn't have to take a ferry to get the island feel anymore because it can be achieved right at home with Lombok! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(I wish. Or maybe somebody would like to sponsor the change for my house? (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i'll furnish my new place with romantic lighting with the use of &lt;a href="http://www.lombok.co.uk/Lamps-CLAMPS/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lamps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! You get to choose your lampbase to match with your lampshade too! Here are 2 of my favourite lamps, Hana style floor lamp and another with an Oval ceramic lamp base.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5fuxIwZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/RV3oBSKxAdo/s1600-h/LAMPHANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329873406968210" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5fuxIwZI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/RV3oBSKxAdo/s320/LAMPHANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6pDdeRYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/AGoJ8qnV_3A/s1600-h/LAMPOVALCRACKLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331133092087170" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6pDdeRYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/AGoJ8qnV_3A/s320/LAMPOVALCRACKLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some &lt;a href="http://www.lombok.co.uk/Windlights-CWINDLIGHTS/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;windlights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are needed to supply the romantic atmosphere too, of course. Tadah, 2 of my favourite windlights, Clear beaded and bamboo windlight and Glass windlight with natural stone coloured base! Even the names sound nice. Hehs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6o-vQL9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/q2gkq8m68wM/s1600-h/WLBEADBAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331131824484306" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6o-vQL9I/AAAAAAAAA5A/q2gkq8m68wM/s320/WLBEADBAM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6pHHWupI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3rbinRsm3HM/s1600-h/WLCERAMRND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289331134073059986" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd6pHHWupI/AAAAAAAAA5I/3rbinRsm3HM/s320/WLCERAMRND.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lombok.co.uk/Tealight-Holders-CTEALIGHTS/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tealight holders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; add that extra bit of sparkle on the table as well! Here's Stainless steel Hammered tealight holder and Beaded silver votive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5gHvpYoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/47c1VZocoeQ/s1600-h/CAHAMMERTLIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329880111604354" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5gHvpYoI/AAAAAAAAA4g/47c1VZocoeQ/s320/CAHAMMERTLIGHT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5gS_G3mI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tOvqATy-Vt8/s1600-h/CAVOTIVESLVR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329883129241186" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5gS_G3mI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tOvqATy-Vt8/s320/CAVOTIVESLVR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lombok also provides pretty accessories such as these handmade Floral coasters! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5geyT2aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/G26bkJNsHsM/s1600-h/COASTFLORAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329886296791458" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5geyT2aI/AAAAAAAAA4w/G26bkJNsHsM/s320/COASTFLORAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Imagine when visitors come by... ..."&lt;em&gt;oh hey your strawberry mocktail is really nice... what's this underneath? Wow! Even your coasters are pretty, can i have one? Please?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ANYWAY, this is a very good time to check out Lombok because...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329890887940290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWd5gv47OMI/AAAAAAAAA44/LJog_auS-xE/s320/Lombok_sale.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;they are having a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;! I know we all love Sales! Even small accessories like the coasters have become cheaper by £4.65, that's over S$10 cheaper! The Clear beaded and bamboo windlight is now £14.00&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (S$31.50)&lt;/span&gt; only, after a discount of £15.35 &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(S$34.57) &lt;/span&gt;So, can you imagine the amount of money you can save from the bigger pieces like beds and tables? Please do the Math yourself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Moreover, many of their items are painstakingly handmade! I'm sure you will be amazed when you see the description of how the items are made from the site. Okay, let me just show you 2 descriptions. The last 2 pieces i mentioned were the lamp and the coasters so here goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The lamp:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"made from clear glass beads which have been carefully hand woven through a bamboo frame. The bamboo has been stained white. Each windlight has a glass tube to act as a windshield, allowing the windlights to be used outside and also protecting the beads from the heat"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and the coasters,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the paper starts as a silver layer and black paint is layered over the top. The design is then etched out by hand using acid which removes the black allowing the silver to shine through. The design is made on flat sheets and then the very fine layer of metal paper is wrapped around a wooden box lid and coasters and held in place by tiny tacks".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Phew, i feel tired simply from reading the process. With all this intensive work needed to produce exquisite Lombok pieces, the money is definitely worth it! Go check out &lt;a href="http://www.lombok.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lombok.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;yourself now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-This is a review for lombok.co.uk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1659833855762340420?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1659833855762340420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1659833855762340420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/review-for-lombokcouk.html' title='review for lombok.co.uk'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWme49zhM9I/AAAAAAAAA5w/rY14Db1TaPI/s72-c/Lombok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-773648607750207878</id><published>2009-01-07T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:39:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4HCrlV2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/9t7jByFg7lQ/s1600-h/gumballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288202449837184866" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4HCrlV2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/9t7jByFg7lQ/s320/gumballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;"Blow bubbles with these bright and yummy gumballs that are just perfect for your machine! In bold festive colors, these tasty candies will brighten any occasion! Assorted fruit flavors."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound nice to you too? No this is not an advertisement. Lol. I finally tasted the gumballs that i bought online, shipped all the way from US &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i think?)&lt;/span&gt;. I waited real long for this batch of spree items but they turn out to be... quite a disappointment :( Online shopping doesnt always provide us the quality products we thought we're getting, but somehow we still always give in to the initial excitement when we shop. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i could finally taste, chew and blow BIG bubbles like what i read in Archie Comics or on English shows. From young, i always imagine going down the street, popping a quarter into the tiny candy machine and turning knobs to get BIG colorful gumballs! They would taste really fruity and sweet, not artificial at all like the normal gum we have&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (actually we dn have, i meant when we go M'sia, Thailland or the islands)&lt;/span&gt;! I would then proceed to blow a big bubble and almost fly off the ground... ... except that im holding on tight to the lamp post! Or or or... maybe im just reading too much of Archie Comics. Anyway, if you're around my age, you might remember those lil candy machines in arcades. However, what we have here in Singapore, those are sweets and they seem as if they were there for over a year &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(they probably are)&lt;/span&gt; and melts halfway down the tube. Yech. So i thought i would order them! and i thought i could put them here too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN2GCvFfTI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ggc5TfDjOMQ/s1600-h/gumball+machines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288200233648749874" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN2GCvFfTI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ggc5TfDjOMQ/s320/gumball+machines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All right not exactly here, but i didnt bother taking a picture of the gumball machine i &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(my brother) &lt;/span&gt;have. Actually&lt;strong&gt; im lying&lt;/strong&gt;! Remember i thought they were BIG? How could i have planned to put them in my gumball machine? I seriously thought it's called Machine-size Gumballs because they are the size that those lucky American kids can get from the machines down their streets :/ So when they came and it was miniature, the size for those miniature machines. The fruity flavours consist of pineapple, banana, blueberry, orange, cherry too.. Can i choose to have more of the normal flavors like grape n strawberry next time? They were kind of hard to chew on and nt satisfying if you have a gum-urge because you probably need 3 to blow up a regular-sized bubble. Am i thinking too much, or do other countries really have nice gum like what i imagined before? Hmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288202444914610722" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4GwV80iI/AAAAAAAAA4E/HaxXsxCHSaM/s320/tootsie+roll+pops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I ordered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tootsie Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too! Tootsie rolls are supposedly very popular so i thought these would be nice but... the candy and the chocolate inside doesnt blend well. They have cherry too! Loads! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i hate cherry.)&lt;/span&gt; I just finished one as i blog and while i ate, all i wanted was to munch off the candy shell to get to the chocolate inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN2Fz4rCpI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ki6CAG87zc8/s1600-h/chuppachup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288200229662427794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN2Fz4rCpI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ki6CAG87zc8/s320/chuppachup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChuppaChups&lt;/strong&gt;! This, i didnt get off the net la. My K2 girl gave it to me today (: It's 3 in 1 -strawberry, mango and banana. It looks cute and im happy that she brought along 1 for me and the remaining 3 are for her classmates. Teehee. I doubt that it would taste good though. Talking about school/work... Our new older kinds &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(nursery)&lt;/span&gt; are most or less settled in school but the new pre-N and juniors are still giving me a headache. WAHHhhHhh "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i want mummy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Yep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the good side, there's this boy Zhi Xun in my Nursery Class. I posted his picture up during our field trip to Sentosa? When it was time to go home, he said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You Aunty Shirley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(YES trainers are somehow called AUNTY and UNCLE when we are the YOUNGEST in every centre compared to the teachers n princpals. -.-) &lt;/span&gt;It was so nice of him to say tt suddenly &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(probably to thank me for taking him for physical play and music)&lt;/span&gt; but i was busy hugging another child goodbye so i have not responded. Then he said again, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank You Aunty Shirley For Everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" It was such a WOW moment for me. I looked at him and blinked. Then i said "Thank You to you too, Zhi Xun!" and gave him a big hug. So sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet! :))))) *smiles till jaw hurt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, back to online shopping! I received my &lt;strong&gt;eye masks&lt;/strong&gt; as well as my &lt;strong&gt;E.L.F makeup&lt;/strong&gt; too! Im so pleased with the masks seller and it's my 2nd time ordering from her though im nt done with my 1st batch. Haha. It's this Gel Eye Mask from Taiwan.. Sorry im lazy to get the picture (: They actually dont seem very useful but it just feels good to put them on, smells nice and its soft so i ordered 2nd batch without thinking. The seller is prompt and packs the items neatly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TOTALLY different from the E.L.F spree-er. Her nick in LJ is misspeiqispree &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(im not linking her cause it doesnt seem right)&lt;/span&gt;. The spree took ard 2months can?! She takes forever to reply email and doesnt update on the spree at all. It finally came after i checked at the PO and gave up hope on it. Look at the conditions of the 2 packages that arrived together:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288200239989849570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN2GaW6_eI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iTBPiwaQp_Y/s320/DSC00825-scrawled.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288202444613410178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4GvOI3YI/AAAAAAAAA38/wy5pW4tkOzk/s320/DSC00822-scrawled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Obviously the all crumpled one is the E.L.F makeup. Tsk. Friends, please check the rating of the sellers/spree-ers before buying from them ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4GZVVZ4I/AAAAAAAAA30/cbNb5ZCbaSU/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288202438738012034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4GZVVZ4I/AAAAAAAAA30/cbNb5ZCbaSU/s320/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The E.L.F items are... so-so. Oh well, what could you expect from &lt;strong&gt;1USD&lt;/strong&gt;? Haha. The clear mascara was useless, lipgloss tasted bad and i couldnt for the life of me open the bronzer lid. the brush was nice and the all over colour stick was good for my cheeks thou. It was worth it to try the brand i guess. Sasa's selling them at 2 for $9.95?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. I seem like i have a lot to complain about! But actually im feeling quite good today that's why im blogging, a long entry at that! I haven even bathed though it's after 12am! C'mon, big hug! I hope you like reading about my rants on my online shopping items :/ It's boring isnt it, all text and no picture or all pictures without faces in 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288200254759932322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN2HRYYkaI/AAAAAAAAA3k/tS3IOqDSlCM/s320/DSC06838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So here you go! A totally un-photoshopped picture from &lt;strong&gt;Bintan&lt;/strong&gt;! Hopefully my next post would be on my Bintan trip! Im gonna bathe now and try to sleep away a new headache that's coming up again. Bye! I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; my family, my bf, FatFat and my FRIENDS too! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-773648607750207878?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/773648607750207878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=773648607750207878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/773648607750207878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/773648607750207878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/online-shopping.html' title='Online Shopping.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWN4HCrlV2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/9t7jByFg7lQ/s72-c/gumballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-3097949303731209239</id><published>2009-01-05T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:43:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Resolutions... not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy New Year! Happy 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, im &lt;strong&gt;4days late again&lt;/strong&gt;! Next time just check my blog for updates 4 days after any event okay? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is the start of a New Year, let me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to set some New Year Resolutions. I didnt get to do them last year cause i was in Taiwan remember?! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(but weirdly, the start of this new year didnt feel any different from last year when i didnt celebrate it here either. It's like, oh 2009, okay then.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1) Spend more time with family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;not be lazy to accompany or selfish, only wanting to have fun :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2) Treasure time with Mr Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not complain or bring up negative stuff as much as possible :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3) Save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, save, save!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT spend lavishly online, on shopping, on fancy food, on wants whenever i feel like it :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above are things i've always tried to remind myself to do actually. Hah. Also, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4) Sleep early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, meaning around 12 when there's work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;not 3am everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5) Eat less junkfood to lessen ulcers and sorethroat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not cave and eat when i feel like it... ok maybe ignore this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6) Exercise. taking PhysicalPlay &amp;amp; PhysicalEd at work is not counted&lt;br /&gt;7) Oh yes, cook for my family and do more housework!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This sld be all the&lt;/span&gt; way up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bring my parents somewhere for a holiday when it's possible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(together w my brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9) Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; early for work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As for going out w bf, i will try harder. As for friends, it will depend on which group because i know some of you will 99.999% be late so there's no point (you know who! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10) Seriously, stop being so lazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my resolutions are not really resolutions. Told ya i will just &lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;. They are such simple things and most really just boil down to being lazy. When we're not lazy, i guess we can accomplish many more things. I know im being very general here and my entry is really boring. Honestly, im blogging for the sake of blogging and am half watching tv thats why. so distracted :/ Maybe i sldnt post this up.. Okay, back to my general-ness. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for long-term are probably in my mind and those are the bad habits i would like to change. I'll try, and hope that my 2010 resolutions are not the same. I wanted to continue these aimless thoughts but i told myself to stop. Lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sld really abide by my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Resolution No.2&lt;/span&gt; because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491736449808226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWDxuE_nd2I/AAAAAAAAA28/C3bu9SQgwDU/s320/Bluetooth+Exchange+Folder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby's going to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt;. :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what you are thinking from the picture, no, he is not in yet. The dreaded day is 12March2009. Sigh. After 1 full year of "stolen" freedom he had that we enjoyed together, his letter finally came. Im not sure how we're both going to cope after almost 2 years of being together almost everyday. The longest that we had not seen each other is probably 1 wk? and that happened less than i can count on 1 hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid.. fearful, of the changes that might/would happened. I know things change between couples during this period &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(for others tt i've seen la) &lt;/span&gt;and i really hope that it wouldnt. If there has to be a change, make it a good one.&lt;/span&gt; I will then call baby my Man instead of my Boy! Alright, let me not think about that for now first. At least we'll get to spend our &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2nd year anniversary&lt;/span&gt; together. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway if you still didnt get why the picture is there, it's cause i thought the black-framed specs that baby currently likes look like the army kind. and he cut his hair botak again so he looks like he just came out from Tekong too. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(He wanted to cut Mullet but he didnt like what the hairdresser did so he decided to go to another to snip it all off. )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall not think about my botak and NS in the same sentence anymore. Night! and school/work officially reopens tml! Hello wailing children! and Bye blog, i just broke my Resolution no.4!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3097949303731209239?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3097949303731209239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3097949303731209239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3097949303731209239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3097949303731209239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-resolutions-not.html' title='2009 Resolutions... not?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SWDxuE_nd2I/AAAAAAAAA28/C3bu9SQgwDU/s72-c/Bluetooth+Exchange+Folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8576171925256683966</id><published>2008-12-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:30:20.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th day of Christmas (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLv24xGDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-o5hKqj0Oqs/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846342046292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLv24xGDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-o5hKqj0Oqs/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merrrrry Chrrristmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's not pass Xmas yet okay, there're 12 days of it so im well into the the fourth day only. Haha. And anyway, when have i ever posted on the actual day of things? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is actually made by some random photos on different occasions that i feel seem Christmasy. Hehs. On Christmas Eve, baby and i simple rested till late and went out to get a feel-good dvd to watch at home. We watched "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What Happens In Vegas&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or sth like tt)&lt;/span&gt; by Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher at his place. We ate junkfood and did brainless stuff then he cabbed me home (: Oh, not to mention, my girls called and &lt;s&gt;shouted&lt;/s&gt; sang Christmas carols through my handphone. Lol. Christmas Day was spent sweetly and ended off with the boyfriend cycling me home. Hows that for a relaxing and stress-free holiday after all the tiring activities? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;em&gt; eve of Christmas Eve&lt;/em&gt; was the 2nd day of our Staff training, which ended at &lt;strong&gt;Merchant Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; for our company buffet dinner. Buffet again! I love buffets, i guess that's the time you realize i can eat A LOT. True, i cant eat much of a dish/meal BUT i can eat a lot of small portions of different food! Abit of everything = alot = a bloated but satisfied girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLiAbil8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/M5fWJ3K7DMk/s1600-h/collage9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846104089892802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLiAbil8I/AAAAAAAAA2E/M5fWJ3K7DMk/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Present i wrapped with 2 Tootsie roll pops on top for last minute gift exchange, Crazy people i work with every Friday at the Japanese Association &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(JA for short)&lt;/span&gt;. Go trainers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLiahXCxI/AAAAAAAAA2M/yUIuRw83gG4/s1600-h/collage6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846111093623570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLiahXCxI/AAAAAAAAA2M/yUIuRw83gG4/s320/collage6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When Iza said Cheeky face, i thought she meant CHICKy &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(you know, like a chick)&lt;/span&gt; so i had that look on. Why would somebody suggest a chicky face out of nowher, you ask? i have no idea but it was the first thought in my mind la soo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846115577866370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLirOfKII/AAAAAAAAA2U/Ij4Grmt85PA/s320/merchant-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tee-hee. i couldnt resist a solo vain shot taken by Nurul cause the pictures seemed very nice on her camera! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLi3aWRUI/AAAAAAAAA2c/btPn8ysQTnI/s1600-h/DSC00559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846118848841026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLi3aWRUI/AAAAAAAAA2c/btPn8ysQTnI/s320/DSC00559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, the few of us who didnt feel like heading home yet decided to take a walk around Clarke Quay since it's such a lovely night (: We watched the Reverse Bungee and Swing thing go up thou i've watched it countless times. The guys working said that if we go up, he'll give us a 50% discount :/ but we didnt of course. Imagine where all the Buffet will go? eewl. But i would definitely want to try it in future with Victor! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now randomly on to the next event sometime not too long ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846121540223362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLjBcBgYI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ZrxKKgsqGCM/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met some of the nra peeps for dinner at Fish&amp;amp;Co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKzK_ExOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Na2KLKGVDa8/s1600-h/10122008606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845299469436130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKzK_ExOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Na2KLKGVDa8/s320/10122008606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKy1quWGI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AiSGByTpyzY/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845293746935906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKy1quWGI/AAAAAAAAA1c/AiSGByTpyzY/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845304501935010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKzdu6m6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/NMczXogXX7M/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKz1PqI8I/AAAAAAAAA10/OjUy8fv5Je4/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845310813283266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKz1PqI8I/AAAAAAAAA10/OjUy8fv5Je4/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went to delete some of my photos in my handphone without realizing i havent transferred them in. Oh well. The food was set aside from different set dinners for Yatie. Haha. We shared the biggest seafood platter plus fish&amp;amp;chips etc. We also had frozen strawberry margaritas which tasted horrible and dessert which was nice. I even requested the duo to sing "&lt;em&gt;Wherever you'll go&lt;/em&gt;" by The Calling. Love the song! They were quite good actually, to sing the half rock kind of music. But the girls didnt like those. To each his/her own i guess! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and i watched the sneak preview of &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;. HmmMMmm. It was okay only. The book was way better and i thought the book was slightly higher than mediocre too so... you do the math! I still want to get the remaining 3 series though, just to see if it gets better and worth raving about. &lt;s&gt;I think im liking Twilight only cause the boyfriend bought it for me.Maybe. &lt;/s&gt;hehs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845313320669602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeKz-ld0aI/AAAAAAAAA18/uCNAVCJDE1Q/s320/fish%26co.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, back to Christmas! What's Christmas without a picture of Baby and I? He came to find me after our dinner to cab home together (: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love my family, &amp;amp; baby and FatFat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i thought of this Christmas Song that i loved, from the time i watched &lt;strong&gt;The Grinch&lt;/strong&gt; in hmm.. primary 6? and the little girl sang it. She's sooo adorable. and OMG?! i just realized she is Jenny Humprey in Gossip Girl la!!! It's like realizing Drew Berrymore was the lil girl from E.T. Wow. Watch it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a friggin' long time copying the code by hand and it still doesnt work (cause for some reason the copypaste doesnt work properly on youtube; have you encoutnered this b4?), i gave up. Here's the link instead &amp;amp;*%^^T^(&amp;amp;% &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iZi9f5CEq8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iZi9f5CEq8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;plus the link to the video of the lil girl singing it in the movie. Little Jenny Humprey! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQqZU14kgOg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQqZU14kgOg&lt;/a&gt; This is a lil sad thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where are you Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why can't I find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why have you gone away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where is the laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You used to bring me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why can't I hear music play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My world is changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm rearranging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does that mean Christmas changes too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where are you Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The one you used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not the same one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;See what the time's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Is that why you have let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everywhere, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you care, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If there is love in your heart and your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You will feel like Christmas all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel you Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; know I've found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou never fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The joy of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stays here inside us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fills each and every heart with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where are you Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fill your heart with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i made a wish upon the tree this christmas, Santa plesae make it come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8576171925256683966?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8576171925256683966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8576171925256683966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8576171925256683966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8576171925256683966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/12/4th-day-of-christmas.html' title='The 4th day of Christmas (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SVeLv24xGDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-o5hKqj0Oqs/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7684157236883616972</id><published>2008-12-15T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:56:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight the movie + 22months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SUVJPXxF58I/AAAAAAAAA1E/IfvLV56DQjA/s1600-h/twilight+the+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279706666588563394" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SUVJPXxF58I/AAAAAAAAA1E/IfvLV56DQjA/s320/twilight+the+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 more days to &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;opening in Singapore! tsk, other countries have already aired it for million times but we dont have it here yet :( Oh well, as long as it gets here huh? True to my book cover, Twilight is now a movie! I cant wait to see the words i read come into screen. And actually, the Edward Cullen i pictured in my mind looks nothing like Robert Pattinson in the movie; i kind of pictured him and Bella as younger teens, you know like a young boy and a young girl together &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(some of this image might have been influenced by another novel i read before called "I'm The King Of The Castle" because the protagonist was called Edmund Hooper and his character has pale skin, is different from others as well and he was young :x)&lt;/span&gt;... So maybe my wrong point of view was the reason i didnt feel as much for the book as others did? :/ Anyw, all the hype about Twilight has made me erm, hyped up about it as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i seriously hate it when everyone goes gahgah over the same thing. It's like the whole world now is crazy over the book and gushing that &lt;em&gt;you have to read it&lt;/em&gt; etc etc. I hate it even more when such people are secondary or just slightly older ones. pfft. Just last week, i heard a secondaryschoolygirly say &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(loudly)&lt;/span&gt; to her friend in the&lt;strong&gt; library&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eh help me find TWILIGHT leh! i want to read...&lt;/span&gt;" and some other nonsensical things. Then both of them proceeded on talking and glancing &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(just a little)&lt;/span&gt; and books and finally left, with no book at all? I'm sure she must be &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; interested in the novel, dont 'cha think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish Twilight hasnt become so talked about, i would then love it more. Haha. Just some silly thoughts of mine le. It's like how i like a new song when i first hear it, put it on my blog or sth, then few wks later.. Bam. You hear it over and over on radio, see it on every chart and worst, you hear some young sec sch hooligans blasting it on the bus. Hmm.. maybe im just annoyed by immature people. HAH. Anyway, now i want to get my hands on the whole series of Twilight and move on from this saga about the 1st part of the series. Just considering which size i should get? my first book from baby is the medium one (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the trailer! Take a peek, it looks really intriguing to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;amp;hl=" width="300" height="245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Hopefully i get to watch the movie soon. It's 230am now, i better go sleep if i want to get up on time for work tml. sigh. Last but rather importantly, the end of today marks the 22nd month for Mr Boyfriend and I. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(only after editing the photo did i realize this wasnt the photo i wanted to use. dang.)&lt;/span&gt; Here's our bigS photo!&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;/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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279720099869714626" style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SUVVdSo5aMI/AAAAAAAAA1U/RIzAwYc8NDA/s400/happy22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy anniversary baby.&lt;/span&gt; I love you for always being here for me. You're my wonderwall. "&lt;em&gt;give me more loving that 've ever had&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;barely getting mad&lt;/em&gt;", &lt;em&gt;im so glad i found you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; love being around you (: It's almost&lt;/span&gt; a year after our Taiwan trip and you're right, the chua4 bing1 here just&lt;strong&gt; cannot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;compare. Hehs. Going to talk to you before i sleep. Night world, night baby and FatFat&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; (happy 1 yr + 1 mth to you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7684157236883616972?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7684157236883616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7684157236883616972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7684157236883616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7684157236883616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-22months.html' title='Twilight the movie + 22months'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SUVJPXxF58I/AAAAAAAAA1E/IfvLV56DQjA/s72-c/twilight+the+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-6769172184667300787</id><published>2008-12-08T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:24:35.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job satisfaction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277087672612042402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STv7R26iNqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pmHpYzO__Wk/s320/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i quote directly from a message, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you are too kind It's nice to see fun teachers like you else school is boring. Hope there are more teachers like u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. I guess that's one of the best job satisfaction you can only get with working with children &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(apart from seeing the child grow and improve, and coming to school happily all because you're there)&lt;/span&gt;. The sms comment touched my heart and made me stop in my footsteps on the way home. At that moment, i felt so proud of myself x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you must probably be wondering what these have to do with e picture above. The bouquet of flowers was given to me from 2 kids and their parents. A week ago, we had our Adventure camp and i had to fetch these 2 sisters from their house to the campsite and back for 3 days &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(by cab of course!)&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of the 3rd day, they received goodie bags and a certificate but the elder sister's bag did not have the goodies. So, i told the parent i would drop it off at the Tumbletots in cck &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(they're not from my centre, but the cck one)&lt;/span&gt; since i stay nearby. I wasnt able to do it cause by the time im off from work, the centre here would be closed. Then i thought, wth, i might as well bring it over to their house since i know where they stay. The mummy invited me up to their house because both the girls wanted to see me and tadah! they surprised me with the flowers. The sms was received after i left their house &amp;amp; messaged to thank her for the flowers as well as for having me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's things like this that make a teacher feel&lt;em&gt; appreciated&lt;/em&gt;, and parents like this that we love to see. &lt;strong&gt;How often do we let somebody know that we appreciate them or their efforts? How often do we look at the good points in a person as compared to pinpointing his/her flaws?&lt;/strong&gt; At times, i really do feel lousy as a trainer/teacher when i know about things like for example, parents doubting our abilities or parents complaining. Not to mention the famous misconception that preschool educators wipe children's backsides and teach "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;" only. Hey! wiping children's backsides is sth to be respected of okay? &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(at least in my opinion)&lt;/span&gt; Nonetheless, the children still make it all worthwhile laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm glad i got a job in this line instead of switching to a complete different industry. Im still with children, im still doing lesson plans and much more :/, but im a Trainer. I would love children to see me as whom they go to for fun, fun and fun! Alright, let me bring myself back before i go too far into this topic. Last Saturday&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (yesterday)&lt;/span&gt; was a fulfiling day for me. I dont know how to fully express my feelings regarding the comment made by the parent; it's a feeling that makes me look up at the sky and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277087685701002610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STv7SnrL5XI/AAAAAAAAA0U/S4GyBfvtjKU/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's more of my flowers (: In their original wrapping, then in a lil container i made in primary school. It has butterflies and hearts on it okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277087688714337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STv7Sy5nvRI/AAAAAAAAA0c/6PhNWMzBoNY/s320/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and here are the 2 sisters, Chiron and Chiral. Pardon the lousy picture taking because they were done in the cab when its moving. There's also little Joel &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(fetched by the other trainer)&lt;/span&gt; in the background. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="style=" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STwIrp6zpFI/AAAAAAAAA00/YXnCDMUdfbg/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="style=" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STwIsD25J0I/AAAAAAAAA08/Hatt-1ABGvY/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and us together! Think the picture quality is really quite bad but im too busy+lazy to photoshop nowadays. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="style=" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STwIraDFcQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/uy9j5Bwn8S0/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hope it's fine that im posting their pictures up here. I didnt send them to their parents because it's not a proper picture :/ Anyway, i meant for this entry to be a really short 2 sentence one but somehow i went on as usual (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STv7To6vAmI/AAAAAAAAA0k/oSNsA437Aok/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277087703214522978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STv7To6vAmI/AAAAAAAAA0k/oSNsA437Aok/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will be part of chiron and chiral's childhood memory...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Im sure they will stay in my memory too. Good night world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-everybody's home for the night. love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6769172184667300787?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6769172184667300787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6769172184667300787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6769172184667300787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6769172184667300787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/12/job-satisfaction.html' title='job satisfaction?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/STv7R26iNqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/pmHpYzO__Wk/s72-c/DSC00831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7756539073882487286</id><published>2008-11-26T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:44:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with all the love (:</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this time i have really been missing. I'm sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot have changed since my last post and i'm still trying to adapt to it. It's hard but I know we can pull through together. We'll pray and hope and take 1 step at a time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It feels wrong to go out and enjoy, be a spendthrift and blog about meaningless happy things now. or maybe I'm just not in the right mood these days. It all feels like a bad dream that i hope will go away. Far, far away. I dont feel that blissful now too. I know i shouldnt, but i feel envy of so many others.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i still hope to keep this blog interesting but i don't know how &lt;s&gt;or if im still going to be able to do it from&lt;/s&gt;. Perhaps i'll blog more with pictures first, starting with the Bintan trip ones? We'll see how it goes.. I'll be back okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-thanks baby, for being here along with me. as usual, you can make me feel all better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7756539073882487286?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7756539073882487286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7756539073882487286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7756539073882487286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7756539073882487286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-all-love.html' title='with all the love (:'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-4216149681225303599</id><published>2008-11-12T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:37:48.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Bintan tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm going to BinTan tomorrwow!&lt;/span&gt; No actually, in a few hours. HAHA. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i actually wanted to blog earlier so that it will continue into "No actually, it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow." Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay jokes aside. If you know why the above phrase is supposed to be funny, good for you. If not, no point knowing. It's just sth stupid that's stuck in my mind whenever i hear the words "&lt;em&gt;going to&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;" in the same sentence. Hehs. It's 430am now and i'm JUST DONE packing my bag! I swear i take forever to pack bags for stayovers. Yepyep, im finally going to check out Bintan for myself after turning 20 :/ Going with 3 other people, namely, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;FatFat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tweety&lt;/strong&gt;. HAH. Shall show you guys Tweety after my trip, you should know who FatFat is by now &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(please scroll down)&lt;/span&gt;. His 1 year birthday's coming in 3 days! How can we not bring him along? Anyhoo, if you know where i can get cute lil clothes for his negative20 size, let me know! We havent got him a birthday present yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that i may not be making much sense cause my thoughts are everywhere right now. Got no time to collect them too. Need to wake up by 8am! Then it's cabbing all the way to Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal! Then it's Bintan till Friday night! So i better head to bed now.. Teehee. I hope it's a fun and relaxing trip with Baby! (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;psst, i wanted to post up a 2 picture entry but i didnt expect it to be so late when im done with everything so.. sorry! you can look to your left of the screen and point your mouse at my Flicker album instead. Yes, your eyes are fine; the photos do enlarge when you hover over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4216149681225303599?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4216149681225303599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4216149681225303599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4216149681225303599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4216149681225303599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-to-bintan-tomorrow.html' title='Going to Bintan tomorrow!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-1313455149414412153</id><published>2008-11-07T02:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:07:44.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>review for Moveme.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265615630015424914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM5hF7QaZI/AAAAAAAAAso/H5KqnHrUpYY/s320/house1+copy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time really flies, I know, how cliché right? It's been around 5 years since I moved into my house. I remember I hated moving due to the desire to keep things familiar… What's more, it was troublesome to change and move everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bigger furniture was moved by some company but the fragile and smaller ones were moved by... us! Yep, those who know me well would know that my dad and my uncles are all drivers for this company for many years so we kind of have our "own" bus at times. It was a school night and we moved our remaining furniture bit by bit onto the bus. When we were finally done&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (and stuffed in between the furniture)&lt;/span&gt;, my dad got onto his driver's seat to get ready to set off to our new home... ... but the bus COULDNT start! I forgot what the problem was but I was told that the bus won’t be able to go and we had to wait for help to arrive in &lt;em&gt;a short while&lt;/em&gt;. A short while turned to a loooong wait and my brother and I even fell asleep on the bus. I think the problem was settled&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hours later and i guess the only good thing was i got to skip school for the following day (: Haha. It was a wild but very tiring experience and it made me hate moving more. Sigh. &lt;em&gt;If only&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i thought)&lt;/span&gt;, moving house could be done much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later now, i got to know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265613031872989378" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM3J3F1CMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0jR_qCR5f5g/s400/movemelogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the logo suggests, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.moveme.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moveme.com&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;helps make our moving easier and totally hassle free! It has even won awards such as the Yahoo Innovation Award and the Yahoo People's Choice Award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM2cSHlRFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5lu3_uEQEHs/s1600-h/Moveme-home.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265612248854119506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM2cSHlRFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5lu3_uEQEHs/s400/Moveme-home.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their own words, Moveme.com helps ease our moving by “&lt;em&gt;thinking of everything we need to do so that we don’t have to, and then guide us through every step of the move process with help and advice, lists of suppliers and easy online quotes&lt;/em&gt;”. One of the FREE quotes that they provide&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (which would have solved my main moving problem)&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/removals.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;removal quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. With these quotes, we would be able to find the best removal company to move our fragile possessions and not have to worry, thus end up moving them on our own &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(sound familiar :/)&lt;/span&gt;. To make us feel assured, all the removal partners are fully licensed, insured and rated too. They will pack our goods for us, disassemble the large furniture prior to moving and even unpack/re-hang them in our new house! Just check out their&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/removals"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;removal companies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moveme.com also provides many other free quotes such as&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/man-van"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Man and Van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/legals"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Solicitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;, U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/gas-electricity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mortgage quotes&lt;/span&gt;. I think that another useful example would be the &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/mortgages.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;free Mortgage quotes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. We simply need to fill in some details about our ideal home then moveme.com will send us the quotes that complement us. This way, we get to save time as well as get inexpensive low rates through them! Let’s say that we already have a good mortgage offer from others, we can still try out their quotes&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (they are free&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;and see if moveme.com can offer a better rate! I feel that it’s always good to compare to know other alternatives as well as what is available to us. Don’t you do that for shopping sometimes too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aside from the free quotes, the company has many other services too. To lessen our headaches when moving house, they provide a &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/plan-your-move"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Free Move Planner service&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;so that we know clearly all the tasks we need to do before and during the move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM2cKa8KCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/a3vLlFJk-_I/s1600-h/freeMovePlanner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265612246787827746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM2cKa8KCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/a3vLlFJk-_I/s400/freeMovePlanner.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is very useful especially for me because I’m so new to moving, I don’t even know where to start! In addition, those who aren't too great at planning need this, so that you would not start moving your things&lt;strong&gt; then&lt;/strong&gt; realize you don’t have any daily necessities left at your current/old house! Haha. With their help, we could also set up other &lt;a href="http://www.moveme.com/home-services"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Home Services&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;such as Gas &amp;amp; Electricity or Home Technology before we move over. Internet! Important right! I’m sure many of you would dread the thought of not having internet connection for days, what’s more, weeks if you are shifting! No more blogs, online shopping… … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the site is SO good, how can it be totally free?! Yes it can, because the company earns a small fee for quoting their partners and furthermore, &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; get &lt;strong&gt;special discounts&lt;/strong&gt; when we choose their partners! I think Moveme.com is a great and brilliant alternative to the old-fashioned way of planning/handling everything manually ourselves. Anyway, those perks that I mentioned are ones I find useful to me, you guys might find other services of theirs more useful so… check it out on your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Review for Moveme.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1313455149414412153?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/1313455149414412153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=1313455149414412153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1313455149414412153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1313455149414412153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/11/review-for-movemecom.html' title='review for Moveme.com'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SRM5hF7QaZI/AAAAAAAAAso/H5KqnHrUpYY/s72-c/house1+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-5797764284448483081</id><published>2008-11-04T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:33:54.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd specs.</title><content type='html'>I have really been disappearing lately and nobody has tagged either :( &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i know you people are reading thru nuffnang, pls tag when here x) if not my blog will really be deady)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im here fer a quick post actually. Met up with buddies Bee and Yin last Thursday at Novena! Here was the "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surprise Gift&lt;/span&gt;" they had for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264463006300266466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8hNj-2X-I/AAAAAAAAAro/LRb_jNagN8E/s320/ultra_nerd_specs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ultra nerd specs. Weird looking with funny colors and doesnt even fit a normal face properly. Guess that's what make 'em cute? They said that the specs were sold in NP under some bazaar thing. Sheesh, the things people sell &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(and worse, the things we actually BUY)&lt;/span&gt;. Guess how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$0.50/pair!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. The specs just crack us up. Presenting, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8hNPxaU0I/AAAAAAAAArg/31pD-PJ-ohI/s1600-h/DSCF7742(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264463000875193154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8hNPxaU0I/AAAAAAAAArg/31pD-PJ-ohI/s320/DSCF7742(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hello, want to be our friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264462674511831074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8g6P-UoCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/NOMsQkHstnk/s320/DSCF7751(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264462683046300338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8g6vxGSrI/AAAAAAAAArA/JvbEUUc3r_k/s320/DSCF7752(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We even continued our craziness on the train packed with commuters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264462689395637986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8g7Ha5fuI/AAAAAAAAArI/jRPZgcsuuJc/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We felt perfectly fine taking funny pictures with the funny specs altho im not sure if my friends would stop talking to me if i post the really ugly ones up so im not taking the risk. Haha. As i was saying, we felt perfectly normal with the weird spectacles because there was something MUCH funnier than us at the same cabin&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (or maybe cause we were already mad that day, this seemed REALLY sidesplittingly funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8g8NtcuII/AAAAAAAAArY/RVC9P11JCdc/s1600-h/DSC00741+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264462708263925890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8g8NtcuII/AAAAAAAAArY/RVC9P11JCdc/s320/DSC00741+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I guess she was&lt;em&gt; really sleepy&lt;/em&gt;? Oh no now thinking about it i feel a lil bad, seems like a mean thing to take her photo like that but... sicne i've taken, i should share it right? :x We were thinking of scenarios such as "&lt;em&gt;maybe she was reading halfway then fell asleep&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;maybe she was just sleeping then somebody's newspaper flew to her head and decided to leave it there&lt;/em&gt;" ecetera... After she woke up and removed the newspaper, we were anxious to catch her face but it was covered by a HUGE hat too. Hmm... I would probably cover myself up after sleeping underneath the newspaper like that too. But i dont think it would ever happen to me cause i do not like to hold on to newspapers &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(they have a funny feeling and tend to dirty your hands?)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;thankgoodness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough meaness! When i said quick entry, i meant it cause baby's waiting for our phonecall before turning in together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are for the last time with our COOL specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264462698159511746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8g7oEXmMI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EM4Ek9Y3Q3U/s320/DSCF7740(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry girls that we couldnt make it for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; after all that hooha :( There's always next year! Shall blog again when im not rushing for time! Loves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-5797764284448483081?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/5797764284448483081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=5797764284448483081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5797764284448483081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/5797764284448483081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/11/nerd-specs.html' title='nerd specs.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQ8hNj-2X-I/AAAAAAAAAro/LRb_jNagN8E/s72-c/ultra_nerd_specs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-4777720310458529000</id><published>2008-10-24T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:59:17.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nails</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, i've been updating lesser these days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven been doing much besides working, going out with bf and eateateating with my besties. Haha. If i blog about all these, i guess it's going to be pictures after pictures of food. Have my last Mos outing to blog about but i dont want too many entries of nightlife together lest my friends and i seem like bad company. Teehee. Then my pictures of the kids are everywhere and not collated too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260409095657643634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQC6M5_oXnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/RThvstAOun8/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260402213780348258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQCz8VAOXWI/AAAAAAAAAqY/QSb-VFe2Z20/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i'm blogging about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;random things. I erm, painted my nails. I think they look rather ghostly in the first picture &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or maybe the thought comes from reading too much of Twilight and vampires)&lt;/span&gt;. I stuck a lil red glittery gem flower &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(long adjectives)&lt;/span&gt; nailart on both my thumbs only. My nails look much better in reality leh. Oh well. Pretty? Come i paint for you too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something for me to whine about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260402220335658930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQCz8tbId7I/AAAAAAAAAqg/xv80EtQTEu0/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not the chickadee on my handphone. It's the skirt from Zara :( Quite sometime ago, i tried this skirt and loved it. However, i just bought a blue-ish skirt from Pull&amp;amp;Bear that day so i put it back on the racks. I have been looking for a skirt like this &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or tighter and of cotton material) &lt;/span&gt;for awhile but thought i would find another easily. Subsequently, i went shopping for a skirt and browsing through Zara but i could not find this anymore. Then, last 2 weeks, i went towning with baby and saw this skirt on SALE. I searched through the few left and none were size 6 :((((((((((. Darn, i should have just bought it on that longago day. Sigh. Guys, you can quit rolling your eyes and skip to the next paragraph. Girls would understand! