<?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-7713789</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:03:54.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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>547</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-267770950999168331</id><published>2010-05-02T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:03:19.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BREAKOUT 2010 - KOREAN EXTREME COMEDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466682190082692834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S92OfPfVVuI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iylmmJZWuOY/s320/BREAKOUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKOUT is based on a story of prisoners breaking out of prison and finding shelter with some nuns and nurses in a convent. Featuring a cast of top quality performers including some of Korea's leading b-boys, BREAKOUT has been played to rave reviews internationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a funny &amp;amp; very entertaining show. Each prisoner has its very own unique character &amp;amp; I'm sure each one left a great impression in each audience's mind. Love their dance moves &amp;amp; amuzing acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHICAGO THE MUSICAL&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466681162189779378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S92NjaSkMbI/AAAAAAAAA_g/4QJyAGZbEpU/s320/CHICAGO.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;CHICAGO tells the tale of Roxie Hart -- a nightclub dancer who dreams of heading in Vaudeville -- who kills her lover and then convinces her husband to come up with the $5000 to hire Chicago’s shrewdest, smooth-talking lawyer, Billy Flynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this show. The whole show is very sexy, singing &amp;amp; dancing are awesome! Definitely love their voices. I didnt watch the movie so was pretty lost when I watched it initially. The singing, dancing &amp;amp; the music produced live by the maestro is just perfect. Oh &amp;amp; did I mention when the shiny pieces dropped down from the ceiling during the "Razzle Dazzle", oh... makes it "Razzle Dazzle".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-267770950999168331?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/267770950999168331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=267770950999168331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/267770950999168331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/267770950999168331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#267770950999168331' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/S92OfPfVVuI/AAAAAAAAA_o/iylmmJZWuOY/s72-c/BREAKOUT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2231217257823731233</id><published>2010-02-18T13:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:08:31.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going through my past entries and realised that I didn't blogged about CNY 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! I've always enjoyed this season, not only because I get lots of ang paos but also a time for family gatherings. This year's CNY was even more special. My aunt &amp;amp; her family from Australia were here to celebrate CNY with us. As far as I can remember, it's the first time experiencing this. A reunion dinner &amp;amp; out to 拜年 with the full force. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is also my first time having our reunion dinner out of the house, at a restaurant. Had our reunion dinner at Prima Revolving Restaurant. Am glad that we chose the earlier session which was at 5.30pm because when we came out abt 8pm, the second group (starts at 8.30pm) had difficulties finding a parking lot &amp;amp; getting up to the restaurant. Us getting down the building is not a problem, at least it's climbing down 9 storeys. Imagine you, all well dressed, climbing up 9 storeys? I'll be pissed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441822318321255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U8kQZUwxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/mfleMH6X_6E/s320/IMG_9489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441822311561483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U8j3Nq1kI/AAAAAAAAA-I/0hleHs5No0o/s320/IMG_3894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441822330690011858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U8k-eRAtI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/EZLpTFQsh0Q/s320/IMG_3918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back, did some packing, did my mum's, sis's &amp;amp; my nails (nt rich enuff to spend $$ on that yet), decorate the pussy willow, watched the ch 8 countdown variety show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;初一&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As per normal routine, went to pray ah gong, 二舅 hse, before meeting the rest at ah ma hse for lunch. From there 5 cars went off to 1st Grand Uncle place. One of my fave place coz there's fa cai &amp;amp; vegetarian vegetables. Yum! Then to Lao Zhek place, 2nd Grand Aunt place, Small Grand Uncle place. Final stop will be back to my ah ma place for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441823548601904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U9r3jFrbI/AAAAAAAAA-g/FtHpwMUEdBo/s320/IMG_9562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441823555347135266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U9sQrRuyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MpT70G9L7Rk/s320/IMG_6872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;初二&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L came to our place to 拜年 early morn coz we need to set off to my 小舅 hse. Our first visit to 小舅 new hse. LOVE IT! Not only it's huge but the whole decoration was fabulous. I thought we were in a chalet, botanical garden. haha.. I should say is much better than chalet. I think pictures shall do the talkings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441825949214042050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U_3mhn58I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ebZa8hDEuIw/s320/IMG_9593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441825900963345922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U_0yxwtgI/AAAAAAAAA-4/LT6QsQ6avZg/s320/IMG_9590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441825887868410898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U_0B_r3BI/AAAAAAAAA-w/MLpkRi9oJlc/s320/IMG_6901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441825935702872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U_20MT0mI/AAAAAAAAA_I/4Yl2uZNoa-M/s320/IMG_7037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441825918035319330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U_1yYCWiI/AAAAAAAAA_A/AbGhnfzPi_Q/s320/IMG_9611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there, my family + L, 四姨, Eddie, Yongquan &amp;amp; Peiqing, 小舅family went to &amp;amp; 大舅母 &amp;amp; 二姨 hse 拜年. 小舅 together with us going to 拜年 (unusal comby). Xiaoqing family met us there. It was quite a rush hse visiting in the late morning coz all of us are to be at my 三姨 place for lunch at 1.30pm. Another weird comby, 三姨 &amp;amp; 三姨丈 decided to join all of us to 大姨 hse to 拜年. Went to Loyang Temple. It was crazy!!! So many people, so much smoke! Goodness. I wonder if those people do know how to hold their joss sticks properly. They can burn people anytime. By the time we were out of the temple, we were covered in ashes. Went back home for a shower &amp;amp; head out to KFC for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;初三&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to L's place to 拜年. Had my 2nd lao yusheng with his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the long weekends, I didnt have the mood to go back to work. The holidays are too short! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Feb is coming to an end, March is even worse, no public holidays. Sobz. Why can't they be like schools? While they have school holidays, we shall have work holidays. Alrite.. I shall have it in my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7713789-2231217257823731233?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2231217257823731233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2231217257823731233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2231217257823731233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2231217257823731233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2231217257823731233' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/S4U8kQZUwxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/mfleMH6X_6E/s72-c/IMG_9489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-450232953607823354</id><published>2009-10-10T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:09:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/StAkZu9NSmI/AAAAAAAAA94/6yTkUy4GdIg/s1600-h/IMG_7414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390848778482567778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/StAkZu9NSmI/AAAAAAAAA94/6yTkUy4GdIg/s320/IMG_7414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to Yongquan &amp;amp; Peiqing! It was their big day last sat. After all the preparations, we are all glad that everything went well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 5am, reached Peiqing's place at 6.40am. I thought I'll be the 1st jie mei to reach but Yifang beat me to it. Peiqing passed us our hairbands &amp;amp; hand corsages. Her make up artist came soon after &amp;amp; dad is on action, started videoing the activities we had in the morning. The 4 jie meis arrived &amp;amp; we started to plan our "tekaning of groom" process. Horns were heard at 7.30am. Everyone on standby, ready to welcome the groom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say that we were easy on the groom &amp;amp; 兄弟s. For the 1st task, they were asked to do were to use their toes to take out the tiles to form 大四喜 from a pail filled with ice &amp;amp; water(freaking cold). 2nd task, we were so kind &amp;amp; nice enough to let them have something cold to eat/drink since they were all sweating. We gave them 4 different flavours of ice cream specially made by us. Ice cream 1 (Vinegar + Lemon). Ice cream 2 (Rose Syrup + Ribena). Ice cream 3 (Bittergourd Juice). Ice cream 4 (Wasabi &amp;amp; Chilli Padi). As expected, they only ate half &amp;amp; threw away the other half. We did't have much time to play &amp;amp; ask for more ang paos, so we let them in at 8am. They thought it was over but just before he can see his bride, Yongquan was asked to read out a love contract in german (he has no idea how to read in german). In order to let him understand what he had read (he needs to know cause he has to make sure he keeps his promise), we made him read the same contract but in english, loud &amp;amp; clear for everyone to hear. Yonquan finally gets to see Peiqing after he signed the love contract. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As per normal wedding, the couple pray ancestors, tea ceremony &amp;amp; off we go to the groom's place. We were on time &amp;amp; there were still time to spare when we reach there so the couple &amp;amp; jie meis were slacking, chit chatting, enjoying the air con in the room. The weather was a killer. So hot. Jie meis didnt have much things to do over there, so we just sat down, waiting for the tea ceremony to finish &amp;amp; moved on to the couple's new house. Took some shots over there. Next stop was back to bride's home to eat the dessert. Eddie gave the couple a surprise with cupcakes with their name on them. From there, the couple left for their outdoor photoshoot. Jie meis were dismissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The timing was very rush. We reached home about 1plus, bathe, make up artist arrived, John &amp;amp; Eddie came to bring the guzheng down to hotel first. Make up artist started on sis &amp;amp; mum first since they need to reach the hotel first to prepare for the guzheng performance. The make up artist spent quite some time on me &amp;amp; I was slightly late when I reach the hotel by 15mins. Everything was such a rush that I lost track of time. Was helping at the reception &amp;amp; all of us didnt know that the dinner was about to start till the couple were on standby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The couple had the hotel to serve the guests mooncake &amp;amp; with combination of live guzheng performance by sis since it so happens that it was mid autumn festival. Something unique. The first few dishes were alright but when coming towards the end, it started to get quite bad. The dinner ended rather late at about 11pm. While Peiqing was thanking me &amp;amp; hugging me, emotions overwhelmed me &amp;amp; I almost cried. She's one of my closest cousin. So happy that she's happily married, embarking another new journey. We only left the hotel at 12.15am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to my dearest 表姐夫 &amp;amp; 表姐!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390848786681208658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/StAkaNf6n1I/AAAAAAAAA-A/w5RIH7J-LZI/s320/IMG_7401.JPG" border="0" /&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/7713789-450232953607823354?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/450232953607823354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=450232953607823354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/450232953607823354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/450232953607823354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#450232953607823354' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/StAkZu9NSmI/AAAAAAAAA94/6yTkUy4GdIg/s72-c/IMG_7414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7210305898069807728</id><published>2009-09-29T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:06:47.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught the F1 Singapore on Friday for the practice rounds. It was a fantastic experience. The roaring sounds from the racing cars were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went straight after class &amp;amp; met Eddie at Raffles City. Weather was hot &amp;amp; humid. We roamed around the place to find if there's any interesting stuffs. Wanted to get ourselves the complimentary tattoos but the queue was very long &amp;amp; given the long walk to our seats, we gave up the tattoos &amp;amp; headed to our seats to catch the practice round 1. The walk from Raffles City to our seats was quite a distant. With the many overhead bridges, it definitely didnt make our lives easier. The sign boards werent that friendly either. Thanks to the ushers, we found our gate &amp;amp; our seats. Just in time for the 1st practice round at 6pm. Ear plugs on, cameras in action &amp;amp; here we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st practice session ended at 7.30pm. We bought our dinner (chicken rice &amp;amp; grilled fish rice) at $8 each! The food tasted horrible. Maybe worth for a $1 meal. Oh well, we were hungry &amp;amp; no other choice seems to be around. Then came John &amp;amp; Xiao Qing jie jie. They managed to catch the last 30mins of the 1st practice round. We hang around the area before we head back to our seats for the 2nd practice session. Now the lights were all on. Nice. Called back home to let mum &amp;amp; sis listen the roars of the cars. Dad was in USA so he didnt manage to hear. Called L also. It was too noisy to hear them talking. I just dialled, hello &amp;amp; let them hear. It was kinda boring for us after awhile because everything was just repeating. The cars go round &amp;amp; round. Not much crashes or anything. ~yawns~ Started to snap random shots. Ended at 11pm &amp;amp; left the place. Had a nice cooling slurpee from 7-11 to end my night. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386921221223299394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIwT0AHOUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/U9nt-FF-2zk/s400/F1+25+Sep+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7210305898069807728?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7210305898069807728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7210305898069807728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7210305898069807728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7210305898069807728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#7210305898069807728' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIwT0AHOUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/U9nt-FF-2zk/s72-c/F1+25+Sep+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-248571981026209453</id><published>2009-09-29T22:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:35:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pei Ching jie jie is getting married soon &amp;amp; I'm going to be one of her jie meis. 1st time. So exciting. &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;Had our 1st jie mei + bride-to-be meeting on 5th Sep. Discussed about the games to be carried out on the big day. Ideas came up pretty fast. Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the Hen's Party on 19th Sep. We had a cooking session. We learnt how to cook a few dishes at the teacher's house. Divided 7 of us into 2 teams, cooking 3 dishes each. It was fun, a chance for us (or rather me) to interact with the rest cause I know none of them before hand. We spent almost 2 hours cooking. Long ah. After which, the teacher &amp;amp; her assistants served us our dinner from the appetizer to the dessert (all cooked by us). The session was fun, tiring &amp;amp; delicious. The food we cooked turned out quite nice. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386899808412667170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIc1bEOjSI/AAAAAAAAA74/HBW6TGW6IXc/s400/Pei+Ching%27s+Hen+Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386900737575584130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIdrgd7gYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/w5Ys8eZXnhI/s320/IMG_6946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386900749652856802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIdsNdYD-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/j5Xg09h6sjw/s320/IMG_6948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386900758488427890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIdsuX8LXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/McB-k569Oek/s320/IMG_6949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prawn Dumpling Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386900766320549330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIdtLjQ3dI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/arrjK_-soMg/s320/IMG_6955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Steamed Tofu with Herbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905438100278402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIh9HSWTII/AAAAAAAAA9A/Vlp01wsIy-s/s320/IMG_6956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caramalised Lotus Roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905447846119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIh9rl8CAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CuWZpSh6Nr8/s320/IMG_6957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steamed Fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905459857198050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIh-YVmi-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/OVJGfNX-ngM/s320/IMG_6959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lijian Chicken with Cucumber and Bell Pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905469863866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIh-9nYMNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wVG4856hjvg/s320/IMG_6960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sticky Rice with Mango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386905477471440226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIh_Z9KjWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/BgUXuRLSS_s/s320/IMG_6962.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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pei Ching jie jie's Dowry was on the 20th Sep. Mum wanted to learn so my family went along. It was interesting but the things that need to prepare are troublesome. Videoed &amp;amp; took photos of the whole process. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386913131857807778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIo88xFiaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/rwlMFnjyUQs/s400/Pei+Ching%27s+Dowry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-248571981026209453?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/248571981026209453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=248571981026209453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/248571981026209453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/248571981026209453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#248571981026209453' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIc1bEOjSI/AAAAAAAAA74/HBW6TGW6IXc/s72-c/Pei+Ching%27s+Hen+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-5285708030518989081</id><published>2009-09-29T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:34:08.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many things to blog, so many pictures to update. But I've just been procrastinating and soon I find myself too lazy to post long entries. In anycase, I shall stop the procrastination and start blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th Sep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a mini birthday celebration with my family, san yi family &amp;amp; si yi. Dad was supposed to fly to USA for work on that day but he changed he schedule for me! woohoo! We had bbq at our place. Nice weather. Thanks for the presents. New pen, fake eyelash, vouchers &amp;amp; cash. Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386887205511951554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIRX1mi9MI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qTXLJ08RU-M/s320/Huixian+%26+Jingwei+Bdae+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Fiona, Zheng Long, Frankie, Diana, Mike &amp;amp; Siang Wee for dinner at Aston @ The Picturehouse. 2nd birthday cake for me. Thanks for the present. Love them. More Vouchers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386889253785843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsITPEBGN7I/AAAAAAAAA6g/L5BdJ3dM5ck/s320/Huixian+%26+Jingwei+Bdae+20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with family, si yi &amp;amp; L at a Korean restaurant at Mosque Street. Just a simple dinner &amp;amp; I didnt want to have any more cake cutting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386890612199163554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIUeIgEhqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/VKkcXzSffZM/s320/IMG_6726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386890622416995378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIUeukMRDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7TVc3hUsAuM/s320/IMG_6727.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386890631862576034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIUfRwMY6I/AAAAAAAAA64/fwtp99sUrig/s320/IMG_6728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386890640731398962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIUfyyr4zI/AAAAAAAAA7A/7HJV8EmaaWk/s320/IMG_6729.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386890652706214050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIUgfZtEKI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DaAgyc8Hu5Q/s320/IMG_6734.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386892497017714466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIWL1_1NyI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/P2suOrktesc/s320/IMG_6735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386892507053838018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIWMbYoTsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5Gh9nZzGV_s/s320/IMG_6738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386892512914256450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIWMxN3MkI/AAAAAAAAA7g/j9UmCDkzhVM/s320/IMG_6739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Presents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386892523540866274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIWNYzcZOI/AAAAAAAAA7o/qT9iRnCV688/s320/IMG_6745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my haircourse, Jas &amp;amp; I walk around before we meet Tobbie, Wenhao, L, Zhonglue for dinner at Ion Swensens to celebrate Tobbie's birthday. The combination was kinda weird but all went well. =) After my first encounter with Ion Swensens, 1 for 1 buffet ice cream, I became smart, &amp;amp; started my strategic method of eating the ice creams to make it worth. yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Ion Swensens, I just hope that I've not grown any extra fats after my 3 consecutive weeks of Swensens 1 for 1 buffet ice cream. Yes. 3 consecutive weeks! Sinful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7713789-5285708030518989081?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5285708030518989081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=5285708030518989081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5285708030518989081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5285708030518989081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5285708030518989081' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SsIRX1mi9MI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qTXLJ08RU-M/s72-c/Huixian+%26+Jingwei+Bdae+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-1686823789232980734</id><published>2009-07-26T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:09:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SmvwwreJ6DI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xd-Zn_Dfem8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362644500408297522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SmvwwreJ6DI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xd-Zn_Dfem8/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had dinner on Friday after work with colleagues again. "The Snow White and the 6 Dwarfs". Had Ban Mian, Mee Sua, etc at Roxy Square. It was super yummy. Lots of ingredients. We thought hey since Kelli's birthday is round the corner, why not help her celebrate in advance instead? We surprised her with a self decorated blueberry cheesecake and a lovely card filled with all our well wishes. As usual, our conversation always gets so interesting and hilarious when we come to our common topic of he who shall not be name. That conversation can just last us for 2hours plus. We had a wonderful dinner yet again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362645278095462706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Smvxd8lOUTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/q4XWGAEpsUY/s320/Dinner+at+Aston.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I thought I would just like to upload some pics of us having dinner at Aston last friday. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1686823789232980734?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1686823789232980734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1686823789232980734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1686823789232980734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1686823789232980734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1686823789232980734' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SmvwwreJ6DI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xd-Zn_Dfem8/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-121971186345793381</id><published>2009-07-21T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:19:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Friday was Belle's last day of work. Isn't that fast? Less one person to chat, gossip, have lunch with, snacking with. Sad. Anyway, a few of us (Belle, Jankin, Constance, George, Gaius, Aris and I) took a bus and went to Joo Chiat for dinner. We didnt have our dinner till about 8pm where we settled down at Aston Specialties. Yep, we went hopping from one restaurant to another. Wanted to go to Stone Grill but it wasnt there. Went to Naive but realise it serves no meat and the guys were complaining. Went to Aston Prime but was closed and shifted to Centrepoint. Finally Aston Specialties. Crossed streets, walked up and down the streets till we were so hungry. It was a nice meal as we all had an enjoyable gossiping and chit chatting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360917205336912834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SmXNy35i88I/AAAAAAAAA54/balYh12J_bc/s320/Meet+up+with+Little+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to meet up with my Little Family at Marina Square. Caught the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. As expected after reading and hearing all the reviews, the movie didnt have any climax. It was just about romance, a little humour here and there. Other than that, nothing. The 2.5 hours movie almost killed my legs. Half the time I didnt know where or how to place my legs. Either way it just felt uncomfortable. Had an early dinner at MOF. My first time there. Had Bimbimbap Hot Stone, dragon roll, sushi and dessert to share. Yummy. *slup slup* Left for shopping with the girls after dinner and we started going crazy, suggesting bling bling clothes for our dear SWEETing to wear. haha. We combed the shops in a short period of time and had nowhere else to head to. Ended up at Killiney for some drinks (or rather a 2nd round meal for 2) to chill. Fun fun fun. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-121971186345793381?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/121971186345793381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=121971186345793381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/121971186345793381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/121971186345793381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#121971186345793381' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SmXNy35i88I/AAAAAAAAA54/balYh12J_bc/s72-c/Meet+up+with+Little+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-1070808415558603323</id><published>2009-07-15T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:49:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sl2X_UePmaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yMt8I6zTHhU/s1600-h/Hate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358606245723871650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sl2X_UePmaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yMt8I6zTHhU/s320/Hate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sl2XfHHoAWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/mlLRYU-WkdU/s1600-h/Hate.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate Tony. I hate listening to Tony. I really do. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1070808415558603323?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1070808415558603323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1070808415558603323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1070808415558603323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1070808415558603323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1070808415558603323' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sl2X_UePmaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yMt8I6zTHhU/s72-c/Hate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7974748908368713406</id><published>2009-07-12T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:10:45.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just feeling grumpy, upset, irritated, anything feeling that is negative right now, this instant, this moment, this minute, this second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7974748908368713406?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7974748908368713406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7974748908368713406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7974748908368713406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7974748908368713406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7974748908368713406' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-7360968471295695768</id><published>2009-07-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:19:41.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sli5VZc_fhI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kbNMMa31NLg/s1600-h/kenny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357235534018084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sli5VZc_fhI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kbNMMa31NLg/s320/kenny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had a wonderful lunch ytd with my colleagues at Kenny Rogers. It was just a great feeling to have a peaceful meal with much laughters, with no rush to work (for me &amp;amp; george for that matter). Let's have another nice dinner this friday. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357237117881553186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sli6xlzeESI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-ll422dcJls/s320/SNC00260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BumbleBee!!! Helped L with the transforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357237534228984626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sli7J00bszI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Ir4KAkiUTek/s320/SNC00262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;L's &amp;amp; my dinner for tonight. We were too full to have a proper dinner, so we bought a mixture of small portion of different varieties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7360968471295695768?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7360968471295695768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7360968471295695768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7360968471295695768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7360968471295695768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7360968471295695768' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sli5VZc_fhI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kbNMMa31NLg/s72-c/kenny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-4704174188061135415</id><published>2009-07-09T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:49:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SlX4FSkCocI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gR0kDNjoA4U/s1600-h/Ice+Age+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356460101593113026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SlX4FSkCocI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gR0kDNjoA4U/s320/Ice+Age+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the 3D version with Jankin &amp;amp; Constance at Lido. My 1st time watching a 3D movie, pretty awesome just that with the 3D glasses on, it wasn't that comfortable. It was a hilarious movie, love the parts on pregnancy, shouting of pineapples, peaches (all sorts of fruits) to signal for labour, long eye lashes flapping up and down in slow motion like a brush, the silliness of Sid. Ooh and I love the baby Mammoth (Peaches) &amp;amp; the 3 T-Rex babies. So adorable. =) The movie was so amusing that Constance choke while laughing. Haha. &lt;/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;We had our lunch at Shaw since we had our $10 voucher to be used before it expires today at some Japanese restaurant. And it was so cheap cause Constance &amp;amp; I shared a large meal while Jankin ate that same meal alone. Apparently he finished all up and still had "space" for desserts. We went to Takashimaya to buy Cinnamon melts from McDonalds and drinks for our movie. After which, decided to head to Far East Plaza to do some window shopping. Again, bought some snacks and we ended our day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I'm going broke soon. I've been doing online shopping recently and just this sat, I was like shopping non stop? Let's see. I bought a cardholder from kinokuniya, Confession of Shopaholic DVD (finally owned it. waited for so long), a watch, bath shower from Sasa. And L was suppose to be the one doing his shopping for belt. Anyway my parents saved my life for that evening cause I was wearing my new sandals and my ankles hurt like nobody business. Both ankles had cuts, can't walk properly. So glad they went to Suntec for dinner if not I'll be like dragging my feet all the way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my boss asked me to try to translate their book from english to chinese. I was like, "serious?" I told him I'll try but I knew I couldnt do it. I have not written chinese (excluding cards) for 6 years. I don't read chinese story books or newspapers. Anything that is printed in Chinese, I'll just avoid. And so I tried. Translating one sentence is bad enough. My other colleagues had no clue as well. The translations that came out from us were singlish? perhaps only make sense to young children who have just started learning new words. I tried 3 paragraphs and showed boss. I told him, "Just don't faint." He showed other managers. They were laughing. Haha. I don't even know what I'm translating. Finally, he gave me another task to do. Phew. It was just a mistake to let me translate. Totally can't make it. Lolx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4704174188061135415?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4704174188061135415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4704174188061135415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4704174188061135415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4704174188061135415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#4704174188061135415' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SlX4FSkCocI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gR0kDNjoA4U/s72-c/Ice+Age+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8636824694245395381</id><published>2009-06-29T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:09:35.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352749148708186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SkjI_ZyGqOI/AAAAAAAAA5A/nMxCrxxdtT8/s320/TF2SteelPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; An awesome movie. An action packed movie. With the good graphics and effects, it made this 2.5 hours movie just like a 1.5 hours movie. Was confused initially but the continuous fighting scenes kept me glued to the screen. Love to see them transforming. Occasional humours spice things up a little. A movie that I enjoyed greatly. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8636824694245395381?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8636824694245395381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8636824694245395381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8636824694245395381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8636824694245395381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8636824694245395381' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SkjI_ZyGqOI/AAAAAAAAA5A/nMxCrxxdtT8/s72-c/TF2SteelPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3006170609176776069</id><published>2009-06-14T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:01:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNYfZd8iV2k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNYfZd8iV2k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby panda's sneeze gave it's dad or mum a HUGE scare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3006170609176776069?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3006170609176776069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3006170609176776069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3006170609176776069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3006170609176776069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3006170609176776069' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-2598393334504431766</id><published>2009-06-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:49:41.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's roommate, Julie, was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his roommate and this only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just roommates." About a week later, Julie came to John and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love, John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read: Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Julie, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Julie. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson of the day: Don't Lie To Your Mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2598393334504431766?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2598393334504431766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2598393334504431766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2598393334504431766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2598393334504431766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2598393334504431766' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-4161310626654110176</id><published>2009-06-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:40:12.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4161310626654110176?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4161310626654110176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4161310626654110176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4161310626654110176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4161310626654110176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4161310626654110176' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-8943988574614939611</id><published>2009-06-06T16:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:05:41.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was packing and came across some stuffs. I still keep all these. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiovgxExa_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CgmV8UNDlk4/s1600-h/SNC00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136147804187634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiovgxExa_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CgmV8UNDlk4/s320/SNC00166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Done by my darling Bin. Border is the names of our sec 4A classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136340455130226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Siovr-wVhHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wGa61toW2Ac/s320/SNC00167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Done by Guan Hui. The different character we have in "The Little Family". Now then I remember I'm the "nurse". I thought I was only the "Daughter-in-law". Lolx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136507156665058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Siov1rxFEuI/AAAAAAAAA4g/gGADwyYoR04/s320/SNC00169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Done by "The Little Family". It was sort of a 'card' for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136627624134978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Siov8siwyUI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CuVi3AWXflY/s320/SNC00174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done by Diana &amp;amp; Hui Ying. It was just out of the blue. So sweet. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344136749184508274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiowDxZA4XI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ftGHKXrYhMI/s320/SNC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done by DBA1B21. All the birthday wishes from my poly year 1 classmates. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8943988574614939611?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8943988574614939611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8943988574614939611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8943988574614939611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8943988574614939611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#8943988574614939611' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiovgxExa_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CgmV8UNDlk4/s72-c/SNC00166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2344875519309653663</id><published>2009-06-05T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:50:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SikJit0ibxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/le4srOYDjnI/s1600-h/SNC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343812924871962386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SikJit0ibxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/le4srOYDjnI/s320/SNC00144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah! Sims 3 is finally here! Jas, Sis and I were so excited about it. Looking forward to this day. Jas and I went over to PS after our last paper, hopefully to get our Sims 3 (standard edition) but it's not on sale till next day (3rd June). Oh manz. So disappointed. So next day, mum, sis n I went to eastpoint to buy but we were told that it was not out! ?!?!?!?! cannot be! It said so in the website that the standard edition will be out on 3rd. ?!?!?! so left contact number with them. And yeah!! they called later in the afternoon. We owned our sims 3 that evening. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343813074879943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SikJrcpOlFI/AAAAAAAAA4I/asknU3mvihE/s320/SNC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A snapshot of my girl going for work. I love the sims people, think my girl look so pretty. But sims 3 is much more difficult to play, very different from sims 2. But still, who cares, I'm still playing sims 3 everyday. Still exploring all the stuffs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2344875519309653663?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2344875519309653663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2344875519309653663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2344875519309653663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2344875519309653663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2344875519309653663' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SikJit0ibxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/le4srOYDjnI/s72-c/SNC00144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2527043301194213449</id><published>2009-06-03T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:04:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Tampines Mall's Mini Toons the other day and they have this offer. $10 for a "lucky" box which worth $30 to $100. Sis and I bought one each. We got about the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343008372918105954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiYtzoO4t2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/AUREhkR69Cw/s320/SNC00128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343008555304675170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiYt-PrO52I/AAAAAAAAA3w/rP7gfDcMlFE/s320/SNC00129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343008817098885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiYuNe71inI/AAAAAAAAA34/wi7LSakp9PA/s320/SNC00134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So exciting to see what's inside. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2527043301194213449?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2527043301194213449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2527043301194213449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2527043301194213449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2527043301194213449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2527043301194213449' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiYtzoO4t2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/AUREhkR69Cw/s72-c/SNC00128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-687469979212504249</id><published>2009-05-30T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:35:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiDTi4p2kyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/irlmfqHPyik/s1600-h/archie600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341501754338349858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiDTi4p2kyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/irlmfqHPyik/s320/archie600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341501804009722578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiDTlxsbktI/AAAAAAAAA3g/x--4ZMvdhg8/s320/archie+marry+veronica.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 65 years, Archie has decided to end the triangle relationship between Veronica, Betty and himself. After Archie comics announced the proposal, Archie got down to his knees and asked Veronica for her hand, leaving Betty in tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading Archie since I was in primary school and I've accepted the fact that Archie always has 2 amazing girlfriends of totally different characters. Never did I expect Archie to choose one between them. After all, he always has trouble keeping both of the relationships well and not forgetting his indecisiveness. Who knows, after this proposal to Veronica, he may just disappear on their wedding day and be a run away groom. Then Veronica will be so mad. Haha.. In this way, there will be more interesting story for future releases. &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/7713789-687469979212504249?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/687469979212504249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=687469979212504249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/687469979212504249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/687469979212504249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#687469979212504249' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SiDTi4p2kyI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/irlmfqHPyik/s72-c/archie600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-911623978144595365</id><published>2009-05-22T22:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:55:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sha1tvvJMAI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NNx4UCNt8_g/s1600-h/autobiography+of+a+one+yr+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338654205807243266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sha1tvvJMAI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NNx4UCNt8_g/s320/autobiography+of+a+one+yr+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A highly entertaining account written from the point of view of a one year old (an extremely articulate one year old), as they explore the absurdities of the world, discovering how to walk, swim and manipulate parents. Other topics that come under discussion are parents, nursery rhymes, colds, crying and ... poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting stuff I found in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rock-a-bye Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the treetop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the wind blows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cradle will rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the bough breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cradle will fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down will come baby, cradle and all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 1: What on earth is the cradle doing in the tree in the first place? What kindof psycho parent is going to lovingly nestle a baby in a cradle, then climb up a tree with it and leave it there? And, note, not just anywhere in the tree, but right up to the treetop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point 2: When the cradle is in the treetop, what starts happening? The wind starts blowing. You might think that even the cruelest parent would feel just a bit remorseful and climb back up the tree and rescue said baby. But no. Oh, no. Quite the opposite. The parent self-evidently just sits it out and waits for things to go from bad to badder. What happens next is that the bough breaks. Now, I know for a fact that a wind has to be pretty damn powerful to break a bough, especially a bough that is strong enough to have carried the weight of a cradle and a baby in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have even think of those points when you first read your nursery rhymes?&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/7713789-911623978144595365?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/911623978144595365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=911623978144595365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/911623978144595365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/911623978144595365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#911623978144595365' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/Sha1tvvJMAI/AAAAAAAAA2o/NNx4UCNt8_g/s72-c/autobiography+of+a+one+yr+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-590171807492062461</id><published>2009-05-18T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:25:23.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/ShF9GBIwBTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/eE-8eyGMoMs/s1600-h/SNC00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337184575748572466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/ShF9GBIwBTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/eE-8eyGMoMs/s320/SNC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Cuddles is more hardworking than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-590171807492062461?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/590171807492062461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=590171807492062461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/590171807492062461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/590171807492062461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#590171807492062461' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/ShF9GBIwBTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/eE-8eyGMoMs/s72-c/SNC00053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-5527515689692221874</id><published>2009-04-07T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:17:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SdteKqH0hbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wm9HeCEvhiQ/s1600-h/Confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950921867167154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SdteKqH0hbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wm9HeCEvhiQ/s320/Confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Confessions of a Shopaholic &amp;amp; I enjoyed it so much. It's hilarious. Love the movie except that the actor for Luke Brandon's character, totally not what I've pictured in my head. Mine is much good looking, neater and cleaner in a sense? Love her cupboard full of shoes, clothes which explodes out of her cupboard. And definitely, loving Rebecca Bloomwood. Her dancing in Miami was sure interesting and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A definite no for guys unless you are a shopaholic but then think they'll fall aslp inside, with no clue. Is a chick flick after all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-5527515689692221874?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5527515689692221874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=5527515689692221874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5527515689692221874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5527515689692221874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5527515689692221874' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SdteKqH0hbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Wm9HeCEvhiQ/s72-c/Confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-1527455084186345144</id><published>2009-04-01T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:34:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cu&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te Little Girl Singing on the Ellen Degeneres Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPHxXRhJIpw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPHxXRhJIpw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply adorable. This can just brighten up someone's day. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1527455084186345144?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1527455084186345144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1527455084186345144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1527455084186345144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1527455084186345144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1527455084186345144' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-946260588558697107</id><published>2009-03-24T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:15:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Scjq5OUSRBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/mtdIljKeEKw/s1600-h/scared+at+night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316757628927493138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Scjq5OUSRBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/mtdIljKeEKw/s320/scared+at+night.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being scared doesnt seems to push me.. what will push me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-946260588558697107?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/946260588558697107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=946260588558697107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/946260588558697107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/946260588558697107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#946260588558697107' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/Scjq5OUSRBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/mtdIljKeEKw/s72-c/scared+at+night.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3167241785834232029</id><published>2009-03-19T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:13:44.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/ScH-c9JkloI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WmCh92xR3T4/s1600-h/job+interview.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314808808678397570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/ScH-c9JkloI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WmCh92xR3T4/s320/job+interview.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The point of an interview is not to demonstrate who you are, but to pretend to be whatever sort of person they want for the job. That's why they call it "interview technique".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3167241785834232029?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3167241785834232029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3167241785834232029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3167241785834232029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3167241785834232029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3167241785834232029' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/ScH-c9JkloI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WmCh92xR3T4/s72-c/job+interview.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-6173154920953889151</id><published>2009-03-10T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:07:52.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SbXnJrg72vI/AAAAAAAAA2A/CJDKk5A51uM/s1600-h/marley+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311405489039071986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SbXnJrg72vI/AAAAAAAAA2A/CJDKk5A51uM/s320/marley+n+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An enjoyable movie with plenty of laughs and plenty of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- John Grogan&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/7713789-6173154920953889151?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6173154920953889151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6173154920953889151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6173154920953889151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6173154920953889151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6173154920953889151' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SbXnJrg72vI/AAAAAAAAA2A/CJDKk5A51uM/s72-c/marley+n+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2729726830595589829</id><published>2009-03-07T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:42:02.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SbKFQC0GVzI/AAAAAAAAA14/QgFzwPTupuQ/s1600-h/ppl+rushing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310453421303027506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SbKFQC0GVzI/AAAAAAAAA14/QgFzwPTupuQ/s320/ppl+rushing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always refer to Singaporeans as people who are always in a rush, never had time to do this and that. Always rushing, trying to overtake people. But when we try to slow down the pace, people who are still not reducing their pace will be grumbling why are these people so slow. So when can we achieve the slower pace? Or will we ever slow down our pace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2729726830595589829?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2729726830595589829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2729726830595589829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2729726830595589829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2729726830595589829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2729726830595589829' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SbKFQC0GVzI/AAAAAAAAA14/QgFzwPTupuQ/s72-c/ppl+rushing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-4768732489883047005</id><published>2009-03-03T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:43:04.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are uploading too slow into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Concentrate Concentrate.... qouted by Mr Cheng&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/7713789-4768732489883047005?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4768732489883047005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4768732489883047005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4768732489883047005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4768732489883047005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4768732489883047005' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-1684618438780652550</id><published>2009-02-20T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:44:40.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SZ6_oENmncI/AAAAAAAAA1w/xaXdJswmS6s/s1600-h/garfield+slp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304888106135494082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SZ6_oENmncI/AAAAAAAAA1w/xaXdJswmS6s/s320/garfield+slp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been having trouble falling asleep lately. Tossing and turning for half hr, 1 hr, and I'm still wide awake, checking the time. Tick tock, the time just passed. Anything, everything just rush to my mind without any commas or full stops. And even if I do fall asleep, dreams start to attack my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Return me my peaceful sleep. I want to sleep peacefully like Garfield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1684618438780652550?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1684618438780652550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1684618438780652550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1684618438780652550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1684618438780652550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1684618438780652550' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SZ6_oENmncI/AAAAAAAAA1w/xaXdJswmS6s/s72-c/garfield+slp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2125414382448417176</id><published>2009-01-07T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:41:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello 2009. I had a simple, quiet, good time, waving goodbye to 2008 &amp;amp; welcoming 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner with family &amp;amp; Mr Lim at Parkway's Fish &amp;amp; Co. *Slup Slup*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was still early so we went shopping for xiao mei's school shoes, Marks &amp;amp; Spencer to buy tidbits for our mini picnic at Kallang in the later part of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove to Kallang, picked a spot, spread our picnic mat, dad &amp;amp; mum lie on the mat, Mr Lim, xiao mei &amp;amp; I were playing our PSPs, all of us enjoying the breeze and munching away our tidbits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year! From our mat, we couldnt see the fireworks, so rushed off to watch. Lolx. It wasnt spectacular. Or maybe our view wasnt that good. It was 12plus. Sent him back to his home and the traffic on the opposite side was bad. By the time we reached home was 1plus already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been through those crazy, noisy, fun new yr eve countdowns. They were great. Simple, quiet new yr eve countdowns can be an enjoyable one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561222309648162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SWS-aWSsFyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ECrSHzdx5Ng/s320/IMG_4927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561078852530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SWS-R_32L_I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/_J3kR3l3S8I/s320/IMG_4932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561402313590258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SWS-k02-RfI/AAAAAAAAA0o/zP8CpcDtS5g/s320/IMG_4931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2125414382448417176?