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I guess random entries are the main thing in my blog cause i cant seem to be able to blog about an event soon enough. It's always "a few months back/ a few weeks back...". Oops, i leaked out my own secret :/ So you see, such entries are the most current as a few pictures and lesser preparation is needed in the blogging. I hope you like my randomity then :x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2am and im working tml. So not prepared for work after 1 full day of slacking. Sigh. Shall stop here. Im gg shopping with dear ol' Maxine&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (from my attachment days and who works as a gym trainer too! different company only. hehs)&lt;/span&gt; tml! Say hi if you see me in Vivo or Town! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-4777720310458529000?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/4777720310458529000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=4777720310458529000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4777720310458529000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/4777720310458529000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/nails.html' title='nails'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SQC6M5_oXnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/RThvstAOun8/s72-c/DSC00720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7348853392425770686</id><published>2008-10-21T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:52:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my bumming days go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259275366356192978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPyzFLOfjtI/AAAAAAAAAqI/b2hj7JCxF7Y/s320/DSC00369(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I miss those days :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havent been updating for awhile but dont worry i've been doing quite well. Some days im happy to be in my job now and moving along comfortably but some days... I reminisce my bumming days &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(especially when im w my boy late at night and i've gt work the next morning. BAH)&lt;/span&gt;. Going to bed only when the sky is light and waking up whenever i feel like it. Going out fer parties and whatnots without a care in the world, pitying the working/studying people who have to wake up early the next day, and &lt;strong&gt;feeling greeaat that im not one of them&lt;/strong&gt; :x. Oh well, i should stop thinking about these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was anticipating&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Halloween&lt;/span&gt; this year for a looong time. Planning to dress up and go fer late nights w my friends. Theme-based events, FUN right! Then it dawned on me that Halloween this year is on a FRIDAY. and Saturdays have become sad dreaded days for me cause of work. Dont get the equation? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween = Friday = Saturday must wake up early and energised for work = No latenights on Fridays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:*( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please let me know there are Halloween parties on the Wednesday instead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty pretty please? I miss my Saturdays :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my boyfriend too, he's working till 3am today, the poor dear. Some packing stocks thing. Wonder why all these high-end shops like to do all their packing at such timings. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, its 1am and im done painting my nails and all. Tee-hee. Going to sleep after some b4 rest food. Loves (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7348853392425770686?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7348853392425770686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7348853392425770686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7348853392425770686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7348853392425770686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-did-my-bumming-days-go.html' title='Where did my bumming days go?'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPyzFLOfjtI/AAAAAAAAAqI/b2hj7JCxF7Y/s72-c/DSC00369(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-3800600735153255936</id><published>2008-10-15T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:39:01.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPX5AkBWO3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Oq9m66eroSk/s1600-h/20mth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257381928089566066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPX5AkBWO3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Oq9m66eroSk/s320/20mth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Happy 20 months, love. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought FatFat over to my house to celebrate together too. Garlic Bread, Mushroom Potage Soup and a slice of strawberry cake make a satisfied couple. tee-hee. I think we're going to finish trying the cakes everywhere, especially the strawberry ones. lol. Cant wait for the next month (: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(psst, i'm 20, celebrating 20months. Happy twentiethss everybody (:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog again tomorrow! OFF day again! Im freee tml, who wants to go out with me?! Sheesh. Im going to eat my number&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (let me count) &lt;/span&gt;6 meal of the day, but this is more of dessert. It's &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheng Teng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! HUH?! What's that? It's the like brown sweet soup with random white stuff inside. Haha. If you know what i'm talking about, have you realized that this dessert is spelled differently at many stores? Oh no i'm going out of base again. I wanted to post just 1 picture and 1 sentence but... you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished reading&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Twilight&lt;/span&gt; the day after i blogged about it. And yep, the last 3/4 made me hold on to the book till im done reading it. The sneak peek at the next sequel, New Moon, was enticing too&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (and the book cover is very pretty as well)&lt;/span&gt;! Shall blog more tomorrow la okay. Alrighty, have a nice Thursday and Friday!&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (Saturdays are crazy for me so im not giving well wishes over Friday. Lol.) &lt;/span&gt;BYE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3800600735153255936?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3800600735153255936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3800600735153255936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3800600735153255936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3800600735153255936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/20months.html' title='20months'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPX5AkBWO3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Oq9m66eroSk/s72-c/20mth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8800376870758550354</id><published>2008-10-12T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:55:21.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP, 19mth, Planting, FatFat and Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 Saturdays back, we celebrated Yin's birthday at East Coast Park! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(This was few days after the surprise at PastaMania and the bbq stayover i mentioned before)&lt;/span&gt; I already blogged a little about it so i wont be texting much words here okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiLwLPmI/AAAAAAAAApI/_MOrPvMlEFw/s1600-h/DSCF7335(posterized).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256156550225673826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiLwLPmI/AAAAAAAAApI/_MOrPvMlEFw/s320/DSCF7335(posterized).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bee, Chenmin, Yin and me holding her birthday presents (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiIZUjaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qXIVzQ1voUI/s1600-h/DSCF7332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256156549324508578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiIZUjaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qXIVzQ1voUI/s320/DSCF7332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiDTMOWI/AAAAAAAAApY/lRsqR7pPaaQ/s1600-h/DSCF7331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256156547956619618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiDTMOWI/AAAAAAAAApY/lRsqR7pPaaQ/s320/DSCF7331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The happy birthday girl with her backpack &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(is it spelled like that?)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;. We wanted to get the YakPak brand bag but it was sold out. Somehow, i like this Dickies' black bag with colourful stars. The rest of 'em chose black too thou white is more Yin's colour because she will no doubt dirty the bag by throwing it everywhere! Haha! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(8 years friendship already can say bad things about each other blatantly on blog) &lt;/span&gt;The bag makes em want to go "RAWR" and showing this sign \m/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiXgrdeI/AAAAAAAAApg/MUYaI-M_bq8/s1600-h/DSCF7368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256156553381901794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiXgrdeI/AAAAAAAAApg/MUYaI-M_bq8/s320/DSCF7368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGfr5ypl2I/AAAAAAAAApw/f2hy0jA6JFY/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prettypretty windmill done by Bee (: There are all of our pictures on it. So sweeet. I want one too! *hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256156559640424418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiu007-I/AAAAAAAAApo/Xy49TnbowoU/s320/DSCF7336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four happy people though not having much food in our tummies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAKBlKrI/AAAAAAAAAog/N-DN2MUoDsg/s1600-h/DSCF7356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155965646252722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAKBlKrI/AAAAAAAAAog/N-DN2MUoDsg/s320/DSCF7356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAWPh2VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/vkyP7tI29Yc/s1600-h/DSCF7360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155968925981010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAWPh2VI/AAAAAAAAAoo/vkyP7tI29Yc/s320/DSCF7360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAk2mHRI/AAAAAAAAAow/R7smXLhRevQ/s1600-h/DSCF7364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155972847934738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAk2mHRI/AAAAAAAAAow/R7smXLhRevQ/s320/DSCF7364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the crazy night of driving around Min's car, riding around bicycles, alcohol, junkfood and chatfests, the ngiht was almost over. Min went back first, Bee and I fell asleep on our mats. Yin, not tired at all, went to wait for the sunrise and took pictures to share with us. Aww... how soothing. Mother nature just needs to turn down the coolness abit and it's all perfect. Let's really do it again, bbq or no bbq. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On to some other random things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, baby and i celebrated&lt;strong&gt; our 19month&lt;/strong&gt; anniversary (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAmEZ-WI/AAAAAAAAAo4/c9pVpgvehOY/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155973174294882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeAmEZ-WI/AAAAAAAAAo4/c9pVpgvehOY/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our nicenicenice cake (: That makes at least 19 cakes we've had together, not including our birthdays and such. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeA7QyulI/AAAAAAAAApA/upOo4rncTsg/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155978863393362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeA7QyulI/AAAAAAAAApA/upOo4rncTsg/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdqwll18I/AAAAAAAAAn4/TqWR4jFwSTk/s1600-h/DSC00546(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155598040717250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdqwll18I/AAAAAAAAAn4/TqWR4jFwSTk/s320/DSC00546(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Boil, boil, boil! Double bubble, boil and trouble... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i dont know if it's the right phrase but it just came into mind)&lt;/span&gt; i prepared Sweet Corn Soup for him bout 2 months ago when it was sooo cold and raining every night. Imagine warm soup in a cold weather... hmmm. How could he resist? HAHA. He came over to have some and brought the rest home for supper (: It was sweet and good enough for him but it wasnt wonderful enough fer me. I will improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we also finally planted after saying it looooong ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdrDXKaXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/anajSkF_WmA/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155603080472946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdrDXKaXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/anajSkF_WmA/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just 2-3 days after planting. I forgot the name of the flower :x We added some tiny lil baby plants from my parents' plants. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdrvkWCPI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JhmoKZAxORk/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155614946920690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdrvkWCPI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JhmoKZAxORk/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdriMtbQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2YwiVYo-0Yw/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155611358129410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdriMtbQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2YwiVYo-0Yw/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems like it's growing right under my nose! Oh wait... That was my camera moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdr4F6ojI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gHIutzyFuh0/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155617235214898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdr4F6ojI/AAAAAAAAAoY/gHIutzyFuh0/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's our plant after a few weeks of sitting at the balcony at the corner of my kitchen. I think we put too many seeds and our soil+fertiliser were too good so there's a case of overcrowding starting. I took the picture from this view to compare the plant with the design of the pot. Haha. We bought this pot at IKEA many outraegous months ago. I love Ikea shopping with my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure how the plant is doing now because we shifted it over to baby's house. He said the overcrowding has gotten worse cause the tiny plants at the side were ALL growing up too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're talking about celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdRxDbFdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/42iQ5HFYmEk/s1600-h/Born-of-FatFat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155168669111762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdRxDbFdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/42iQ5HFYmEk/s320/Born-of-FatFat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdSFMZfvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GrgSvdDmyUA/s1600-h/Ted+fatfat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155174075465458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdSFMZfvI/AAAAAAAAAnY/GrgSvdDmyUA/s320/Ted+fatfat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say HI to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FatFat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (: FatFat's our loved Teddy and he's been with us for quite awhile. I bought him for baby when his old softtoy (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dont laugh! im sure all of you has old bolsters, pillows &lt;--that's me, and plushies that were with you since you were a baby okay)&lt;/span&gt; was dying :( When it was thrown away finally &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(after being in his baby photos and on his bedside. hehs, cute!)&lt;/span&gt;, i bought this Ted from my old workplace to take its place. We put him together, dressed him up and named him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155182199114578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdSjdOi1I/AAAAAAAAAng/eMqWLCYSlIA/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy us with happy FatFat&lt;/span&gt;. Baby's picture with him was when he was just a few days old and i made him bring it out to meet me. Haha. My picture was much more recent. Anyway, we realized that his birthday is coming soon and i got overexcited seeing his photos again so im blogging about it in advance. Come November 14, FatFat will be &lt;strong&gt;1 year old&lt;/strong&gt;! We're getting 2 cakes and im &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; gonna celebrate it for him with something special! I dont care if you find me/us childish! bleah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, im almost done with my random post. I need to past the computer to my brother as im already half hour overtime. His comp crashed so he needs mine to do his work, due tml. Tsk, bad sister. One last thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGgxp-D9hI/AAAAAAAAAp4/sby2CBNA5oE/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256159015058273810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGgxp-D9hI/AAAAAAAAAp4/sby2CBNA5oE/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Tis' a novel bought for me by the boyfriend last month+ &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(thanks love!)&lt;/span&gt;. Im 3/4 through the book only because i only dared read it when my food will not dirty the book. Y'all should know my favourite indulgence is to&lt;em&gt; read, eat junkfood and do it all lying down on the couch&lt;/em&gt; by now. Hence, i only read the book when im in bed at first. Now, i read it when im eating safe food and im extra careful not to dirty it (: Heard that this novel is very popular expecially with women in their office ladies' age. Somehow, i've never seen anyone holding it like what he and my brother said. Weird. I haven brought it out to read before cause it's rather big to fit into my small bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdSpxs6XI/AAAAAAAAAno/XXDxLAnaQZU/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155183895603570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdSpxs6XI/AAAAAAAAAno/XXDxLAnaQZU/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdS1P0s9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/JpHSzAiJfXo/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155186974733266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGdS1P0s9I/AAAAAAAAAnw/JpHSzAiJfXo/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Side view and back view of Twilight. I love books with pretty covers (: So far, i find it quite a nice book. Very different and interesting. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(im sorry dear, but i dont find it very astonishingly nice like how others raved about it. i dont know why. Boohoos. Im sure it will get better when im fianlly done with the book. Maybe i haven reached the climax yet.)&lt;/span&gt; I'll review it with a short post when im done with it okay? Meanwhile, you should just buy the novel too because it looks so pretty (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tadah! Im done for today. Have a good Sunday everybody! im going out for food with my besties and baby later~ (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8800376870758550354?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8800376870758550354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8800376870758550354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8800376870758550354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8800376870758550354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/ecp-19mth-planting-fatfat-and-twilight.html' title='ECP, 19mth, Planting, FatFat and Twilight!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SPGeiLwLPmI/AAAAAAAAApI/_MOrPvMlEFw/s72-c/DSCF7335(posterized).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-9099338627294298149</id><published>2008-10-10T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:43:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haircuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255541515043141778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO9vKbJ2-JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Wfv71-bM7oo/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was a great trip to Sentosa today! I dont really have much photos on my handphone cause most are taken on the teacher's and parents' camera. Think i took quite a lot. Lol. I'll post them up only when i can get them laa. I think this is why i should get myself &lt;strong&gt;a camera&lt;/strong&gt;. I prefer taking pictures using my W890i to doing so with others' camera, however much better they are. BECAUSE it takes a long time to get the pictures &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(when you &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;get them)&lt;/span&gt; and i cant choose to blog about the event right after or whenever i want to do so. Hmm. Should really start checking the market for a nice &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a hot day at Sentosa and i managed to get a healthy dose of sun. Or maybe, a lil too much because i am feverish now :( Boohoos. Hate the sorethroat that i've been having too. &lt;s&gt;Should i start rethinking my indulgences in junkfood every moment of the day?