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2125414382448417176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2125414382448417176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2125414382448417176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2125414382448417176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2125414382448417176' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SWS-aWSsFyI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ECrSHzdx5Ng/s72-c/IMG_4927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2962954263172146663</id><published>2008-12-30T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:18:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things which had taken place in the last month of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Dec (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to 4 people's 21st Bdae celebration. It was crazy. Went to meet my 4A gals at EHub Gelare to celebrate Yanyan &amp;amp; Guan Hui's bdae at about 5.30pm. Some were late and we only got started at about 6pm. Mr Lim came to fetch me at 6.45pm and reached Changi Rise about 7plus for Huat's bdae at the bbq pit. Had some food, unable to stay longer coz Mr Lim &amp;amp; I have to rush off to Pasir Ris again for Diana's bdae celebration. Yeah. To &amp;amp; fro. Reached Diana's place just in time for cut cake. Spent long time taking photos, eating cake, did some catch up with the spac2go &amp;amp; my 4A gals. Lucky Sharky Alvin was there to accompany Mr Lim. If not i'll be like so bad leaving him all alone most of the time. opps. What a day of rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Dec (Thurs)&lt;br /&gt;Sis's posting result was out. Got into her 2nd choice, Chung Cheng High School (Main).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Dec (Fri)&lt;br /&gt;My family went to Chung Cheng with sis to report to school. Decided not to appeal for any other schools since sis like the school as well. Let her decide ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had early lunch and went home, pack things, had dinner and went off to Golden Mile Complex to meet my 三姨 family, 四姨 &amp;amp; jas. We are going to Genting for 3 days. Actually Mr Lim was supposed to go, but due to some unforeseen circumstances (irritating), he cant make it at the last min. In order not to let the ticket be wasted, I decided to ask Jas along. It was a very last min thing and she agreed on the spot. Boarded the coach at 10.30pm and couldnt have a good slp on board till midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Dec (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. reached Genting. It was super cold when we just got off the coach. Very misty. It was like 6plus in the morning, cant check in yet. So dropped off our luggages at the lobby and went for buffet breakfast so we can kill time before heading off to the programmes of the day. While 三姨丈 &amp;amp; 三姨 were off "working" at the casino, the rest of us went for the indoor games since outside was raining &amp;amp; misty. Halfway thru the day, went back to lobby to meet to check in but check in time was delayed so we went for lunch instead. And then we met our distant relatives from M'sia. My 三姨 invited them for the day. Till now I'm still not sure which generation are they in. It's just too confusing. After lunch, it was still waiting. So Jas, sis &amp;amp; I went to arcade. And stupid arcade, cheat our money. They used the card tapping system, but it didnt work almost everytime. After a few games, we decided to check with the counter. I took the card &amp;amp; told him, "can check the amount?" He was not even looking, moreover listening to me. He was just counting money, talking to someone else. then he just returned me the deposit. ?!?!?!?! I didnt ask for refund! I was so stunned. Jas too. Couldnt be bothered anymore. Anyway not much money left according to what we've calculated. Went back to lobby, waited for mum to come down to fetch us up to our rooms since we cant take the lift without the room card. Met the distant relatives, took the lift tgt. We were on the Ground floor, when we reached the 1st floor, door opened. Nobody, only tables, chairs. Door closed. Lift didnt move and the door opened again. It went on and on for awhile before someone came to ask us what happen. He tried to hold on to the door but failed. After a few tries, the lift managed to stay close till 18th floor. We bathed then continued to play a few more games before we meet for dinner. And is time for young ones to go for "work". As expected, jas &amp;amp; I were told to present our passport before entering into the casino. We look too young u see. It was very smoky, lots of people. Being newbies, we go for the simplest game, Jackpot. Not much luck. Lost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Dec (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;Went for Dim Sum breakfast. I love the food at that restaurant. Went to purchase outdoor theme park tickets for my family &amp;amp; jas. The rest were on their own. Was so pissed off with one of the ride. Queued for 45mins for a stupid dum dum ride. We managed to take almost the thrill rides. almost coz halfway through, it started to get misty and raining. rides were close. sadded. always like that. Jas &amp;amp; sis won themselves 2 graduation bears each, and I got a very bombastic hairy lion. The lion seriously needs a new hairdo. Anyway, the soles of my sis's shoes came off, so went shopping for her new shoe. Dinner was KFC since we don't want any chinese food. Yeah... dinner over means "working" time. Went back to hotel 1st to rest. Dad &amp;amp; sis went off to do some walking while the rest in casino. I think I'm really so lucky that night. Won a mini jackpot &amp;amp; managed to win back a little at the end of the day. Jas, rmb to go back to that 3 machines. They brought all of us luck. hahaha. And because of that, we couldnt bring ourselves to leave the place till about 2plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd Dec (Mon)&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast and set off to the bus terminal to head off back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Dec (Wed)&lt;br /&gt;Went to temple pray pray then went to Jurong Point with family. While they were shopping, Mr Lim &amp;amp; I shopped for the xmas gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Dec (Thurs)&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas! Dad fixed my table &amp;amp; helped a little with the carrying of stuffs here &amp;amp; there. Met the royal clique at Novena for xmas steamboat dinner. Had our gift exchange after dinner. It was fun, opening the pressies. =) I managed to catch a free ride home from huat. thks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th Dec (Fri)&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to perm my hair. Did a digital perm. After months of consideration, I've decided to give it a shot. I'm happy with it just that it's so difficult to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Dec (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim came over to my place 1st before we went out and he kept complaining that I took so long to get dressed up. It wasnt very long what. Went to Ehub to watch Yes Man. Pretty funny show. In the beginnning of the show, Jim Carrey was so serious and that was so not like him. I still picture him as the funny, crazy guy. If that is not what I see, that is not Jim Carrey. Head down to Raffles City, supposed to buy Krumpler bag but it was so expensive. So went shopping around. Bought a top &amp;amp; Puma bag. Happy happy gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th Dec (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Uncle Yeo place to bring back more boxes. Left 2 more and we are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at 三姨 house. Celebrate her bdae in advanced. It was a tiring night at her place. After dinner, sis &amp;amp; I were busy entertaining our nephew (Benjamin) &amp;amp; niece (Cheryl). Ben was playing some fishing game using his dad's iphone. He kept showing us and started to have the idea of him being the fish &amp;amp; we are suppose to fish him out. We used bolster as the fishing rod!!! gosh. Ben also had a wonderful imagination. He took out all his toy cars and played with them, telling us what happen to this &amp;amp; that. Then Cheryl will just anyhow play &amp;amp; laugh at her bro &amp;amp; will start saying, "Funny gor gor". lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to sis's school orientation campfire. Principal told us that it would be a campfire that we will never forget. Indeed we wont because we were bored, hungry &amp;amp; perspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2962954263172146663?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2962954263172146663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2962954263172146663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2962954263172146663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2962954263172146663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2962954263172146663' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-2777597055509745155</id><published>2008-12-09T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:37:37.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/ST5JxdR-B1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZGYuc7jynM4/s1600-h/Sis%27s+Guzheng+Competition+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277736927347214162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/ST5JxdR-B1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZGYuc7jynM4/s320/Sis%27s+Guzheng+Competition+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sis had her guzheng competition last week. I had a fun time there, taking pics in the holding room. To all participants, u guys did ur best and be proud of yourselves to be able to perform infront of 7 judges on the stage. Is a rare chance for you to be able to participate. *clap clap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2777597055509745155?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2777597055509745155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2777597055509745155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2777597055509745155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2777597055509745155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#2777597055509745155' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/ST5JxdR-B1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ZGYuc7jynM4/s72-c/Sis%27s+Guzheng+Competition+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8659497339880252999</id><published>2008-11-30T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:55:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/STKmtmrRsKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/K3xUR-m6WLg/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274461416010657954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/STKmtmrRsKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/K3xUR-m6WLg/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is nothing more deceptive than a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And no one knows this better than the people who hide behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Some flash their teeth as a polite warning to their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Some put on put on beaming faces to keep their tears from falling.&lt;br /&gt;Others wear silly grins to mask their fear.&lt;br /&gt;But then, there is that rare smile that is actually genuine.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the smile of a person who knows his troubles will soon be over.&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/7713789-8659497339880252999?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8659497339880252999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8659497339880252999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8659497339880252999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8659497339880252999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8659497339880252999' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/STKmtmrRsKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/K3xUR-m6WLg/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-863270218390726754</id><published>2008-09-14T22:28:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:16:56.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0nRsOP9MI/AAAAAAAAAhM/A3JkCkFdRnM/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245892325838681282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0nRsOP9MI/AAAAAAAAAhM/A3JkCkFdRnM/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great 21st birthday high-tea/party at York Hotel yesterday. Thanks everyone for taking their time off to join me in celebrating my adulthood, thanks for all the wishes &amp;amp; presents. Thanks to my parents for helping me to come up with ideas for my birthday celebration, if not it would just probably be a simple celebration. Lots of money &amp;amp; effort been pumped into this big occassion and I really have thank them. I really couldnt be bothered much with the decoration &amp;amp; the little details for my birthday party, if not for my cousin eddie &amp;amp; pei ching, it wouldnt be such a successful one. Thanks Cousin Eddie for coming up with the decoration &amp;amp; guestbook ideas, going down with me to order the helium balloons, going early to hotel to receive my balloons &amp;amp; tie everyone of them to each chair, being incharge of printing out the photographs for my guestbook. Thanks Cousin Pei Ching for accompany me to go down to Bras Basah to decide &amp;amp; choose the materials for my guestbook, helping to take photos of us for the guestbook. Thanks to my dad for helping me to get "professional" photographer who arnt professional at all, be the videoman for my party. Thanks to my mum for helping me to do the door gifts as I was working &amp;amp; didnt have much time to prepare all of them. Thanks to my sis for helping me to do some of the door gifts &amp;amp; to give my guests the door gifts. (she was really hardworking ytd) lolx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my 1st time being the host &amp;amp; I was really nervous but it all went well. Was really busy ytd &amp;amp; I think everything was in a mess. All about photo taking, tat's all I could remember. Sorry to all for not being able to go round and talk to some of you. Infact most of you. Hope my guests enjoyed themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I have this celebration. It was a memorable one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245892329018039026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0nR4ERGvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/SL5A9wJBnFk/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In random order, I would like to thank my:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SCB colleagues for VS Steam Conditioning Straightener&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245901144922623730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0vTB3tjvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/6Dq_fpa98cE/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Secondary school frenz, Mike &amp;amp; Siang Wee for the Agnes B bag, C &amp;amp; Card&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916746258776834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM09fJYHAwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/VTr9eLr36cU/s320/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925998160632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1F5rZZ2VI/AAAAAAAAAk8/jhwUkvMPhkc/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spac2go frenz for DKNY Perfume &amp;amp; Body Lotion&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245901154343316466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0vTk9x6_I/AAAAAAAAAhk/YGdosbjImS4/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Royal Clique for the Guess Wallet, Anna Sui Lipstick &amp;amp; Roses&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245910005317548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM03WxaeuJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Y8YOk4MsS4E/s320/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hui Jun, May &amp;amp; Lynette for the SK Necklace&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916750220253090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM09fYImV6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/e1wDOy8GV8g/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cousin Eddie, Cousin Pei Ching &amp;amp; Yong Quan for the Digital Photoframe &amp;amp; Card&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245921877966544546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1CJ2elXqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/n5Rmroa4zdc/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Xiao Qing &amp;amp; family for the Coach wristlet&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909999324836082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM03WbFtMPI/AAAAAAAAAh0/NuAulfZmunw/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;三姨丈 &amp;amp; 三姨 for the Silver Necklace/Bracelet&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245920439054353442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1A2GHLxCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/8d0Y1F068as/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousin Iris, Irene &amp;amp; Ivy for the Isetan Vouchers&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917879772445138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0-hIC0-dI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ab96J4G9cs4/s320/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;二姨丈, 二姨, Cousin Hong Yuan &amp;amp; family, Cousin Zhang Yi &amp;amp; family for the gold bracelet &amp;amp; silver earrings.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245920442230466978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1A2R8baaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6hHb9zaB_AY/s320/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;大姨丈, 大姨, Cousin Meng Huat &amp;amp; family, Cousin Meng Lee &amp;amp; family, Cousin Liling &amp;amp; family for the iPod Nano (pink colour! = Happy)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245913754263524098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM06w_U2kwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/-iBuq3kvABA/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Shu Xian &amp;amp; family for the Asia Malls Vouchers&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245925606614376834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1Fi4xgIYI/AAAAAAAAAks/-Qm4RnwiqQs/s320/IMG_1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunty Poh Sang &amp;amp; family for Make up set &amp;amp; Card&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245916742692627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM09e8F35MI/AAAAAAAAAi8/pmuwTnL90cg/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Poh Seng &amp;amp; family &amp;amp; Uncle Poh Kee &amp;amp; family for the Carlo Rino bag, lovely cute pic of me when I was like 7yrs old, Capitaland Vouchers, Card&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245913742207734242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM06wSah0eI/AAAAAAAAAik/ihPgXHl2Ve4/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear for the SK Necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245923363110245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1DgTEb1GI/AAAAAAAAAkc/pP-NjUlt6HI/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fannie &amp;amp; Terence for the LongChamp Bag&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245910011931417154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM03XKDWWkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/r0-g6ahKb1U/s320/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sishi &amp;amp; Jiaying for the Coach Wristlet&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245901160370588114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0vT7ayydI/AAAAAAAAAhs/8617xBb3y00/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simin &amp;amp; Alex for the Necklace &amp;amp; Earrings&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245911768914089394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM049bUqVbI/AAAAAAAAAic/h-IksMwNwh0/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear's relatives for the Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245923351508999634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1Dfn2e3dI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UmWc1rKwrYE/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angeline for the Lancome Clarifying Cleanser&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245913747997825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM06wn-_mEI/AAAAAAAAAis/G0MjZag_924/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Zheng for the Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245911761896785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM049BLmxoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/KF1gpe6-ug0/s320/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;四姨 for the Ang Pao &amp;amp; Card&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245921883559659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM1CKLUFhsI/AAAAAAAAAj8/OS97eN1w1AU/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad for the celebration, handphone &amp;amp; Card&lt;br /&gt;Mum for the Titus Watch, Card&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245917873952873378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0-gyXVW6I/AAAAAAAAAjU/ocOnjRl58EA/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sis for the Rabbit soft toy (named as Cuddles), Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245911759668039522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM04844Oz2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/dSV1Yit-RYk/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ma, 大舅母 &amp;amp; family, 二舅 &amp;amp; 二舅母, 小舅 &amp;amp; family, Dear's parents, Uncle Poh Heng &amp;amp; family, Cousin Beatrice &amp;amp; family for the Ang Paos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos to be uploaded in my next post = when i get all the pics.