&lt;/s&gt; As if. pfft. Hopefully im fine in the morning cause it's Saturday, my most tiring day of the week with all the physical play classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. After work, i met up with baby (: We finally went for his haircut together. We now share the same hairstylist &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(the guy who did my permed tresses. lalala~)&lt;/span&gt;. He cut his hair, then decided to play around by straightening baby's hair because his hair has always been curly wurly (: Temporary, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255541514349608626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO9vKYkgfrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/CKl3rWinhq0/s320/nicehairbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is how my boy looks after the haircut and straightening. Hehs. I LOVE IT. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(though he prefers his curly hair back, without any styling wax)&lt;/span&gt; I kept trying to get him to look cool and not smile but he kept smiling. Haha. Love the hair man. &lt;em&gt;Baby you sure you dont want to straighten it and style your hair everyday? huhhuhhuh?&lt;/em&gt; Okay la like your curly wurlies too x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255541522447703682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO9vK2vPnoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eoTVpbChh50/s320/teehee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO9vK2vPnoI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eoTVpbChh50/s1600-h/teehee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here we are right outside my house. I insisted to take loads of photos with his 1-day-new-hair. Oh i cut my hair too but i doubt there's any difference. i just cut my fringe since i cant cut my permed hair though i would love a haircut every month &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(it's also the first time i cut my hair with my hair clipped and tied up. Just grab my fringe, snipsnipsnip and 5mins im done. haha)&lt;/span&gt;. It's been &lt;strong&gt;2 months with my permed hair&lt;/strong&gt;! It's not as permed now already and im not sure how long it's supposed to last. Till end of the year, i hope! Think i looked &lt;em&gt;ohsotired&lt;/em&gt; in the photo but you know why? That's cause i am! My energy was spent at Sentosa. Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I plan to sleep early today.&lt;/strong&gt; Finally! I shall sleep by 1230am okay. I just need to munch on some food right before i sleep &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(my favourite thing to do apart from being a couch potato with a book)&lt;/span&gt;, and also have a nice chat with my love (: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;See you in lalaland~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-9099338627294298149?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/9099338627294298149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=9099338627294298149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/9099338627294298149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/9099338627294298149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/haircuts.html' title='haircuts!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO9vKbJ2-JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Wfv71-bM7oo/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-6474572243852821463</id><published>2008-10-10T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:10:29.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy days, Field trip tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Gah~ Im neglecting my blog again though im trying my best not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with work and going out on my off days. Meeting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the bf&lt;/span&gt; for dinner, meeting the girls for nightouts here and there. Today's my off day too but i spent the day indulging in sleep, junkfood, novels and my boyfriend. Haha. I shall have a proper entry up soon okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, Fridays are halfdays for me too because i teach the physical play/ gym classes at the Japanese Association instead. However, tomorrow will be a longer day because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going on a field trip!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*skips around the room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited laa (: I requested to go on the field trip with the kids instead of teachin at JA and it was approved. So, im &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heading to &lt;strong&gt;Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; with a bunch of children. Teehee. Im not sure about the programme but i know we are definitely going to the Underwater World &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i still remember the funny slang when they announce the station on the monorail in the past. remember, yin?)&lt;/span&gt; and the Dolphin Lagoon. I have never been to the Dolphin Lagoon can! I guess this is my first proper field trip out with children since being in this field for the past years &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(if you dont count trips to the nearby supermarket and parks :/)&lt;/span&gt;. It seems so fun whenever i see a bunch of kids out with teachers at Sentosa and the Zoo ecetera. Now it's my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i shouldnt be overly excited because the trip might not seem that great when compared with my high expectations. That's what happens when we expect too much, don cha think? Take for instance, going for a movie you have waited ages for and everyone tells you it's so WOW &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(funny English i use. lol)&lt;/span&gt;. When you are done watching the movie, you will somehow feel that it was &lt;em&gt;all right only&lt;/em&gt;. Hasnt it happened to you before? No? Really? Stop lying, it must have :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep, so if you see me at Sentosa tomorrow with a bunch of cutesy pies, do say hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO5ENllMTaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/8C5Ol_H-ZVo/s1600-h/DSC00614(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255212815405043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO5ENllMTaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/8C5Ol_H-ZVo/s320/DSC00614(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Here's one of 'em from my centre &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(but sadly he is not going on the field trip cause his class went to a play last Friday already)&lt;/span&gt;. He is the equivalent &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(maybe a tad more mischievious) &lt;/span&gt;of my Chua Chengyi from my previous centre. Cute, mischievious yet very lovable. Tsk. I love such lil boys. Im not biased, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nights! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6474572243852821463?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6474572243852821463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6474572243852821463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6474572243852821463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6474572243852821463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-days-field-trip-tomorrow.html' title='Busy days, Field trip tomorrow!'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SO5ENllMTaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/8C5Ol_H-ZVo/s72-c/DSC00614(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-30708282701173613</id><published>2008-10-03T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:21:26.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say "just like a drug"</title><content type='html'>Teehee. Did you take extra time to load my blog this time round? I know, there are many small programs running on my blog but that's the way i like it (: This time it's longer cause i made a tiny amendment on my blogskin. Notice it? I wanted to edit the "Say i love you" from the start but it slipped my mind and i got used to it. However, i just felt like changing it suddenly so tadah! It was such fun editing the skin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i spent quite a great deal of time playing with photoshop while doing this skin so i ought to rest my eyes already &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(though i know i'll end up reading after this)&lt;/span&gt;. I shall blog another day okay! I enjoyed my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Children's Day&lt;/span&gt;! It's back to work tomorrow. Oh well, i had my share of crazy moments in the past night with my girls again so im not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update another day! Ciao! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i love the book and im reading it every night, thinking of you. of course, i love you right back. Tuck a flower in my hair, will you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-30708282701173613?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/30708282701173613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=30708282701173613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/30708282701173613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/30708282701173613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-just-like-drug.html' title='say &quot;just like a drug&quot;'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-1303978649503667804</id><published>2008-09-29T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:45:36.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yin's birthday, ECP stayover and GirlsNightOut again</title><content type='html'>Heya. It's been awhile since i blogged about something proper. I have been rather busy recently but im still intending to keep this blog alive! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SweeYin&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday a few days back! Bee, Ching and I &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(the 3 working ladies. gosh, how time flies) &lt;/span&gt;headed down to Bugis after work to carry out our surprise plan with her poly friends. We bought a cake, lighted the candles few shops away :x and walked into Pastamania as she was eating with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee went "SWEEYIN!!!" crazily loud and everyone looked over. Then we burst out into the happy birthday song for her. Teehee. She was really surprised and im so glad we went down though only 3 of us could make it. We had some lousy pastamania food that day :x then went for a walk along Bugis with her friends before heading home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Bee, Yin and I had a &lt;strong&gt;bbq at East Coast Park!&lt;/strong&gt; It was actually a proper celebration and surprise fer Yin but due to some circumstances, only the few of us could be there too. Nonetheless, Chenmin &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(now slimmed down and became super pretty. hehs)&lt;/span&gt; came and Bee's family was there to celebrate her cousin's birthday too. I went there only after work so by the time i reached it was real late already. We took a drive in Chenmin's car to catch some latenight action at faraway parking lots. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;"Newspaper are useful, eh?"&lt;/em&gt; After Chenmin left, we bbq-ed a lil and cycled out to get more mixer for our Vodka. By the time we got back to our area to drink and rest, it was 430am. Some junkfood, alcohol, music and nonsense later, Bee and I fell asleep! It was soooooo frigging cold la! Regret that i didnt bring my tent! Yin went to watch the sunrise and we woke up at 630am. We waited till 830am for the bicycle rental shop to open to return our bicycles &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(all together we rented 9?)&lt;/span&gt;. Bee, Yin and i only rode 'em for like 15minutes. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Actually Bee ferried me on the double-bike. hehs.)&lt;/span&gt; Sucha waste. When light came, the warmth from the morning sun felt great on my body. Added in some nice music, the morning felt like sucha bliss (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed home and i slept till night. All in all, im so glad we proceeded with our plan to stayover at ECP though there only only a few of us plus Bee's family. I would love to do it again in future. No hassles of bbq, just us, takeouts+junkfood, music, mats and a tent in case we want to hide inside. Oh, and our bottle of AbsolutVodka too. Let's do it okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, anyway, i was grumbling that i miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nightlife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I put together the pictures of my last drinking/clubbing session of last month so... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(and i dont really like blogging without pictures. We didnt take much photos last night and the few are not with me too that's why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-oaeeddlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p3AhRBQzJAs/s1600-h/selftiara-ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251100863348176466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-oaeeddlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p3AhRBQzJAs/s320/selftiara-ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I crowned myself Queen of the night that day. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; went out for some GirlsTime at ClarkeQuay!&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (or boatquay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-k7F33RpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/w8xyoXxCSGo/s1600-h/nightout2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097025633011346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-k7F33RpI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/w8xyoXxCSGo/s320/nightout2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-k7APGpJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/xNEKq1NPxxg/s1600-h/nightout3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097024119874706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-k7APGpJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/xNEKq1NPxxg/s320/nightout3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After walking around, we almost went in to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KandiBar&lt;/span&gt; again. We told ourselves nooo not the same place everytime so we kept looking. It was ladies night that day and we saw this crazy signboard outside Lunar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ladies: free entry and 3 free Lychee Martinis&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we went in. HAHA. Despite the chinese music, I reckoned there was nothing to lose to just go in and take a look right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-k7XH9TzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TRdWfEJPF7k/s1600-h/nightout4(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097030263918386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-k7XH9TzI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TRdWfEJPF7k/s320/nightout4(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We saw somebody worth saluting at the entrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251088892046480882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhp5uFfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PTpzbQiTDSQ/s320/nightout5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our free drinks (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhowVWRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SlTnzJey0_Q/s1600-h/nightout6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251088891738675474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhowVWRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SlTnzJey0_Q/s320/nightout6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My pretty girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhsfFGSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KCMTeGcnSRU/s1600-h/nightout8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251088892740049186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhsfFGSI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KCMTeGcnSRU/s320/nightout8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aITDYENI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tCOPxR9uW5o/s1600-h/nightout9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085157881352402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aITDYENI/AAAAAAAAAkI/tCOPxR9uW5o/s320/nightout9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhszSpKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-XhCy2-W3KY/s1600-h/nightout7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251088892824822946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-dhszSpKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-XhCy2-W3KY/s320/nightout7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oops, we were &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Queens&lt;/span&gt; that night! (: &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aIqfTyOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/q3VaTBUOSVk/s1600-h/nightout10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085164172527842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aIqfTyOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/q3VaTBUOSVk/s320/nightout10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bee lovesss the picture. Lol. &lt;p align="center"&gt;Surprisingly, Lunar has quite a nice ambience though it was Chinese music. We were saying it would be nice to just meet up after work and simply chill there sometime. We're getting old. HAH. I thought i could go fer Ladies night after work since my fixed day off is Thursday. But frankly, i just feel like heading back to rest after work on Weds. Tsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The music and drink made us want to... club. And it was free entry everywhere so we went ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pre-clubbing camwhoring:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085165958554738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aIxJIZHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aPRcCMwGbwc/s320/nightout11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aJGAk-BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/P8TMKEotJmg/s1600-h/nightout12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085171559823378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aJGAk-BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/P8TMKEotJmg/s320/nightout12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aJGAk-BI/AAAAAAAAAkg/P8TMKEotJmg/s1600-h/nightout12.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I look funny here but i think Bee looks very pretty in this picture! The hair and the eyes. nice wor. Bee, dn puke please. Hehs (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aJMpjePI/AAAAAAAAAko/a_GzA4Xm3uQ/s1600-h/nightout13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085173342304498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-aJMpjePI/AAAAAAAAAko/a_GzA4Xm3uQ/s320/nightout13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-ZPD2P8_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Xha1C8lj-rw/s1600-h/nightout14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251084174547219442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-ZPD2P8_I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Xha1C8lj-rw/s320/nightout14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-ZPtz54TI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hwUbMDE1BYM/s1600-h/nightout16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251084185811673394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-ZPtz54TI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hwUbMDE1BYM/s320/nightout16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-ZPAiZqLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sGsZHFs3JiA/s1600-h/nightout15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251084173658663090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-ZPAiZqLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/sGsZHFs3JiA/s320/nightout15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got on the dancefloor! My ol' hangout (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-bs86mOUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FeNoT4dPDYU/s1600-h/nightout18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251086887105739074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-bs86mOUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FeNoT4dPDYU/s200/nightout18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-bs86mOUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FeNoT4dPDYU/s1600-h/nightout18.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-bs86mOUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FeNoT4dPDYU/s1600-h/nightout18.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-cwZJeS8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H8g2Y3c2tzs/s1600-h/nightout17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251088045735562178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-cwZJeS8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H8g2Y3c2tzs/s320/nightout17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-cIb2_B9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/1qCY-s86Ddw/s1600-h/nightout17.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the first picture on the dancefloor, there's this funny guy who seemed to be staring straight into our camera. Lol. We found a comfortable spot beside the DeeJay console and our &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(SweeYin's)&lt;/span&gt; hunk of a Dj. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YbgqjXqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mXkGxYriYBw/s1600-h/nightout26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251083288929590946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YbgqjXqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mXkGxYriYBw/s320/nightout26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halfway through, we went back to the Ladies' room! More camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-Yb_NIokI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GDGUozpJxbI/s1600-h/nightout19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251083297127703106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-Yb_NIokI/AAAAAAAAAjA/GDGUozpJxbI/s320/nightout19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YcO4NZsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/1IrQUGp1zBA/s1600-h/nightout20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251083301334902466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YcO4NZsI/AAAAAAAAAjI/1IrQUGp1zBA/s320/nightout20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YcQ2JO9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kQCx1kQEtLk/s1600-h/nightout21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251083301863111634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YcQ2JO9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kQCx1kQEtLk/s320/nightout21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-a2igwUrI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-g_svDJI-Tw/s1600-h/nightout22.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085952305091250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-a2igwUrI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-g_svDJI-Tw/s200/nightout22.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-a3DoC9GI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XInOSyCQU8I/s1600-h/nightout23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251085961194042466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-a3DoC9GI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XInOSyCQU8I/s200/nightout23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YcUFfGbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PB-bWvLsGIM/s1600-h/nightout22.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251083302732765618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-YcUFfGbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/PB-bWvLsGIM/s320/nightout22.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-V2kSTvWI/AAAAAAAAAig/dkuhqZvUvwc/s1600-h/nightout24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080455223229794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-V2kSTvWI/AAAAAAAAAig/dkuhqZvUvwc/s320/nightout24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-V2_z-PxI/AAAAAAAAAio/7KsO4KcBtYg/s1600-h/nightout25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080462612184850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-V2_z-PxI/AAAAAAAAAio/7KsO4KcBtYg/s320/nightout25.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After dancing till late, we went back to freshen up. As we got ready to leave, the music ended too and we joined the long queue for our bags. As usual, we headed to LiangCourt Mc. We had our Mc breakfast and headed home! &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(By the way, I layered my lil' black dress w a tank top so it looks like another dress or even a skirt! Could you tell? haha. Im looking for a nice plain flirty &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(dont know how to describe)&lt;/span&gt; lil skirt that would go well w tank tops and tee shirts. If you know where to get your hands on one, let me know! Since i dont have one, i tried layerng my outfit to achieve the look. Just so you know, i seldom mix and match. Im always wearing just one piece and at most w a vest. That's why the astonishment for myself la. Hehs. Ok this entry is already so obsessed by 3 of our faces, next!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, i dont recall much of the night so go imagine it yourself okay. Haha. All i want to say is, &lt;em&gt;it's always fun with my friends around&lt;/em&gt;. Especially my girls. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt;, we missed you too! Cant wait for the next GirlsOuting with you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky to have all of you around fer this 8 years. Loves! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-V293CETI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s7uFsXlArtA/s1600-h/girlsnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080462088147250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-V293CETI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s7uFsXlArtA/s320/girlsnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i hope things turn out fine for us too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1303978649503667804?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/1303978649503667804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=1303978649503667804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1303978649503667804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1303978649503667804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/09/yins-birthday-ecp-stayover-and.html' title='Yin&apos;s birthday, ECP stayover and GirlsNightOut again'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SN-oaeeddlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/p3AhRBQzJAs/s72-c/selftiara-ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-3247428411924138558</id><published>2008-09-27T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:13:08.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moodless;</title><content type='html'>im sorry i didnt blog. Hasnt been in the blogging mood these few days and time didnt seem to allow it too. Enjoy the music instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back, soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-3247428411924138558?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/3247428411924138558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=3247428411924138558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3247428411924138558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/3247428411924138558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/09/moodless.html' title='moodless;'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-1327396228083065154</id><published>2008-09-18T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:32:32.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting and missing the bumming days.</title><content type='html'>Phew. It has been a tiring few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still trying to adjust to my full-time job at Tumbletots. It's a big leap from a student/entry level job to executive level. Im too used to taking orders and being the child instead of being in-charge with many responsiblities. Right now, im conducting the Gym, Phys.Ed and Music classes daily as well as going for meetings and doing the preparation and admin stuff. Im stressed out quite frequently and leave my workplace late. At least the colleagues are nice people and the children are awfully adorable. But...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;let me adjust comfortably soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon saying these, im missing my bumming days, chillouts and latenight sessions. At least i get to do my shopping online thanks to &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/spreesgalore/"&gt;LJsprees&lt;/a&gt; and other blogshops (: Still, im missing gg town and most importantly, my friends! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;We're supposed to meet up next week and i can but some of us cant then its changed to this week. Now im the 1 who cant make it. So sad :( Dont know when we'll all gather up since the guys are in Army and the rest of us are busy with school and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh~ Im v.distracted w the Tv now and i need to go bathe and meet my boy for dinner at his place. It's my Off Day! Will update again when possible ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SNIqaYMFpiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mgvaMJ3OSO8/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247303148498167330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SNIqaYMFpiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mgvaMJ3OSO8/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last words, I miss my nightlife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-1327396228083065154?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/1327396228083065154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=1327396228083065154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1327396228083065154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/1327396228083065154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/09/adjusting-and-missing-bumming-days.html' title='Adjusting and missing the bumming days.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SNIqaYMFpiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mgvaMJ3OSO8/s72-c/DSC00506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-8615200394930212669</id><published>2008-09-08T19:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:36:06.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Birthday with baby -part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Birthday post part 1!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is what i hate when i procrastinate blogging about something. Normally i will get the mood back when i upload the photos but there was some problem with my wireless last week so i saved the photos and didnt blog. Now i need to try to get my mood back. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before my birthday on the 3rd of July, I met up with baby to go Causeway point for our favourite hawker food. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_bLOCUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aE5IKMVdpD8/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240735302490655042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_bLOCUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aE5IKMVdpD8/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fried Kway Teow&lt;/span&gt; from Banquet! Oily sweet and spicy food in the very cold mall! Yummm! After indulging ourselves in unhealthy food, we caught the movie "&lt;strong&gt;Hancock&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(actually i have forgotten whether we caught it that day and all the exact details, with it being 2 months ago :( but lets just take it that it was that day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was surprisingly nice and i think Will Smith did a great job. The parts where they zoom in on his face and his eyes and mouth really had that wounded sad puppy look. However, i think the turn of events with the wife being a superhero too was kind of abrupt and weird. Anyway, i was trying to find out the month Hancock was aired so that i know for sure i really watched it on the 3rd and found out some interesting bits on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hancock_(film)"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scenes that were removed to garner a rating of PG-13 included a scene of &lt;a title="Statutory rape" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statutory_rape"&gt;statutory rape&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hancock_(film)#cite_note-clay-4"&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; two of three uses of the "&lt;a title="Fuck" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuck"&gt;f-word&lt;/a&gt;" (the MPAA only permitted one use for the PG-13 rating), and intense shots of needles going into arms. Scenes of Hancock shoving a prisoner's head up another's behind and of Hancock having explosive ejaculation during sexual intercourse were allowed, though Berg chose to save the latter scene for the DVD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. So the original version was a bit more &lt;em&gt;juicy&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Anyway i went out of point. It was late after the movie so we headed back to my boy's house for tv and supper and &lt;strong&gt;a stayover&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early at around 10am for the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_mRmFdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zTRU1vZUJFY/s1600-h/DSC06684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240735305470186962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_mRmFdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zTRU1vZUJFY/s320/DSC06684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zoo!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're going to the zoozoozoo, wont you come tootootoo~!&lt;/span&gt; Actually i was up like 8am though i only slept a few hours with baby's snoring. Tee-hee. It was the first few times in 6months that i woke up early and voluntarily. Too excited! I pranced around the room happily waiting for baby to get up and get ready. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_-dElOI/AAAAAAAAAho/UIUXOrdygvo/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240735311960773858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_-dElOI/AAAAAAAAAho/UIUXOrdygvo/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTrprb6oI/AAAAAAAAAgw/yK9PtTfBViY/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733863274867330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTrprb6oI/AAAAAAAAAgw/yK9PtTfBViY/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We waited for the bus to Lot 1 to grab some breakfast, then waited for 961 at the bus stop. I took pictures happily and 1 showed my boy yawning in the back. HAHA. Then we reached the Zoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we saw near the entrance was the cute little mongoose &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i think? im too lazy to check at the website and i have forgotten. hehs).&lt;/span&gt; They scampered around happily playing with the water. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTr1PU8vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/waJyPlXdW5Y/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733866378195698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTr1PU8vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/waJyPlXdW5Y/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTsCV20zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vWj-_3ZRX-A/s1600-h/DSC06641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733869895242546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTsCV20zI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vWj-_3ZRX-A/s320/DSC06641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Zookeeper was telling us that you see them at their most mischievious during their eating time. Just then, this mongoose who had just gotten 1 fish jumped up to get another that was meant for his friend. Haha. He had a hard time bringing the 2 fishes back to his spot but he was insistent. Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the White Tigers! This made me wonder, for the past 2 times i've been to the Zoo, i have not noticed any &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;normal Orange Tiger&lt;/span&gt;. Well, have you? We have a few Lions, 2? They're not the big attraction like the Tigers but still we have them. Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrWbQEmz8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xeuC5fy1vRA/s1600-h/DSC06558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736880058093506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrWbQEmz8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xeuC5fy1vRA/s320/DSC06558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTsUdMCEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4hAVPhnT5gg/s1600-h/DSC06556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733874757830722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrTsUdMCEI/AAAAAAAAAhI/4hAVPhnT5gg/s320/DSC06556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty white Tiger.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (im just picking the pretty and cute animals that i want to blog about if not this entry will be crazily long) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRUOzna6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/JTlreMbLI_0/s1600-h/DSC06562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731261901171618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRUOzna6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/JTlreMbLI_0/s320/DSC06562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRUZGowhI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QMQqNVSpwTs/s1600-h/DSC06563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731264665305618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRUZGowhI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/QMQqNVSpwTs/s320/DSC06563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Say Heep-Po-Po-Teh-Mers! I know i kind of blended in with Mr hippo on the right but photoshop make it look quite different so i didnt save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out in the open-air, we saw this! I fergot what its called too but it looked so cute with its front legs knelt down! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRUhHXEfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Re_m4EE-BTs/s1600-h/DSC06566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731266815824370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRUhHXEfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Re_m4EE-BTs/s320/DSC06566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look closer! He bent down with his 2 front legs to eat the plants. Cute right? &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;( i realized that my vocab is quite limited today what with all the "cute" adjectives)&lt;/span&gt; I didnt know they could bent like that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baboons! &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(who will now know their names or ever forget them?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRVFffIII/AAAAAAAAAgg/YevGjd5RS5I/s1600-h/DSC06567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731276580692098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrRVFffIII/AAAAAAAAAgg/YevGjd5RS5I/s320/DSC06567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When i first stepped out into this open area with the tons of Babboons, i was FREAKED OUT. On both sides of me, there were baboons so near me yet baby and i were the &lt;strong&gt;only 2 Human&lt;/strong&gt; around. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It felt queer, as if they were visiting/watching us instead of us watching them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was really afraid that they would just jump out and take us away like in the show "Jumanji" T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and i quickly made our way to the sheletered area where WE can watch them through glass windows. I felt better immediately! Phew. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(DO NOT LAUGH at me! you should try it ok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SMT2p4dE58I/AAAAAAAAAh4/M-m1fAylMaY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243587065555511234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SMT2p4dE58I/AAAAAAAAAh4/M-m1fAylMaY/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Young to old. The young one still looks kind of cute. I dont know what happened along the way :/ The old ones look kinda gross with their &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;hanging out. The even more disgusting part was that they like to stare at us and move that &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; up and down. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Im sure &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ching &lt;/span&gt;knows me very well as 1 baboon stared at her and the white stuff was coming out from his &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;the last she time visited. HAHA :x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPa8ezaNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cxVS-9h3K0s/s1600-h/DSC06569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240729178217867474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPa8ezaNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cxVS-9h3K0s/s320/DSC06569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPa8ezaNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cxVS-9h3K0s/s1600-h/DSC06569.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A very reluctant boyfriend taking a picture with the not-so-adorable Baboons... Oh wait dear, what's that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbKt_22I/AAAAAAAAAfo/BPIbuYWVl2g/s1600-h/DSC06570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240729182039694178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbKt_22I/AAAAAAAAAfo/BPIbuYWVl2g/s320/DSC06570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some random animal at the top of the mountains/caves (?). Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we strolled and stolled~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbRGLWpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/1Tl50w15S7w/s1600-h/DSC06581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240729183751723666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbRGLWpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/1Tl50w15S7w/s320/DSC06581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbRGLWpI/AAAAAAAAAfw/1Tl50w15S7w/s1600-h/DSC06581.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbpK_N6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/U9SweLEbSO4/s1600-h/DSC06586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240729190214350754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPbpK_N6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/U9SweLEbSO4/s320/DSC06586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Beautiful scenary and not forgetting our Orang Utans handing on top of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPb01FgHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/WKMWx7Golmo/s1600-h/DSC06636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240729193343713394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrPb01FgHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/WKMWx7Golmo/s320/DSC06636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This white faced erm, Gibbon? Jumped from one bracn to the other near my face level! A tourist and i thought it was going to prance on us la! Okay, then we made our way to my favourite animal in the Zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNntDM-bI/AAAAAAAAAe4/dbbPkD-NWvw/s1600-h/DSC06592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727198390614450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNntDM-bI/AAAAAAAAAe4/dbbPkD-NWvw/s320/DSC06592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNn_6iRvI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Wn1sk-dyJiQ/s1600-h/DSC06682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727203454535410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNn_6iRvI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Wn1sk-dyJiQ/s320/DSC06682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNn9nH_9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/9CskDlu6yCg/s1600-h/collage25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727202836250578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNn9nH_9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/9CskDlu6yCg/s320/collage25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inuka! That's our Polar Bear!