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-863270218390726754?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/863270218390726754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=863270218390726754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/863270218390726754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/863270218390726754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#863270218390726754' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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/_d2HlBVmke1I/SM0nRsOP9MI/AAAAAAAAAhM/A3JkCkFdRnM/s72-c/IMG_1464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3994339061652797054</id><published>2008-07-30T20:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:23:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life at work is good for me. It wasnt so bad after all cause I have funny &amp;amp; cheeky colleagues. Initially it was just me &amp;amp; the temp staff for lunch. After a one time lunch with one perm staff, the rest of the days, our lunch with the perm staffs &amp;amp; sometimes the whole office of ppl were out tgt.&lt;br /&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;Wait till I get some pics of my pics with colleagues then post again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday, attended my cousin's tea ceremony &amp;amp; ytd, his wedding dinner. At Holiday Inn at Orchard. The food was very normal. We had mushrooms &amp;amp; vegetables for almost very dish. Not many turned up. Took the chance to give my relatives my 21st bdae invitation cards. Actually dont intend to give but because of relatives, have to show respect. As for friends, no invitation cards ah.. haha.. just keep a lookout for email. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With cousin &amp;amp; his bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228791404560736162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBmFEF1X6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ozO3C77KWkU/s320/IMG_5036.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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228791820079987986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBmdQBV_RI/AAAAAAAAAgc/abpIIr3uml8/s320/IMG_5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis &amp;amp; Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228792229020667346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBm1DcZjdI/AAAAAAAAAgk/QGVjmnzoNp8/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousins take 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228793355178791922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBn2mta0_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/o9_7sRs364Y/s320/IMG_5066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our table of ppl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228793787591003554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBoPxkhjaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/4NHE_git-BM/s320/IMG_5068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228794120401952994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBojJY1oOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/qgQXimc_Qbw/s320/IMG_5069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousins take 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228794528778911506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBo66tffxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Ua5tlS2kLVk/s320/IMG_5071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3994339061652797054?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3994339061652797054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3994339061652797054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3994339061652797054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3994339061652797054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3994339061652797054' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SJBmFEF1X6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/ozO3C77KWkU/s72-c/IMG_5036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7618145909880244722</id><published>2008-06-21T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:18:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've started work &amp;amp; changed job since last thursday. Working as receptionist at SCB, plaza by the park. It was very boring. Half the time I had nothing to do, stare in the blank. My colleague kept asking me to lok at the things she like online, lunch always packed in. Cannt go out with colleagues as one of us have to mend the counter, and I didnt get the chance to know the rest of the people at SCB. My boss told me on my 1st day that he would probably transfer me to do admin. I was so happy cause didnt want to do receptionist. On Friday, I was asked to do admin. But I wasnt happy. The environment is so dead. Everyone is in their own world. Office like warehouse. So different from DBS. DBS was so lively, fun, lots of chatting with almost everybody from different dept. I really didnt like SCB admin environment so was thinking to go back to recep. Well, I went back to do receptionist on Mon &amp;amp; Tues. I really dread in going to work. Didnt have that feeling when I was in DBS. Really wish to quit. Took leave on Wed to register for my class. Afternoon, my agent called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent: "Hey, I have a job at Tampines lehz. U when last day ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? last day? I haven say I want to quit leh."&lt;br /&gt;Agent: "Izzit? Your boss sent me an email saying that he dont need temp staff from 19th june onwards. Eh.. like that today ur last day leh."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *SHOCKED* "Serious? He didnt mention anything about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is seriously shocking. But in anycase, I went down for interview for the Tampines SCB job. The boss told me that I would most prob need to do OT, cannot anyhow take leave. I took up the job coz the pay is good &amp;amp; very near my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of work, I reached there at about 8.15am. But nobody was there till 8.30am when my boss came to open door. Almost everyone came late. My boss gave one of the staff a list of things to teach me. The moment the staff took, look, she dump it on one side. Told me she'll teach me later. So I was basically doing nothing for 2 over hrs. Really didnt know what to do. I cant access to computer, cannot go out coz dun have pass, not nice to keep borrowing from them either. So I just started to write down what I wanted to blog &amp;amp; smsing. Finally the girl started to teach me. She was so fast and the things to learn is so tough!!! Is very complicated la for me. Big boss bought pizza for all of us, so lunch was in. The environment at tampines scb is just like PBTP SCB. Very dead!!! Everybody doing their own things, no talking. The moment they talk is about work. They are always rushing for time as well. I cant imagine how the perm staff actually survive it. Ytd, another new temp came. Lucky got her sia, can pei me talk &amp;amp; lunch. She said that she felt like she was in jail for one day. If got a choice, I would want to change job. But the pay &amp;amp; location is really good for me. Guess, I'll just stick on to this till as long as I can. Now, I'm looking forward to weekends coz that's the time I can get away from the total lifeless work place. How i wish can go back to DBS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7618145909880244722?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7618145909880244722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7618145909880244722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7618145909880244722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7618145909880244722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7618145909880244722' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-4316406858224436471</id><published>2008-06-10T23:56:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:24:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6tZpmLtAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2-X1hWJI8Lg/s1600-h/DSCN0261_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292475088581634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6tZpmLtAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2-X1hWJI8Lg/s320/DSCN0261_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to Terence &amp;amp; Fannie. 2 days ago was dear's sis &amp;amp; bf ROM. Instead of the normal ROM at Fort Canning area, they held it at Furama Riverfront, something different. By the time we reached there, Fannie was already fully dressed up, ready to welcome the guests. Gave her &amp;amp; Terence the couple bear that dear &amp;amp; I had made for them at Build-a-Bear. Hope you like it.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the empty chairs at the reception table, dear &amp;amp; I sat down &amp;amp; became in-charge of the guestbook &amp;amp; doorgifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210289958248684610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6rHJoynEI/AAAAAAAAAes/M7uC41o-bao/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6tPBbq-eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E5gnZ6EeN44/s1600-h/DSCN0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their 3 youngest cousins were in-charge of throwing the flower petals, carry the pillow of rings. So cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210296277135217602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6w29UvU8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/8YvWtROhYfQ/s320/DSCN0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210296320892706130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6w5gVVnVI/AAAAAAAAAgM/QpwDapKnl-4/s320/DSCN0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then came the solemnisation. It was my 1st time witnessing. Feel of joy, happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210295582919066706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6wOjKthFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zTybGuJ_-WQ/s320/DSCN0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the solemnisation, it was just eating, photo taking session. I think their cousins are all wild &amp;amp; fun, very close, age about the same, that's why it was fun for them being together, coming up with different ideas for photos. My cousins?? Either age gap too wide or not close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210293797816556658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6umpJG3HI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wMzZnzc0Sgw/s320/IMG_5961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210294371367216002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6vIByPY4I/AAAAAAAAAf0/gnUdzJKvndw/s320/IMG_5967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210290634578149858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6ruhKTQeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TxyyAPLmwsU/s320/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to his place, had the leftover food from the event for dinner. Typical singaporean = packed all the unfinished food. &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/7713789-4316406858224436471?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4316406858224436471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4316406858224436471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4316406858224436471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4316406858224436471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4316406858224436471' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SE6tZpmLtAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2-X1hWJI8Lg/s72-c/DSCN0261_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8628733272686519515</id><published>2008-06-02T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:11:01.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a week since I last seen my notes &amp;amp; books. Exams over. Cheers.. Now looking for job since I will be having 3mths of holiday. Been very lazy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my last paper, didnt make any plans so head back home &amp;amp; tidy up my messy files, notes books, which are piling high up, blocking sunlight coming into my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant really remember which are things i did on which day. Went to san yi house to take something so had packed lunch at her place. Cheryl (my niece) is still the same. Always with her head facing low, angry eyes, mouth &amp;amp; hands on her hips. Mum, sis &amp;amp; I talk to her, no use. When san yi finally tell her cannot misbehave, she cried. *faint* Didnt do anything to her!!! After awhile, she's alright, want to play us but refuse to talk to us. Only use hand actions. But through phone, she yada-yada non stop &amp;amp; i dun understand a single thing she says. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum decided to have my previous maths tutors (Andrew &amp;amp; David) to tutor sis. Mum called Andrew &amp;amp; he still remember us. The other day, I followed my mum send sis to maths tuition, so I can show my face to the tutors. I'm surprised myself that they had extended the tuition room, no longer teaching in the dining &amp;amp; living area. When Andrew saw me, he was shocked. 1st thing he said was, "Wah.. so big already." I left tuition after my O levels. I dont think I've grown since then also lehz. But look wise, definitely change. I look so toot in the past. I'm really sure why but I find Andrew a little different. Got a mixture feeling, like I know him for a long time but at the same time somebody new. I really know him for quite some time cause I joined the tuition when I was in P3. He &amp;amp; his dad always say they watched me grow up which is kinda true. Anyway, I didnt manage to see David cause think he was still resting. He's already 70 yrs old but still standing strong, teaching, going to gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped mum to shift sis's study table from the study room to the music room because mum said sis dont want to study in the study room alone. Well, so shift the guzheng out to make room for the study table. We 2 ladies had a tough time shifting the table out, being it so heavy &amp;amp; the gadgets here &amp;amp; there. The next day, my back ache. As though, the bone will break, so didnt dare to do any tough job that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, went to IKEA wanting to buy shelves to put in the study room. Ya, we cleared one study table, in the end, buy more things to put inside the study room. But then, the shelve we wanted was temporarily out of stock &amp;amp; will only be in the following day. So went back on Saturday to pick up the shelve, 2 doors for the shelve, 1 chair, 1 floor mat. Since dad had his operation, mum &amp;amp; I always the ones who do all the heavy duty stuffs. Carried the heavy parts of shelve, doors. My mum &amp;amp; sis were crazy. Sis sat on the box &amp;amp; mum stood on the trolley. I had to push them around &amp;amp; to the cashier. Best of all, all the things were blocking my view so I had to peep abit here &amp;amp; there to make sure I dont hit anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum standing on the trolley &amp;amp; sis on the box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207301021418944306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SEQMsIQ0dzI/AAAAAAAAAek/0yWyn7TbtPo/s320/31052008363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Vivo Food Republic with family then dear came to meet us. I bought my bead craft. Cant wait to start making. Dinner at Marche. Not much variety &amp;amp; very cramp. Send dear back &amp;amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Diana, Zheng Long &amp;amp; Fiona ytd for lunch &amp;amp; kbox session. It was Fiona's bdae. Before we head to Kbox, diana &amp;amp; I went to buy a slice of raspberry chessecake from Secret Recipe for Fiona. After which, we separated. I went to meet my family &amp;amp; ah ma at East Coast Park Sushi Tei for dinner. It's the 3rd time I had that for consecutive 3 weeks. 1st one was when I met up with the royal clique. 2nd with family &amp;amp; yi yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The royal princesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207300780900775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SEQMeIQ0dyI/AAAAAAAAAec/Rkx61HvV9Ms/s320/n577050095_3049533_7563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep, I cut my fringe. I'm bored of my hairstyle, especially my fringe so decided to cut it. Afterall, the last time I had short fringe was 11years ago? I didnt expect it to be so short but well, I like it anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, repacked my shelves to make space for my next academic year notes. Time to get back to my games. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8628733272686519515?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8628733272686519515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8628733272686519515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8628733272686519515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8628733272686519515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8628733272686519515' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SEQMsIQ0dzI/AAAAAAAAAek/0yWyn7TbtPo/s72-c/31052008363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-355739475181174630</id><published>2008-05-14T21:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:42:55.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been studying at expo with liyana on weekdays since end of april. Today didnt go &amp;amp; realli felt a little weird. Bet the coffee bean staffs, tables &amp;amp; chairs miss us. haha.. This mth will spend alot since most of the days will be with coffee bean &amp;amp; I'm trying to buy the cheapest product from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when one gets bored with studies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226301508810370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SCrqRO0TdoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0edKegjlBe0/s320/30042008330.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bao shocked by all the junk food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200225932141622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SCrp7u0TdnI/AAAAAAAAAeE/PEnWZIfQUXk/s320/02052008335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seal trying to climb up the coffee bean cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226469012534930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SCrqa-0TdpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/M9LpOa1asjs/s320/30042008332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1 down, 3 more to go. I'm just hoping for a pass for all. High hopes on grades tend to decide to catch a plane &amp;amp; go on a holiday few days before my exam.&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/7713789-355739475181174630?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/355739475181174630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=355739475181174630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/355739475181174630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/355739475181174630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#355739475181174630' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/SCrqRO0TdoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0edKegjlBe0/s72-c/30042008330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-5548850326579451848</id><published>2008-05-08T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:59:17.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There’s a little animal in all of us and maybe that’s something to celebrate. Our animal instinct is what makes us seek comfort, warmth, a pack to run with. We may feel caged, we may feel trapped, but still as humans we can find ways to feel free. We are each other’s keepers, we are the guardians of our own humanity and even though there’s a beast inside all of us, what sets us apart from the animals is that we can think, feel, dream and love. And against all odds, against all instinct, we evolve."&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/7713789-5548850326579451848?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5548850326579451848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=5548850326579451848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5548850326579451848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5548850326579451848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5548850326579451848' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-8837194639989707518</id><published>2008-04-26T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:02:40.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a bad dream last night. I was having exams, funny thing was that all the students took the exams on the floor since there were no tables &amp;amp; chairs. Everybody were concentrating on doing their paper but I was there trying to so hard to think of what to write. In the end I day dreamed &amp;amp; when time is almost up, I anyhow finished up the paper &amp;amp; thinking i'm gonna be done for. It better not happen in reality. So scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision sessions are over. Now is just own study &amp;amp; waiting for exams. I'm so lazy to blog the bad experience we had with one of the overseas lecturer. Will update again when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, went to expo with Liyana to study. It was fun &amp;amp; really chiong throughout the day. Did accounts as much as we could. Finally figured out some of the sociologists' contributions. It felt so great la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days to 1st paper. Counting down....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8837194639989707518?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8837194639989707518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8837194639989707518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8837194639989707518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8837194639989707518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8837194639989707518' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-7549664646879359904</id><published>2008-04-13T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:58:57.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tutors out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were asked to received assignments, please CHECK the location of tuition, the timings, your own commitment before you reply to the coordinator or whoever asked you regarding your interest in the assignment. We don't mind you replying slow (but plz reply within a day) but at least a reply that you have confirmed! If you were to reply something that you are not sure of, is as good as dont reply. Same goes to accepting an assignment. Parent decided to engage you, and you said can start asap, everything's fine. After confirming with parent, you told me location is out of way. What is this? Is this the right attitude? Is this a good impression you are to make for the parent as well as coordinators? No! You are seen as irresponsible. How would a parent trust their child's education in your hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so maybe I'm stressed with this &amp;amp; studies thus pissed with things. But seriously, I dont think I've made a wrong point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7549664646879359904?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7549664646879359904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7549664646879359904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7549664646879359904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7549664646879359904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7549664646879359904' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-7077026126696562673</id><published>2008-04-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:50:54.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of being a tuition coordinator, met with few incidents which are common. But just so pissed of at times. Tutors say they are really interested in an assignment, but when I gave them the details, they told me cannot. They were given the details as well in the 1st place also. When you've decided to take up an assignment, please check your schedule before giving me the timings you are free. And if you cant commit now, say so in the 1st place. Dont wait till 1 day before lesson then tell me cannot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7077026126696562673?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7077026126696562673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7077026126696562673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7077026126696562673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7077026126696562673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7077026126696562673' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-415342470264072269</id><published>2008-03-25T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:48:06.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended my 1st UOL revision workshop by overseas lecturer. I must say it's much more interesting &amp;amp; time passed very fast. But at the same time, the revision from the lecturer made me more afraid of the exam. Keep thinking that I cant make it &amp;amp; gonna flung it. Coz today she went thru 3 qns &amp;amp; understand none lehz. Dunno what she talking. They not looking for knowledge but application, answering to the questions. Die die die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined Yestuition sometime back as tuition coordinator. Sort of own home based biz la but I got irritated by the many incoming calls after I advertised on newspaper. Then I stopped awhile, did earn to cover my costs &amp;amp; gain some profits. Then I joined another company about a week ago, now currently a tuition coordinator. Hoping to earn some side cash, also this company is whereby you work as a team. So far, got requests but not much assignments close yet. One thing nice is that the other coordinators are about our age &amp;amp; very nice ppl. Though I only like saw 4 of them before, chat with a few only. From that, I generalise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of things to blog for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-415342470264072269?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/415342470264072269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=415342470264072269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/415342470264072269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/415342470264072269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#415342470264072269' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-6568509014426616528</id><published>2008-03-14T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:40:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I last updated. Past month was a crazy one. Rushing through my prelims which I didnt finish studying. Just head for the papers, preparing to fail. Anyway, am glad it's over, at least for now. The main exam will be in may which I really gotta make myself ready for it no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended two 21st bdae party. 1st was Alina's. When I 1st got her invitation, I was like, "sure not? so fast?" The very 1st 21st bdae party from my batch. She held it at her place. Your mum's cooking is great. Love the beehoon &amp;amp; curry. Saw primary school frenz there as well, surprisingly they still can recognize me. But coz we have our group of frenz &amp;amp; didnt really now what to say, we didnt do some catch up. Spent 7hrs at her place. The girls were playing blackjack while me &amp;amp; guan hui decided not to lose our money &amp;amp; do some catch up instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177475002656901746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R9oWFV7USnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0CBshJWBcW0/s320/P1050132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177475101441149570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R9oWLF7USoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NHYG85WJWkM/s320/P1050227.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2nd was Alvin's which was almost a week ago, held at Pasir Ris chalet. Was having my paper on that day, so after exam, dear fetched from sch to his place before we head down to Pasir Ris to fetch Diana &amp;amp; Zheng Long. Took a few wrong turns before we could found his chalet. It was kinda weird to be there la coz Diana &amp;amp; I dun really know the ppl over there. We only know alvin, zheng long &amp;amp; dear only. So throughout the night, diana &amp;amp; I were entertaining ourselves while the 2 guys were with their own groups of frenz. We left the chalet early(quite surprisingly). After dropping diana at Downtown east, dear &amp;amp; I went to Tampines' McDonalds for some late supper before he send me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear had poped once again. He had some off days during the past 2 weeks but becoz I'm having prelims, I cant accompany him(again). Think we are just not meant to be tgt during his off days. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went bowling the other day with mum &amp;amp; sis at Kallang Leisure Park. Was passing by then mum's hands got itchy &amp;amp; decided to go bowling. We played from 10am to 2pm, 8 games continuously. Sis got hooked! Haha.. Her 1st time playing. From her initial 7 points to the last game which was 55 points! haha..She even had one strike. She was surprised herself. Because no strength, her bowling ball knocked the pins, &amp;amp; the pins fall one by one till it all were down. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reformat my com ytd because of some stupid virus causing my com to slow down alot. Called up dell &amp;amp; the person helped me through the phone. The thing is that some of the pics I back up in my external hard disk are ruined. Suspect virus in my external hard disk. Blur blur me, nv think of backing up in cd. Now I'm so sad la. Sad for the whole ytd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now currently planning for my 21st bdae already. It's such a headache la. especially when you have a bf/fren having the same bdae as you. Hehe. Need to take care of certain points here &amp;amp; there. It will probably cost me a bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6568509014426616528?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6568509014426616528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6568509014426616528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6568509014426616528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6568509014426616528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6568509014426616528' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R9oWFV7USnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0CBshJWBcW0/s72-c/P1050132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7035615719312447295</id><published>2008-02-21T22:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:25:56.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Chinese New Year le. End of collection for Angbaos. This year's collection not bad. Hehe.. Anyway, came here to update &amp;amp; upload some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 Feb (Sat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dear at Tampines Mall before we head to Big Splash @ East Coast Park for Sushi Tei. Thanks Dad for fetching us there. The atmosphere is really nice. Sitting arrangements seems to be very well spread. Cushion sitting. We didnt had much, just ordered 19 sushi, a phoenix roll and a plate of tempuras? But was full by the end of it. Took a slow walk from Big Splash to the underpass to get back to Tao Nan School bus stop &amp;amp; took a bus home. Dear finally got to see his flowers(the ones he delivered). Watched the repeated show "有福" &amp;amp; left for White Sands with him &amp;amp; my family. He was attending his friend's 21st Birthday celebration. My family had thai food at Lerk Thai. It was alright, the restaurant at Phuket taste much nicer. Didnt know White Sands had changed so much, looked so unfamiliar to me. After doing some window shopping, we left for home. Oh ya. I got my Nike water bottle! Dad bought it for me. I'm so happy la. Was deciding between the one with metal hook or the ones with designs on it. I like the one with designs but too big la. So went ahead with the one with metal hook. Got a pink colour. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 Feb(Sun)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Waterloo Street in the morning to 拜太岁. Lucky went early so no long queue. Went OG to shop awhile, wanted to buy strawberry shortcake highlighters but thinking that I wont get to use it that often now, just dropped the idea. I'm just so into cute stuffs recently la. Especially with Jas &amp;amp; Nana's craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to 三姨 house for dinner. 四姨 &amp;amp; 二舅 were there too. Cheryl started to cry again when she saw us, coz unfamiliar. After awhile, she was alright. She's so cute can. She talks alot but I understand nothing. Haha.. Just like sis when she was about her age. Only the family can understand. My family bought "yusheng" over. Yeah.. I got to lao yusheng. Actually I'm not really crazy about it but since I've been doing it for the past few years, is kinda a "must" thing for me &amp;amp; doing it with my 三姨's family is real fun la. It was also Pei Ching jie jie's bdae. Happy Birthday Pei Ching jie jie! Had a simple cake cutting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yusheng from Ding Tai Fung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446522952106466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QOUXwQeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b6vx1j5wiXI/s320/cny001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happily eating.. Yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446617441386994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QT0XwQfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4_i9y8xhq5o/s320/cny002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446711930667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QZUXwQgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/amdLiMJ71ro/s320/cny003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today had kitty shopping with Jas &amp;amp; Nana again after class. We were so excited la, had our shopping list in mind &amp;amp; headed straight. Bought 2 mousepads, 1 packet of magnetic bookmarks, 1 bath towel. So happy. Now, I have made myself to use mousepad. =)&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magnetic Bookmarks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169447158607266370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QzUXwQkI/AAAAAAAAAds/VCjcMzs5IXQ/s320/cute004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bath Towel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446978218639906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72Qo0XwQiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GHEAwaabO2I/s320/cute002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mousepad for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169446793535046162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QeEXwQhI/AAAAAAAAAdU/i-dtDuExqj4/s320/cute001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mousepad for sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169447055528051250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QtUXwQjI/AAAAAAAAAdk/w4zlSEG9ZRQ/s320/cute003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a short short video of 9s of us lao yusheng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-87fdbb89852b4898" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87fdbb89852b4898%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331097666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5139A2EA2495BE953E5EFA1D4A7A05D816D5A8E4.79FEB11AAD5203B2CF50F8E37ED9C232A75BCC9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87fdbb89852b4898%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7F0x9bJcpoWt56-Zb6Cc3Yp1dEo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87fdbb89852b4898%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331097666%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5139A2EA2495BE953E5EFA1D4A7A05D816D5A8E4.79FEB11AAD5203B2CF50F8E37ED9C232A75BCC9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87fdbb89852b4898%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7F0x9bJcpoWt56-Zb6Cc3Yp1dEo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7035615719312447295?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=87fdbb89852b4898&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7035615719312447295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7035615719312447295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7035615719312447295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7035615719312447295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7035615719312447295' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R72QOUXwQeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b6vx1j5wiXI/s72-c/cny001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7862416931006190664</id><published>2008-02-16T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:49:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh, love is in the air. Valentines Day! 2 days after that is. I had a nice V day. Dear surprised me with a bouquet of flowers, well, maybe the surprise level did not reach all the way to the peak because of some unforseen circumstances. Since he will be in camp on V-day which means he cant celebrate with me, he decided to deliver flowers to my place. He had it sent over to my place on the night before V-day coz I was having lesson on V-day &amp;amp; wont be home till night, and if he were to deliver the flowers on V-day night, I wont have flowers till the end of V-day. However, I have a last minute make up class on Wednesday night and my family wont be home till about 9pm, so dear got no choice but to tell me he ordered flowers to be delivered to my place. I still thought he was joking. Luckily, the flowers came after my family reached home, if not, I dunno when i can see my flowers. Hehe... It was daisies this year. Asked him why, he said coz last yr gave roses, so this year give different. He was deciding between daisies &amp;amp; sunflowers but coz of the many colours, he chose daisies. He gave me a box of chocolates shaped of bears. Very cute! Now make me cant bring myself to eat them. He gave me a hp accessory with my name on it. Both the chocolate &amp;amp; accessory were from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200405380153746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7WVZEXwQZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KZKd5X5iWZM/s320/valentine001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200521344270754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7WVf0XwQaI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qJ1oVfLL6m8/s320/valentine002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200607243616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7WVk0XwQbI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ld9sySMPDI4/s320/valentine004.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200718912766402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7WVrUXwQcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6J3vn0Zj3R0/s320/valentine003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I gave him&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;+ a card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167635945128739282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7chg0XwQdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BazprLAFFGw/s320/valentine1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had full day lessons on V-day and decided to head home after class since Dear is in camp. But decided to drop by at Tampines Mall for awhile, saw so many couples, girls carrying big &amp;amp; small bouquet of flowers and chocolates. Alot were secondary school students then I remembered the days in sec sch, we would buy chocolates for our girlfriends, dedicating songs to each other. Haha.. Come to think it was so funny, and I cant help but to giggle away. Then phone rang. Dear called and told me he had nights off. So took train to boon lay (back to the west) to have dinner with him. It was crowded manz. Wanted to have pizza but the waiting list is a page long la, so in the end, asked for take away, brought to his home &amp;amp; eat. After a short time of 2hrs, dear &amp;amp; his parents sent me home before he headed back to his camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7862416931006190664?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7862416931006190664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7862416931006190664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7862416931006190664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7862416931006190664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7862416931006190664' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7WVZEXwQZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KZKd5X5iWZM/s72-c/valentine001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7529518101941372628</id><published>2008-02-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:53:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy New Year. This year's chinese new year is kinda boring, except for the 1st day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY eve did my spring cleaning for my room, helped out with the cleaning of toilets and do the final decorations. Didnt do much to my room except for clearing all my cds, packed them into storage boxes &amp;amp; dumped them under my bed, afterall i only listen to them once in a blue moon. So now I have more room for my uni notes. I didnt even got the chance to decorate the pussy willow, sis &amp;amp; mum did it when I was in school. After the day of cleaning, I ended up with flu. Sneezing the whole night. During reunion dinner, 大伯 asked me, "you shifted out of the teenage zone already ah?" Coz our reunion dinner is separated into 3 tables. 1 table with ah ma &amp;amp; all adults (I'm included here too). 