&lt;/span&gt; Aint he lovable? He looks kind of sad and lonely sometimes that my heart went out to him. His mother, Sheba, was staying inside the air-conditioned area so he was out alone. Im so glad that he's staying in Singapore and not moving to another country after the mother dies &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(as suggested earlier last year).&lt;/span&gt; You could refer to &lt;a href="http://www.zoo.com.sg/whatsnew/awec.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://news.asiaone.com/a1news/20070503_story18_1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what i mean. I love you, Inuka!!! (: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i went back specifically to watch the feeding time though i have already visited him once earlier in the day. hehs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhino! I kept thinking Rhinoceros are a type of dinosaurs and laughed at myself at for saying the name out loud. But no, they are called Rhinos really! Dont you think they could have escaped from the era of Dinosaurs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNoB-B2mI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xWh8v132Xts/s1600-h/DSC06596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727204006058594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNoB-B2mI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xWh8v132Xts/s320/DSC06596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNobUneLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UlVfdf0hfHY/s1600-h/DSC06602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240727210811685042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNobUneLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UlVfdf0hfHY/s320/DSC06602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrNobUneLI/AAAAAAAAAfY/UlVfdf0hfHY/s1600-h/DSC06602.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Baby was forced to wear my shades. Yep, these are my shades from Taiwan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Zebras! Do you think Zebra are white with black stripes or black with white stripes? Somehow going to the Zoo made me wonder alot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLf033aoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PjVjfE-20iU/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240724864028338818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLf033aoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PjVjfE-20iU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Baby wanted to go to the&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Reptile forest&lt;/span&gt;. I was too chicken to go into the caged area but went anyway. I dart glances everywhere and felt my goosebumps all over my body la. We saw a colourful chameleon and i fergot what else&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (blocking out freaky memories)&lt;/span&gt; except this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLgO9JWDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uuxlmxEDU68/s1600-h/DSC06610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240724871029807154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLgO9JWDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uuxlmxEDU68/s320/DSC06610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we went back on safer grounds! I shall forget all about the snakes in the area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLgYhOhfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/efVTyjPEREY/s1600-h/DSC06625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240724873597060594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLgYhOhfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/efVTyjPEREY/s320/DSC06625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the &lt;strong&gt;Splash! Safari&lt;/strong&gt;, we saw this Pelican! Beautiful eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLgkM0fDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KoSND30VMmE/s1600-h/DSC06648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240724876732693554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLgkM0fDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/KoSND30VMmE/s320/DSC06648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLg05yc4I/AAAAAAAAAew/MtQXJz9aOt8/s1600-h/DSC06649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240724881216271234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrLg05yc4I/AAAAAAAAAew/MtQXJz9aOt8/s320/DSC06649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my lovely jackass penguins came out for their food. Waddle waddle waddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUP_CPVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5L5vR35gVis/s1600-h/DSC06651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240722466124479826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUP_CPVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/5L5vR35gVis/s320/DSC06651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Manatees and Sealions were the big attraction! I think 1 was called Romeo and knows how to act shy. What they loved to do the most, was to create the Splash! in Splash! Safari. haha. The last sealion loved swimming around the pool quickly then jumping up and using his flippers to splash water onto the audience at the front. i was sitting at the back! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUdw2QcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Kq_aphEf0ok/s1600-h/DSC06653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240722469823070658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUdw2QcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Kq_aphEf0ok/s320/DSC06653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUp9h2KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/tyPhBmUBePQ/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240722473097484450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUp9h2KI/AAAAAAAAAd4/tyPhBmUBePQ/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240722471372298066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJUjiNl1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/cbiQiBe5ac4/s320/DSC06658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJVDY6XYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VKw3kTrsnrw/s1600-h/DSC06660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240722479923223938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrJVDY6XYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/VKw3kTrsnrw/s320/DSC06660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tee-hee. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It kissed me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was sad to not be the one chosen to go down and throw frisbees to him &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(baby didnt want me to volunteer!) &lt;/span&gt;so i went down quickly after the show to be the first 20 to be kissed. Hehs. It felt like... Plack! then a bit of wetness den no more. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, the White Tiger followed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHX1zkbaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/D_RSK-oiYis/s1600-h/tigerman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720328793288098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHX1zkbaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/D_RSK-oiYis/s320/tigerman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thankfully for the boyfriend (: :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the glow-in-the-dark section of the shop. and Yana's going to be working here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHYDiV88I/AAAAAAAAAdI/srUtOECHGLo/s1600-h/DSC06674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720332479132610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHYDiV88I/AAAAAAAAAdI/srUtOECHGLo/s320/DSC06674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and tadah, that marks &lt;em&gt;the first 3/4 of my birthday at the Zoo!&lt;/em&gt; (: Needless to say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we loved it! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHYfut6dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CgUbEoFSz88/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720340047227346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHYfut6dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CgUbEoFSz88/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went back to our own homes to freshen up for the night event. We're supposed to take &lt;strong&gt;the Singapore Flyer&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... buttt. We rested and by the time we reached the Sg Flyer, the last flight had already started :( We postponed it but haven managed to go fer it yet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we made the best of our opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHY8bMLEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZwJZI_ZWvBQ/s1600-h/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720347749952578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHY8bMLEI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZwJZI_ZWvBQ/s320/DSC06713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had &lt;strong&gt;Popeyes&lt;/strong&gt; fer dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHZNNxHMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/p3tcc3v5g1o/s1600-h/DSC06694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240720352257055938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrHZNNxHMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/p3tcc3v5g1o/s320/DSC06694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time eating at Popeyes! Their "bun" was so amazing! It tasted just like Hotcakes! and i think their squeeze-on Maple syrup was so cool. Just press and squeeze. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDOPpGxMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bU5c9OENA90/s1600-h/DSC06686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715765883520194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDOPpGxMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bU5c9OENA90/s320/DSC06686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDOtuq42I/AAAAAAAAAcg/UK-soqL8McA/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715773959922530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDOtuq42I/AAAAAAAAAcg/UK-soqL8McA/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDO34P35I/AAAAAAAAAco/jw7RAeA7HmM/s1600-h/DSC06688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715776684449682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDO34P35I/AAAAAAAAAco/jw7RAeA7HmM/s320/DSC06688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy me (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SMUA-MBRsjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0QtYrPc7cWg/s1600-h/DSC06687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243598409521279538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SMUA-MBRsjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0QtYrPc7cWg/s320/DSC06687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only cake we could get at the cafe beside. At least it's chocolate (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDPOooroI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nxDv564RRRs/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715782792982146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDPOooroI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nxDv564RRRs/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDPuSBElI/AAAAAAAAAc4/iZqJjFovlh4/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715791288046162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrDPuSBElI/AAAAAAAAAc4/iZqJjFovlh4/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After a great dinner, it's time to camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712825926883682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAjHc0mWI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vcNttat1PHU/s320/DSC06703+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAjXN45ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WStkwPuA3Hw/s1600-h/DSC06705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712830159218066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAjXN45ZI/AAAAAAAAAb4/WStkwPuA3Hw/s320/DSC06705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAjv9cLoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tTnG79VlKOU/s1600-h/DSC06704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712836801113730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAjv9cLoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/tTnG79VlKOU/s320/DSC06704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAj2z8K6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FxgzUhrEGPU/s1600-h/DSC06701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712838640315298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAj2z8K6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/FxgzUhrEGPU/s320/DSC06701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my best birthdays with you baby. This is our 2nd birthday together and it was just as magical &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(if not more)&lt;/span&gt; as the previous one at the Turquoise Room. However the day turned out, wherever we were and whatever we did, it was just the 2 of us. Felt just like our special time at 9pm. I loved these 2 days and thank you so much for planning it. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAkKT6oDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rRFRhSgcuZc/s1600-h/DSC06714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240712843874705458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrAkKT6oDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rRFRhSgcuZc/s320/DSC06714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 4th of July! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ps: im gg to blog about the part 2 and 3 celebrations with friends soon&lt;/span&gt; after this okay! Love! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-8615200394930212669?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/8615200394930212669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=8615200394930212669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8615200394930212669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/8615200394930212669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/09/20th-birthday-with-baby-part-1.html' title='20th Birthday with baby -part 1'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLrU_bLOCUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/aE5IKMVdpD8/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38913723.post-7305866086377113194</id><published>2008-09-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:21:40.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after first week of work</title><content type='html'>Hello! Im back from the working world for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bumming world so much. Baby says i shall be a TaiTai before 30 so that i can just work a few days a week fer fun or when i need extra $ for shopping and buying his presents. I cant wait okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, work is good and bad. My position is Programme Executive and informally, Physical Play Trainer. My first week has been draining and it doesnt help that i am sick. Fever 3 days, sorethroat n ulcer 5 days then now comes the Flu. Oh yes, first 3 months probabtion entitles me to Zero paid leave. Im stressed out with handling the children and parents for my gym, PE and music classes, stressed out with the lesson preparations/gym equipment moving, admin and meetings ecetera. And my duties are piling up like my snot now. OKAY disgusting thought really. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the children are always a happy part of my everyday and it is an interesting job. I have even tried leading a class of Japanese 2-3 year olds and their parents at The Jap Association&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (bad thing is i might end up having to teach there everyweek. its at ADAM ROAD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly i feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tired after work each day :( Physically mentally and erm voice-ally. This is my first proper full-time job so im gonna stick to it and see how it goes after i settle in. The starting part is always not what we expected and tough right? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the last session of Reggae today. So sad and wasted my money but i just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sleep in after a stressful and lack of sleep week. Im going to blog about &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my Birthday&lt;/span&gt; tml okay! i put all the photos into blogger already last week but that 48 pictures took too long so i didnt blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to sleep thinking about my TaiTai life. Night world&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (actually shopping on online sprees)&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-7305866086377113194?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/7305866086377113194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=7305866086377113194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7305866086377113194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/7305866086377113194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-first-week-of-work.html' title='after first week of work'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-2223612436545581691</id><published>2008-08-30T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:41:58.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the finger-biting</title><content type='html'>im scared. eeks. *bites fingernails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow everything gets even more official with the documents and proper training trying working. The sweet corn soup that i made fer baby &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(plus my family)&lt;/span&gt; and myself did not help soothe my nerves. &lt;s&gt;cause i was not thinking about the job at all until now that baby left my house &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes i really hate changes and new things &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(especially new &lt;strong&gt;jobs&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; because the initial part is always &lt;em&gt;scary/nerve-recking&lt;/em&gt; to me. The worrying what they would think of me, whether i will be able to adapt comfortably and the heart-in-throat feeling.. arrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway,&lt;/em&gt; for the past few days I've been trying hard to sleep early so that the change would be gradual for my bodyclock. The earliest that i managed was yesterday, 430am. Okay, it's 130am now. No tossing and turning please. I shall go sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~thank God for you. i know you'll aways be there to make me feel better (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-2223612436545581691?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/2223612436545581691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=2223612436545581691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2223612436545581691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/2223612436545581691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/08/finger-biting.html' title='the finger-biting'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-6805251002738669774</id><published>2008-08-27T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:39:04.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official full-time job.</title><content type='html'>I guess it is &lt;strong&gt;official&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full-time job as a &lt;em&gt;Fitness Trainer for children&lt;/em&gt;! Im starting this Saturday at 9am. Weekdays 830am thou. How am i going to wake up after 6 months of sleeping at 6am and waking naturally around 3pm? But if i never try, i'll never know right? I know i cant possibly stay at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CO&lt;/span&gt; forever and work as and when i feel like it. &lt;em&gt;Seriously&lt;/em&gt; i plan my schedule according to what time i want to go out with bf and friends, sleep, wake up so i tend to work noon and night shifts only. Yet, i could get a good amount of income each month and go shopping/enjoying whenever i feel like it. See, that's how one gets so jaded about proper jobs and proper resting times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dislike normal hours &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(office hours, sleep early wake early etc)&lt;/span&gt;. i like to be up when everyone's asleep, to sleep in when people go to work, to have my night life feeling fully energized and thinking happily that i can sleep in the following day. Okay maybe im not the only one but i like it to an extreme? :/ i like being able to have my alone time. i like weekdays, especially shopping on weekdays. i dont like the weekend crowds in the malls and public transportation. All the noisy crude ahbengs + ahlians refusing to move back on the buses and stinking up the whole place. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really do love working at Cotton On &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(most of the time)&lt;/span&gt;. Im surely gonna miss my colleagues like &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fidah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sofia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Des&lt;/span&gt; etc :( Im gonna miss waking up late and going to work at 530pm, dressing nicely as if im gg out instead of working. Im gonna miss shopping in my shop while working, buying clothes with high discounts and drinking bubbletea at work. Im gonna miss the latenight chillouts outside 7-11 with alcohol and junkfood. im sad that we didnt get to have the chalet :*( Plan another one please? and invite me and ching okay? i still haven break the news that im leaving because i dont want to just quit like that :((( how? :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im going to make full use of my Thursday and Friday. Im so blogging about my birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AR. Frankly, &lt;em&gt;im scared&lt;/em&gt;. It's my first proper full-time job and im going to be handling kids and parents on my own. Its a new company to me at Sembawang&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; (at the CC)&lt;/span&gt;, a place i rarely go. Baby's going to be working too and my close friends are all working now. Im used to being looked after and pampered :( It's time to really really grow up. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just voicing out my thoughts, not really lamenting la okay. It's a good opportunity and the company seems great. I shall stop being such a wuss and couchpotato/lazyhead and get positive about my new job. At least there are cute kids in my life everyday to make me smile (: Still, you can ask me out fer dinners and stuff okay. Im meeting Yin at causeway point to go Epilator-hunting. See ya! Love! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38913723-6805251002738669774?l=addictiveshir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/feeds/6805251002738669774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38913723&amp;postID=6805251002738669774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6805251002738669774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38913723/posts/default/6805251002738669774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiveshir.blogspot.com/2008/08/official-full-time-job.html' title='Official full-time job.'/><author><name>shir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018118661969724893</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-38913723.post-7542954722302125329</id><published>2008-08-24T04:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:43:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks then Hip Diner's</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fireworks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBipNiQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1na6v61s9IE/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237794826779420738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBipNiQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/1na6v61s9IE/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Ka-boom! Tee-hee. You would have seen this amazing display of fireworks if you were at Esplanade today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before these happened, baby and i went to the Sakura and Cityhall fer a quick dinner first. This is a place he raves about like everytime when he was working at R.City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insisted that i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to try the Tom-Yum soup and fried rice so we ordered Thai fried rice for me, Chicken fried rice w xtra chilli for him, fried wantons and a bowl of Tom-Yum soup to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBipZQqAtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UnvZwCPggoc/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237794829926793938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBipZQqAtI/AAAAAAAAAbY/UnvZwCPggoc/s320/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a cold cold night and a steaming hot bowl of soup right in front of you. *Slllluuurrrpppp! The luxury, sigh. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(did you realize, it's soo cold and rainy every night these days?)&lt;/span&gt; I was a bit unhappy with the wantons because its $4 for 10 and they're rather normal. but oh well, i love the sauce. You guys should try the fried wanton + wanton mee behind Bugis man. All right, so i tried my Thai fried rice and Mr boyfriend was adamant that i was going to whine and want his Chicken fried rice instead. I did, at first. However after a few more bites, i loved my Thai fried rice. Especially when you pour a genrerous amount of soup over it. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to take a picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237793837094857650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhvmrE67I/AAAAAAAAAao/-wI40RVG8kQ/s320/DSC00520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Awesome food on a rainy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he mentioned that it was so nice, you could have an &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;orgasm&lt;/span&gt; eating it. Hence he was trying to show the reallyreally nice/shiok face with the food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237794835544394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBipuL_yjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/R3QKWUMyNoM/s320/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we rushed down to the Esplanade for the yearly fireworks-showcase event &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Sorry Bee, Yin and Dong that we didnt join you guys in town!)&lt;/span&gt;. Today was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;'s showcase. By the time i reached, it was already quite packed and the area nearest to the river &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(?) &lt;/span&gt;was barricade-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for great friends. Ching, Kelvin and 2 other couples were already sitting inside since evening. The best view of the fireworks possible w/o paying the $18 on the other side of the river. Kelvin came in and brought us back w him. It was drizzling and we sat on clean&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(new)&lt;/span&gt; trash bags that they brought (: It was supposed to start at 9pm and we were there around 830pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had 1 hour of this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhvtk7z0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZbrLOk4gUg8/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237793838948142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhvtk7z0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/ZbrLOk4gUg8/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was pretty romantic though (: On the other side of the paying crowd, the emcee was getting the crowd hyped up w performances and countdowns. all we saw was a little boat moving around. haha. Ching and i were jesting that maybe Korea would play the &lt;em&gt;Da Chang Jin&lt;/em&gt; song as the fireworks are erm, working?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhwPAkreI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lRKHoHwI800/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237793847922437602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhwPAkreI/AAAAAAAAAa4/lRKHoHwI800/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is really pretty, like falling rain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhwQaENhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lPjKEmJ7B5M/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237793848297797138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBhwQaENhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lPjKEmJ7B5M/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trying to capture it reaching the water: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBn9TyGqfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Zb_5NVpUoUQ/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237800669611993586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBn9TyGqfI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Zb_5NVpUoUQ/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more, more more! It got a little scary as if the fireworks &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i was thinking firecracker -.-)&lt;/span&gt; were coming nearer downwards at us :x &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgalbtqNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4Z6O-jWBDlA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792376473102546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgalbtqNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4Z6O-jWBDlA/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBga4J8KDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J3hLLVgG-Xw/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792381498828850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBga4J8KDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J3hLLVgG-Xw/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(seriously the time flew by)&lt;/span&gt;, it ended. And the song playing was "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wu la la~ wulala~~~&lt;/span&gt;" I hope you dont need me to tell you where that song came from or what it's about. Haha. Now, isnt it pretty? I feel that fireworks is 1 thing you really &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to be present to enjoy the beauty of it. No matter how good the camera or television screening, you wont feel the impact as it is happening right in front of you. It was raining at the end but nobody left, just cheered on till the very last spurt of firework. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792379720743282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgaxiAuXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DuEf4c6yU7E/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgbI8rihI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eK9DIoiq7xQ/s1600-h/DSC01087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792386006616594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgbI8rihI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eK9DIoiq7xQ/s320/DSC01087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for coming with me since i really wanted to watch it baby (: I know we have more plans to go and we will do them soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Commercial break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was looking for junkfood to eat as usual, and this box of biscuits that my mummy bought caught my eye. She bought it from 1 of those Taiwan fleamarket? nah, just those that they put up at the atrium of some mall. Everything looks fine right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgbRD5y-I/AAAAAAAAAag/bJeb9IZ8tDI/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792388184394722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBgbRD5y-I/AAAAAAAAAag/bJeb9IZ8tDI/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNH1-YkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mE8arQahbqY/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791045680259650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNH1-YkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mE8arQahbqY/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's delicious and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; overflow&lt;/strong&gt; with wonderful &lt;strong&gt;spice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean to be rude, really. But this is fcuking hilarious la! I took 1 glance and i thought maybe this is a special &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; biscuit like for mooncake festival and you eat it together or sth... When i looked closer and it means MOUTH. and they were so sure of their English, they decided to put it all over too! Right at the top of the cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNbuvDQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/x88o3CRHhmI/s1600-h/DSC00457(1)+jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791051018603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNbuvDQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/x88o3CRHhmI/s320/DSC00457(1)+jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. Cute right? It reminded me of the first hotel i went to on my Taiwan trip at the start of the year. I went into the bathtub, and on the side it said &lt;a href="http://shirhurt.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;"Please be Care of Ship and Fall"&lt;/a&gt; . Im not lying, you can click on the link back to my old blog for that particular entry. The image of a ship passing by while im in the bathtub is beyond hilarious still. Haha. Anyway i dont mean to be mean la :( Just curious why they want to put the English there when they're not too sure of the words. And to give it justice, the biscuit tasted not bad. But, they were not Spice of course. Haha. And the biscuit DID NOT look lke the picture at all. No chocolate oozing out from the cookie when you bite. Its just a very dark brown color. The &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; cookie is made of chocolate already. Sorry i forgot i was supposed to be giving it justice. haha. Please go back a few sentences and read the part about the biscuit being nice again ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;End commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Nope, nobody has ever told me that im random)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Outing with my favourite Girls!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791048015416706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNQiuDYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/w9TrkFPFt7U/s320/DSCF7031(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bee, Ching, Yin and i met up for some shopping but mainly to chillout together (: You can easily spot us laughing from a mile away. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a loooooooooooong time choosing where to have our dinner. From Taka to Cine, there ewre just too many distracting pit-stops we had to stop by. When we finally reached Cine, We stopped and pondered about whether to eat dinner, again. Then we started chatting in front of every restaurant and forgot our main topic. Haha. We stopped outside Pastamania finally and queued. When it was almost our turn, i asked the barista &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or crew)&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;may i know what's the soup of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and she replied "&lt;em&gt;oh its &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Minestrone&lt;/span&gt; and Tomato sth soup&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the tomato sth is cause i forgot and not what she said. Then all 4 of us turned on our heel and went in search for another restaurant. tsk. We reached this place at the basement of Cine that sells Chicken. I think it's supposed to be Korean? Ya and we finally sat down after talking nonsense with the workers there. We flipped through the menu fer 5 minutes. Then, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. We stood up, said sorry we changed our mind and went off again. HAH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally finally and the last of all finallys, we settled down at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hip Diner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Tee-hee. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(all the fussing was totally worth it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNdqHrxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-e0JvVotuZw/s1600-h/DSCF7032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791051536117522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNdqHrxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-e0JvVotuZw/s320/DSCF7032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNnWk2OI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RcU1pZOiFUQ/s1600-h/DSCF7034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791054138497250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBfNnWk2OI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/RcU1pZOiFUQ/s320/DSCF7034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, this time we're for real. Ching and i ordered the burgers while Yin ordered the seafood stuff and Bee the Fish and Steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our poison for the night! (:&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; *stomach rumbling now as i blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789705666271570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBd_H5vmVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7Uxw71b33Yc/s320/DSCF7022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBd_H5vmVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7Uxw71b33Yc/s1600-h/DSCF7022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBd_cYe45I/AAAAAAAAAY4/72gL_amYo-Y/s1600-h/DSCF7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789711163909010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBd_cYe45I/AAAAAAAAAY4/72gL_amYo-Y/s320/DSCF7023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops, i missed our starters! A side of onion rings with fries and their soup of the day, cream of Mushroom! YAY! We added the bread thingy too and it was just fantastiqueeee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789717218902882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBd_y8Gw2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/XaApKCzUjXM/s320/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBeAG2iBTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TAe3rqmXtQI/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789722564232498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBeAG2iBTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TAe3rqmXtQI/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My whopping burger! It's filled with egg, bacon, ham chicken thigh and cheddar cheese! I took out all the veg of course! Nah! Bet you're hungry now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBeANFB8CI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/c2wLxbpAV5A/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237789724235657250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBeANFB8CI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/c2wLxbpAV5A/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the side:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMBmrXjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/S3imT2_X-I0/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788827802361394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMBmrXjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/S3imT2_X-I0/s320/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YUM. I think this is by far the Best Burger i've ever tasted! The cheese just sticks to everything and melts in your mouth. The chicken thigh is just nice, tender and juicy. The bacon and ham slightly toasted and the eggs! They're wobbly and needless to mention, has 2 sunny side up! Who cares if i dont like egg yolks? *chomp chomp chomp XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through our meal, ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMTu6Y2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oC3lEVAiE84/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788832668738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMTu6Y2I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oC3lEVAiE84/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my food on the left and Ching's on the right! Haha. and it was HER idea to take the contrasting picture. My messy eater bestie. Lol. Oh ya, we're the 2 with the &lt;em&gt;really weird&lt;/em&gt; eating style. We have to eat everything together like each bite must consist of egg, ham, bacon, chicken, burger... and when we're down to our last bite, every item will have 1 bite of it left. Then, we finish everything and drink the last sip of water we have left and tadah! End of our meal. That's the way to eat man, not fries first or finish 1 then the other. No way. Haha. I dont know if you understand what i mean but if you eat with me often, you'll geddit. Hehs (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, i enjoyed that meal so much. Great food, check! Fast service, check (&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or maybe cause we were busy camwhoring it doesnt matter)&lt;/span&gt;! Great music &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(tts so impt)&lt;/span&gt;, check! Great location and ambience, check! We continue sitting there fer an exra hour plus and they didnt chase us out too (: We people-watched, talk about anything, sang along to the groovy rnb pop rock music and felt &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh-so-contented&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most importantly though, i loved the company (: 8 years of friendship (: We have definitely had our share of Xi3 Nu4 Ai1 and Le4 &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(view photo from left up, down then right up and down again)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMfyTcOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lHbbZRkVVjA/s1600-h/DSCF7040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788835904188642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMfyTcOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lHbbZRkVVjA/s320/DSCF7040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMkq0BYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/E3fGo3EuaRE/s1600-h/DSCF7029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788837214946690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMkq0BYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/E3fGo3EuaRE/s320/DSCF7029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMnPR3fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qvB1aXpP_fU/s1600-h/DSCF7030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237788837904768498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CG4w2dWWiew/SLBdMnPR3fI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qvB1aXpP_fU/s320/DSCF7030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's us with our matching cube earrings (: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(wei Bee yours cant be seen!) &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that, i shall end my crazily long entry. Its 455am now and i havent slept since the night before! Oh ya, i probably cldnt sleep cause i was anxious about another trial session at another of my potential workplace