2nd table with the 3 teenage boys. 3rd table with all the girls plus one teenage girl. When he asked me that, I was thinking, "I've never been to the teenage zone table before lor. I was promoted straight to adult table since sec sch?" Then don't know who started to say I turning 21 this yr and some started to ask me how am I going to celebrate. Really, I dont wish to think of it. Coz need to organize own party, headache ah. Went home after dinner, helped sis &amp;amp; myself do our manicure &amp;amp; pedicure. So rush lor, I didnt even got the chance to really sit there &amp;amp; watch the countdown. In the past, I'll always eat the cny goodies upon waiting for the countdown. Oh well, just head to bed &amp;amp; get ready for 1st day of visiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初一&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, we have one place less to go. That is to visit my mum's dad. Last year he was still in nursing home. 1st stop in the morning was to temple pray my dad's dad, then to 二舅 hse &amp;amp; 四姨 hse. This is the 1st time going to 四姨 hse coz she just shifted to her own home. After which, go ah ma house for lunch. It was arranged the day before that all the Ng families (except Uncle Poh Heng family) were to meet at ah ma's place before we set off to do visiting. But ah ma told us 大伯 family is going straight to our 1st pitstop. Well, so set off lor. 1st pitstop, at Tanjong Rhu. Waited for Uncle Poh Seng &amp;amp; Uncle Poh Heng family for so long. Just as we were about to leave, they came. It happens that there was some miscommunication and that's why they were late. 2nd pitstop at Sengkang. 3rd at Ubi. 4th at Serangoon. Last stop back to ah ma place for dinner. You know, after the day of visiting which means eating goodies all throughout the day, my stomach was nearly too full to have a proper full meal of dinner. During cny, the only thing I really look forward to is 初一 coz it's the most entertaining day for cny. Although it's kinda boring coz the older cousins &amp;amp; I dun really talk, &amp;amp; the younger ones were busy playing, I have nothing to do but to eat &amp;amp; stare &amp;amp; listen to people talk, every year, I know what I'm gonna eat at every pitstop(soft soft cake at 二舅 hse, beehoon &amp;amp; 甜汤 for lunch, 发菜 at Tanjong Rhu, lots of varieties of goodies at Sengkang, Kopi &amp;amp; Koropok at Ubi, almost nothing at Serangoon, reunion dinner leftovers for dinner). But still, I enjoy the visiting. This year, the younger cousins kept the "tissues tradition" going on just that is kinda modified. No longer throwing on each other's cars but putting wet tissues in Ryan &amp;amp; Keith's shoes. You know, I duno why they are the one always being targeted at. Funny thing was that both of them didnt notice the wet tissues in their shoes till we head back to ah ma hse for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165744578970534146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BpU0XwQQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JFstxMfWrUo/s320/IMG_4416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cousins&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165744170948641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7Bo9EXwQPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-iHTRP5Y7Uc/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165745807331180866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BqcUXwQUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NOVfsleJAEI/s320/sis+%26+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165749303434559874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7Btn0XwQYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/t7mSq2kE-Gw/s320/cousins2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;初二&lt;br /&gt;2nd day is always the boring day. A day of visiting with no cny atmosphere. I dunno why. Even my sis say so. Went to 小舅 hse. I think I've been to his place like only 3 times? Now then I know his garden appeared in the straits times before. His back of the garden look like a mini jungle. He had been doing his own gardening since he shifted to his place 18yrs ago. His money plant grew up till his neighbours' windows. Lucky his neighbours like plants so it was alright. His family is shifting soon and I wonder how many trips he need to make to transport all his plants. There's one pot of ferns that is big enough to take up the whole lorry space. 小舅母 told us, "his plants dropped a leaf he know, but my hair colour change so many times he also never notice." Haha.. And they have a few huge Kois. Really big &amp;amp; fat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165744832373604626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BpjkXwQRI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YW3LMIdqVfU/s320/IMG_4425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165745626942554418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BqR0XwQTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/xnvcB8SWf84/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;小舅's garden from inside of hse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165745270460268834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7Bp9EXwQSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fGRwenHVpTI/s320/IMG_4429.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;look at his fish&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165746142338629970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7Bqv0XwQVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XzKINA-X3c8/s320/IMG_4434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next stop was to 二姨 hse. Her grandsons were not around so it was a boring session for me &amp;amp; sis, so we kept eating goodies. That was our lunch. I cant believe my 二姨 &amp;amp; 二姨丈 are in their late 60s &amp;amp; early 70s already. I mean, they dont look like la. 3rd stop was to go pray 大伯公 at jurong west. 4th stop to 大姨 hse. Wanted to leave early but sis said want to see the lion dance 1st. My 大姨 family called the lion dance to their house. I believed it was my 1st experience to see such things also. After that went to the River Hongbao. Same as usual. Had KFC for dinner &amp;amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lion trying to scare the girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165746687799476578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BrPkXwQWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5VsMUQ_M2jo/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;初三&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Initially no plans for the morning &amp;amp; afternoon. Last min arrangements of going to do visiting at Huiying, mine &amp;amp; Diana's place with the 3 of us, zheng long, frankie &amp;amp; edison. So nice of hy's mum to prepare beehoon, nuggets &amp;amp; fried chicken for us. But too much, we couldnt finish. Later on, took bus 5 to my place. Sis finally waited for edison to come coz she wanted to race car with him on the xbox. They had a race last yr &amp;amp; edison lost tragically. haha.. This yr, edison claimed that he will win for sure since he learnt driving. In the end, edison still lose to my sis for the many races the had. But I must say, he did improve though. Last stop was at Diana's place. This yr we didnt gamble at all. Surprisingly. Guess it was too rush also. Good also, can save money. Went back home, steamboat dinner with familiy, 四姨 &amp;amp; dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165748225397768562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BspEXwQXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/j_w-hy1vPEc/s320/IMG_4460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning watched Ah Long Pte Ltd with family &amp;amp; 四姨 at Tampines Mall. The show is bad la. No story plot, whole movie showing loan sharks, how they try to reform, etc. If not for Mark Lee's entertaining scenes, I would be sleeping in the theatre already. After the movie, rushed off to Jurong Point to watched Kungfu Dunk with dear, his sis &amp;amp; his sis's bf. Had a quick lunch at KFC (AGAIN!!!) before the movie. This was a much better one. At least entertaining throughout and more interesting. Went to his house to bai nian then dinner with his family. It's been a long time since I last took train home from boon lay. Always he send me home but too bad he gotta book in early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the few days of CNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7529518101941372628?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7529518101941372628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7529518101941372628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7529518101941372628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7529518101941372628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7529518101941372628' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R7BpU0XwQQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/JFstxMfWrUo/s72-c/IMG_4416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7172416374439947509</id><published>2008-01-31T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:13:43.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy now(jas &amp;amp; nana must be feeling that way too). Finally, we bought our hello kitty calculators after many weeks of search. Searched in the east, west, both also dun have. Today, decided to head down to Raffles place to give it a try. And woohoo, found it. I bought calculator, mini mouse &amp;amp; notebook. So many cute things to buy. Keep it for next time. Shopping list to be ready for next shopping at that shop. Haha. We were so worried that our calculators might get scratches so our next goal is to find pouch for them. Went to Plaza Singapura &amp;amp; woohoo, got our calculator a home. So now, 3 of us has the same pouch &amp;amp; calculator. And we gonna hang our 3 tofus on it. But with the new calculator, we are still not motivated to do our POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mini mouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161623349335528866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R6HFFrmBlaI/AAAAAAAAAak/LDa-IkfdMLo/s320/IMG_4407.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calculator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161623873321538994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R6HFkLmBlbI/AAAAAAAAAas/WHB1jAO1fgY/s320/IMG_4410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inside of the calculator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161624667890488770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R6HGSbmBlcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HPkuQmGp9cs/s320/IMG_4412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calculator pouch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161625063027480018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R6HGpbmBldI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z2MWPhDLFkI/s320/IMG_4413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to do relief teaching. Was called up in the morning and told to relief from 3pm to 6.30pm. 1st time doing relief teaching. Nervous &amp;amp; excited. Can I do a good job? What if things go wrong? How will the kids react? So brought my documents &amp;amp; went to school to report. The staff just gave me a quick debrief &amp;amp; I meant really quick. Was told to call the teacher whom I'm supposed to relief. Called but nobody picked up, the staff tried to find other means of getting her but no response came back. With no response from her, I didnt know what am I suppose to give the students or to teach them. Went to the teachers table, only found her textbook. Just take them &amp;amp; headed to class. Teaching the P2. 1st thing they said were, "Relief Teacher" and they started to approach me, asked me what happen to their teacher. It was a tough day... I couldnt get their attention. They were very noisy. I managed to get them to quiet down, but that was just only for a few seconds. Gosh. I really didnt know what to do. Then later on, one teacher came into the class to scold them. All I did yesterday was to get them write a story, do maths exercises &amp;amp; going through the answers with them. I did raised my voice but it seems to help only for short term. I think the way I scold doesnt sound like scolding, just that is loud. Other teachers scold really got the impact you know and it doesnt have to be loud. Despite these headaches from the students, I received notes, drawings from a few of them. Then they draw a girl on the board &amp;amp; wrote "Miss Ng rocks" Haha.. So cute. So now I have experience what is it like to teach a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a happy girl now..&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/7713789-7172416374439947509?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7172416374439947509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7172416374439947509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7172416374439947509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7172416374439947509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7172416374439947509' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R6HFFrmBlaI/AAAAAAAAAak/LDa-IkfdMLo/s72-c/IMG_4407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3375099781190013082</id><published>2008-01-25T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:16:48.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="370" frameborder="0" height="430" src="http://www.areyouclear.sg/clearly/me/4055"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Discover your personality &amp;amp; stand a chance to win an iPod Touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3375099781190013082?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3375099781190013082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3375099781190013082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3375099781190013082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3375099781190013082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3375099781190013082' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-6225930490242617827</id><published>2008-01-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:21:31.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 14 lessons to go before my prelims. Prelim timetable is out and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;05/03/2008 WED&lt;br /&gt;10:00-13:00&lt;br /&gt;HALL4.03&lt;br /&gt;PUOLFT/AA-PSOC :UOL Prelim Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/03/2008 WED&lt;br /&gt;14:00-17:00&lt;br /&gt;LT4.02&lt;br /&gt;PUOLFT/AA-ESAP :UOL Prelim Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/03/2008 SAT&lt;br /&gt;14:00-17:00&lt;br /&gt;HALL4.03&lt;br /&gt;PUOLFT/AA-PMKG :UOL Prelim Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/03/2008 MON&lt;br /&gt;10:00-13:00&lt;br /&gt;HALL4.03&lt;br /&gt;PUOLFT/AA-POA :UOL Prelim Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 2 crazy papers on the same day. I think my hand will be numb by the end of it. Crazy essays to write for 6hours in total. And the days are just few days apart? Alright, so maybe it's not that bad coz SP's exam timetable is the same. But my final papers for UOL are like a week apart? Well, lucky the results for the prelims wont be counted for my final grade. Still, I hope to do well for it, at least I can roughly know where I stand. I dont pin for high hopes now, coz my assignments and tests have proven to me that I'm still a B+ student. Not an A. I'm so gonna mug like crazy. Sianz, tests, assignments are coming in these few weeks. Gotta plan for timetable for my self studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just took out my Rules &amp;amp; Regulations booket for UOL and saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Class Honours - awarded to students who, of the nine marks being used for classification, have either five first class marks OR four first class marks and an aggregate of 590.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upper Second Class Honours - awarded to students who, of the nine marks being used for classification, have either five upper second class marks OR four upper second class marks and an aggregate of 515.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Class marks: 70% - 100%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upper Second Class marks: 60% - 69%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to go on for the rest coz I dont intend to have the rest of the honours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end off, gonna post pics on the tofu girls' fingernails today. It was as though 3 of us went for a transformation. Usually, Jas will paint her nails with different designs, I just paint it with simple &amp;amp; light colours, Nana with no nail polish on. But just look at our fingernails today? (Maybe it doesnt look very clear in the pic) Haha.. We took a pic for commemoration. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158989589490275730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R5hpsrmBlZI/AAAAAAAAAac/Qkby5lv4m9U/s320/fingernails2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6225930490242617827?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6225930490242617827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6225930490242617827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6225930490242617827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6225930490242617827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6225930490242617827' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R5hpsrmBlZI/AAAAAAAAAac/Qkby5lv4m9U/s72-c/fingernails2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-4332109197898993564</id><published>2008-01-21T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:32:19.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this weird and scary dream the other night. I was driving along somewhere then suddenly I saw this car got distorted somehow and there were these 2 kids flying out from this side to the other side of the road. Got off my car and went to take a look at the kids. Surprisingly they were alright after the major flight. So I went back to the other side of the road to get back on driving. But I couldnt find my car! I walked up and down the road but it was just not there. Instead, I saw many other cars and there's this ah gua approached me dunno for what reason. Shocked, I just turned and walked away. Somehow I have this thinking that I didnt place the gear to "P" and pull up the hand brake so the car carried on moving. I'm missing a small phase of my dream out coz dun wish to share with everyone. Heez.. But ya, the thought of car moving off and perhaps crashing into some other stuffs really scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the dream. Ytd went to gym with dad. So last minute. I saw dad changed into his attired then quickly stopped my work and everything, changed into my attire and went gym. Yesterday tried the weight lifting. I'm really weak. My arms felt weak just by doing the lightest weight. Haha.. But no muscleache though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was telling diana ytd that I missed spac2go alot.. Haha. Looking forward to next event (anni).. Hurry hurry... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4332109197898993564?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4332109197898993564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4332109197898993564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4332109197898993564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4332109197898993564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4332109197898993564' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-1816642881823546641</id><published>2008-01-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:44:50.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had fun today.. Supposed to meet zheng long and rest at 12pm at Cityhall for kbox. I was late by half hr. So went to find zheng long, frankie &amp;amp; mike at Food Republic at Suntec. We went for our lunch at Crystal Jade while waiting for Diana. As usual la, late lor. Then we were predicting what time will she reach. Frankie said she will only reach when each of us sang 5 songs. True enough, Diana arrived when we done so. So long no sing kbox, abit weird. Like cant sing like tat.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike went off after kbox so 4 of us had our dinner. We tried something new again. Turkish cuisine. Is great just that Diana &amp;amp; I cant finish our food. The dessert call "Kunfe" very nice. Worth the money. Taste abit like kaya toast. Had a complimentary cup of some english tea. Was feeling very full. Walked around the shops, helping Frankie to find his new year clothes. Got him to try into something he never wear. Looks rather good in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, another day gone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some recalling of the past. Still cant believe the things I've done, how things are sometimes decided by destiny. Always think what would happen if....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1816642881823546641?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1816642881823546641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1816642881823546641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1816642881823546641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1816642881823546641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#1816642881823546641' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-5408175868109587007</id><published>2008-01-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:38:45.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno what came over me on tues coz I bought 3 pairs of shoes at one go. Sociology lesson was cancelled coz lecturer was sick. Yeah!!! I'm not mean but not having sociology lesson is such a good news to know. So went to Orchard to help my mum collect the facial products. Since I was still early for my lesson, I went to shop around for shoes coz I have quite a few new clothes which I haven even open yet. I dun have many flats, always very high heels but I dun wear them that often. In the end, you see me always wearing the same old shoes or just my slipper. Went to Far East Plaza to shop, saw some shoes that caught my attention. Tried on, can fit, just buy. Didnt bother to think much coz with the size of my leg, it's not an easy task to get shoes I fancy. Bought 1st pair from Giovanna. Then continued to shop around, saw another shop. They were having some promotion (20% off the 2nd pair). I tried on the 2nd pair, then the salesgirl asked me whether I wanna get another one. Initially I didnt want, then I saw another pair looks really nice. The salesgirl saw me trying on, then started to persuade me. The next moment I find myself paying for the 3rd pair of shoes. And there, I was carrying 2 bags of shoes to school. Think people see me carry think I crazy lor. But then who cares. I'm happy anyway. 3 pairs for $65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st pair - black &amp;amp; like the silvery part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154235249630705394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R4eFprcI9vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MlxBXFu-9po/s320/shoes003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd pair - like the colour and very comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154234467946657490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R4eE8LcI9tI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3YXhQLiB5QQ/s320/shoes001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd pair - like the design, unique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154234738529597154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R4eFL7cI9uI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/6DM1rh6xKzs/s320/shoes002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to visit cousin (xiao qing jie jie) on wed. She had breathing problems on tues morning, admitted her to Gleneagles Hospital and was arranged for an operation to mend the hole in her lung. gosh. Scary. She's so young, only 30+. Nothing wrong since she was a child. She was feeling pain &amp;amp; sounded weak when I visited her. Received updates on her condition, she felt pain on her back and couldnt lie down. So she had been sitting throughout the day. Wonder how she gonna slp. Anyway, she had an x-ray, doctor said the pain is normal coz it means she's recovering. Well, that's a good news. Hope she get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pay for our exam fees yesterday at RELC. The 4 papers cost us S$2084. So expensive. Really cannot afford to fail. But I'm not even prepared for my prelims now. Yesterday was telling the tofus that the moment I see accounts lecturer, I'm switched off already. Everytime during POA lesson, sure get headaches &amp;amp; fed up coz there are so many numbers to see &amp;amp; copy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear is going to Taiwan tml. I will only be able to contact him like 3 weeks later? Say long not long, say short also not short. He was asking me how come I never grumble about his trip. I was surprised he asked. He said alot of his friends' gfs were grumbling, say why must go, go so long, etc. I told him grumble for what, I also cant do anything. More over, I know this is part of the procedure &amp;amp; prepared for it le. He's now sick, hope he gets better tml if not jia lat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-5408175868109587007?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5408175868109587007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=5408175868109587007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5408175868109587007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5408175868109587007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5408175868109587007' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R4eFprcI9vI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MlxBXFu-9po/s72-c/shoes003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8227050155433264526</id><published>2008-01-02T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:04:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Blink* and we have sent off 2007 &amp;amp; welcomed 2008. New year eve was spent with dear &amp;amp; night with my family. Was watching fireworks at Kallang river. A spacious green grass patch, very windy weather is not a bad choice afterall. Dad suggested to sit on the chairs near the sand pool and chit chat. I was wondering what can we chat also. Just the 4 of us. Sat down, moments later, sis complained boring, dad as usual, will fly to dreamland once his head rest on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to look back at what I've done in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Jan--&gt; the day I passed down my Secretary role to the juniors&lt;br /&gt;13 Jan--&gt; Spac2go 11th Anni but I missed it coz of my piano concert. Sadded, it was my 1st time missing spac2go's event. A hell rush of BD that night at dear's place. But was fun. Doing the stupid stuffs at 7-11, cutting &amp;amp; gluing little chairs &amp;amp; tables.&lt;br /&gt;17 &amp;amp; 18 Jan--&gt; More rushing of BD&lt;br /&gt;19 Jan--&gt; MMIT Semifinals&lt;br /&gt;20 Jan--&gt; BD Finals&lt;br /&gt;Then came the final exams for poly.&lt;br /&gt;14 Feb--&gt; 1st valentine&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebrations, visiting royal clique's homes, spac2go clique home visiting.&lt;br /&gt;Rushing of MMIT for the finals.&lt;br /&gt;2 Mar--&gt; MMIT Finals&lt;br /&gt;8 Mar--&gt; Graduation Ball. 1st actual &amp;amp; nice grad ball, coz sec sch really sux. 1st time doing the hair &amp;amp; makeup. 1st clubbing experience.&lt;br /&gt;13 Mar--&gt; Urine infection &amp;amp; I cried the whole night coz I thought I'm very ill.&lt;br /&gt;18 Mar--&gt; Surprise bdae celebration for zheng long &amp;amp; frankie. Amost got thrown into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;5 April--&gt; 1st day of work at DBS HR.&lt;br /&gt;7 April--&gt; Spac2go Farewell party. Fun in uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;22 May--&gt; Graduation Ceremony. Finally the day had come where all the SP grads had turned into Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Bridging Course for Maths &amp;amp; Econs from June to Aug&lt;br /&gt;29 Jun--&gt; Last day of work at DBS HR&lt;br /&gt;13 July to 20 July--&gt; Sis's beijing partner came to stay at our place&lt;br /&gt;31 July--&gt; Start of Uni life.&lt;br /&gt;11 Aug--&gt; Start of wearing contacts.&lt;br /&gt;1 Sep to 9 Sep--&gt; Sis fly to beijing with school to stay in her beijing partner's place&lt;br /&gt;2 Sep to 8 Sep--&gt; Dad &amp;amp; Mum went as well&lt;br /&gt;15 Sep--&gt; Death of my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;1 Dec--&gt; Ah Ma's big celebration of her 80th Bdae&lt;br /&gt;2 Dec to 5 Dec--&gt; Cruise with relatives from dad's side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into Uni was the big thing this year. Now in it, striving to pass is a big tough job. Moreover, prelims coming soon in a month's time and I think I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hope for in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st class honour results (but tat's in a very far far away land)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pass my Grade 8 theory by end of year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People around me to be healthy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smooth r/s&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8227050155433264526?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8227050155433264526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8227050155433264526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8227050155433264526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8227050155433264526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8227050155433264526' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-2967160833452165764</id><published>2007-12-21T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:28:16.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics for my Star Cruise trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star gazing+Chit Chatting+Resting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vFlQnaNTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bt_KeAfOAY4/s1600-h/IMG_4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146424243107018034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vFlQnaNTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bt_KeAfOAY4/s320/IMG_4018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;姑姑, Me, Ah Ma, Jen &amp;amp; Derek(cousin &amp;amp; his wife)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146425557367010626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vGxwnaNUI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Qtxs7lCJVf8/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Superman!!! Or rather Superwoman!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146425986863740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vHKwnaNVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/uWwz5rtclA8/s320/IMG_4118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Ma's celebrating her 80th birthday on board&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146426261741647202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vHawnaNWI/AAAAAAAAAY0/8TVdWfqeaOo/s320/IMG_4127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsunami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146426596749096306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vHuQnaNXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V1Gr5b48HYg/s320/IMG_4142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patong Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146426983296152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vIEwnaNYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NuX0Vn3bVto/s320/IMG_4160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With cousins: Rachel, Kellyn &amp;amp; Alvin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146427309713667474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vIXwnaNZI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bRnGKR5AboQ/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146427644721116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vIrQnaNaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Y_zuYl9i0Pg/s320/IMG_4172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Sis playing a BIG game of chess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146428026973205938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vJBgnaNbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/L92jdH8iWEs/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Everyone on board the ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146428349095753154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vJUQnaNcI/AAAAAAAAAZk/R1UwebhDV1g/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2967160833452165764?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2967160833452165764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2967160833452165764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2967160833452165764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2967160833452165764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2967160833452165764' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R2vFlQnaNTI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bt_KeAfOAY4/s72-c/IMG_4018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-6564678681176014305</id><published>2007-12-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:47:46.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihi, I'm back from my cruise. Yes, been back for few days but didnt have time to blog coz been rushing to burn all the videos &amp;amp; photos for my cousin &amp;amp; his wife who are leaving singapore back to their home tml. Anyway, shall update some things over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th Nov 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Rachel's Bdae at chalet. I was kinda bored there coz no games suitable ma. All 11yrs &amp;amp; below. So I just helped my 2 cousins, Cheryl &amp;amp; Alvin, fill up water bombs lor. Then we had photo taking session. Initially only all the children taking the pics. Then all the uncles &amp;amp; aunties were like calling all the cousins to join in as well. Then it's like so weird to join in the kids la. Like children. Myself 20yrs old, Alvin 15yrs old. They forgotten about my other cousin, Derek who is 26yrs old. Haha.. So in the photo, you will see all the kids with 3 slightly older children around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141641032571275586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R1rHRwz7yUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yA2hPiiEcBI/s320/Rachel+Birthday_251107+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141641380463626578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R1rHmAz7yVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/v5GEFBi8Dg4/s320/Rachel+Birthday_251107+136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Dec 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day for my ah ma, a day which was planned a year ago. It was my ah ma's 80th bdae. Actually, quite difficult to imagine she's that old (her age that is) coz to me she's still like in her 70s. Always so energetic, travel around, be it in Singapore or the world. So, the planning &amp;amp; organzing was done by the children. Went to try out the dishes at different places, finally decided on Wah Lok Restaurant at Carlton Hotel. Booked a private room of 8 tables for dinner. We hired a professional photographer as well to have our family photo taken. Ah Ma 是世界最幸福的女人. Everyone were there to celebrate her bdae, moreover, a surprise turn up by my cousin, Ian from London. She was so happy that she cried. We had a short drama on the day Ian arrived. We had him sitting at one table, the rest of the relatives &amp;amp; ah ma sat at one table. We wanted to see whether ah ma will spot Ian &amp;amp; approached. When she finally saw, she just went ahead &amp;amp; call him. As expected, she started to "scold" Ian for not telling her that he was coming. Haha. Back to Ah Ma's bdae dinner. Our family went early to have our photos taken before the guests arrived. By the time all the guests arrived, &amp;amp; ready to start dinner, it was already 8pm. We were all so hungry. The sitting arrangements were kinda interesting. 1st time we had all the LOCAL grandchildren sitting at 1 table with the 2 maids. Funny to use the word local rite? But that was what my mum told me. Coz ah ma has another 2 grandchildren, Ian &amp;amp; Derek, overseas ma. So I was joking with my family that I am the eldest among the LOCAL grandchildren but the 3rd eldest among the INTERNATIONAL grandchildren. Haha.. The food for that night was alright. Not that fantastic. Only like the Peking duck. Children are always very picky with their food so they will usually push their unwanted food to their parents. Since that day, no parents around on our table, my 2 cheeky cousins, Alvin &amp;amp; Cheryl, &amp;amp; sis placed all their sea cucumbers on my plate!!! I wasnt around when they did it. So when I came back, I got a shocked! Coz my plate was overflowing! Seriously. Shld haf taken a pic of it. But of coz i didnt finish all la. Siao, eat so much. Then was cake cutting session. We even had a photo taking at each table, machiam like wedding. Finally, after last dish was served, it was the end of everything. Yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Photo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141642007528851810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R1rIKgz7yWI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WzKqiW4W0pw/s320/37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141642385485973874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R1rIggz7yXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IKlFRU5MaXo/s320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cousins with Ah Ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141643678271129986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R1rJrwz7yYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/dGnYnjaNFV8/s320/86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Dec 2007 to 5th Dec&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that was planned few months back. Dad suggested the "Ng" family should go to cruise together, afterall, is very rare to have koo koo family to be in Singapore. However, only ah ma, 姑姑, 姑丈, Derek, Jennifer, Uncle Poh Seng family, my family, Uncle Poh Heng family &amp;amp; Rachel went. Uncle Poh Kee, Aunty Chris &amp;amp; Cheryl wont free. 18 of us went on Superstar Virgo, to Penang &amp;amp; Phuket, for 4days 3nights. This my 3rd time on board &amp;amp; finally there's gang around, so will be more fun. My dad did videoing &amp;amp; he videoed me doing something so ugly!!! And he didnt tell me till he finished videoing me. Hmph. Summore I need to burn some of the videos for my relatives lor. Now make me edit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at Penang on 3rd Dec. The taxi drivers over there were scary manz. You haven even got the chance to stepped onto the land of Penang, they come rushing to you asking whether we wanted taxi. We ignored them &amp;amp; they gave us attitude. WTH. Uncle Poh Seng happened to have a friend at Penang. His friend is so nice to drive us from place to place. And because there were 12 of us at Penang, his friend gotta drive us 2 to 3 trips. So paiseh. He also brought us to try famous dishes like Cha Kuey Diao. Well, it was something different since food on board the ship was boring. Returned back to ship in the late afternoon. Went to "play" water, jakuzzi. Had bbq dinner. It was also ah ma's actual bdae so we bought a cake from one of the cafe &amp;amp; helped ah ma sing bdae song. That night, mum, Aunty Man Lou &amp;amp; I decided to go to Casino. My whole idea was to just take a look coz I wanted to take a look. Went in, mum gave me $50 &amp;amp; asked me go play. Dotz. I didnt expect that. She still say, "Go play la, then stand here for what? Go play, dun come disturb me." Haha.. So see mum play awhile then Aunty Man Lou &amp;amp; I went to play. Only played jackpot coz is easiest. Just press the buttons only. No more those pull handle type le. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at Phuket on 4th Dec. Very hot!! There were many constructions going on coz of the Tsunami 3 years ago. We only walked around the shops along the beach. Had Thai lunch. It was great!!! Then went back to ship. We had Gala Dinner that night. It's nothing special, just that you have your dinner served &amp;amp; in a more high class area. Watched topless show. BORING!! Almost fell aslp. The one I saw in Las Vegas was better, nicer costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th Dec was last day. I accompanied the 3 small girls to some activities session. In the end, I joined in as well. Haha.. Too bored. But in anycase, I had been accompanying them throughout the trip la. Coz my generation de, the "grouping wise" kinda weird la. Derek &amp;amp; Jen were on their own. Ryan &amp;amp; Keith were with their parents if not on their own. Then left Alvin, Kellyn, Rachel, sis &amp;amp; I. The 3 girls are aged 11yrs &amp;amp; below lor. Then I like inbetween no where. Haha.. But it was fun being with Alvin &amp;amp; the 3 girls. But noisy as well. Talked non stop. Hehe. Oh ya. I woke up with a bad stomachache. Diarhoea before I went for breakfast. Didnt have appetite during breakfast. Ate a few mouthfuls of cereal &amp;amp; that's it. I vomited. And it was food from the gala dinner. Mushrooms! Sianz. That whole day, I couldnt eat much. Almost vomited during dinner. Came home, vomited again about 3am. Had medicine &amp;amp; now I'm fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days I'm on cruise was dear's free days as well coz he pop from his BSLC. So coincidence. Everytime he pop, I not free. The other time, my grandpa passed away. This time round was cruise. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruise pics will upload in the next entry... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6564678681176014305?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6564678681176014305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6564678681176014305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6564678681176014305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6564678681176014305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6564678681176014305' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/R1rHRwz7yUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yA2hPiiEcBI/s72-c/Rachel+Birthday_251107+130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7788134070666573890</id><published>2007-11-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:32:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just getting lazier &amp;amp; lazier to blog. Everytime wanted to blog, I will think, "aiya, tml la." And the "tml" thingy went on for weeks. Juz to add into memories only.&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;Met up with Pui Shan on 31st Oct. We came up with some ideas but in the end, we just had a simple window shopping, afternoon tea &amp;amp; chatting all the way. Met at about 2pm at Orchard. This girl ah, all of sudden pop out of nowhere, trying to scare me. And u did la.. haha.. We talked non stop, we didnt even really do window shopping. We just walked into the shops, flipping through the clothes but were facing each other, talking away. Think the McCafe staff hate us coz we sat there for a few hours with just 2 slices of cheese cakes &amp;amp; 2 cups of hot mocha. Had a great chat with Pui Shan. And finally, I noe who is the person le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 3rd Nov, supposed to have a sec school class gathering but was cancelled coz very little people can turned up. So sad.. In the end, I met up with Diana &amp;amp; Frankie. I wanted to try the jap restaurant that Jas said it was nice. Rakuzen at Millenia Walk. The ambience is really nice. They have curtains that separate almost each table. But is kinda distracting as well, coz you know there's people coming in but you cant see them, so you will try to peep here n there to see. We ordered the set dinner and is really alot and nice la.. Diana was complaining she's very hungry, can eat one chicken. Lolx.. But she haven even eat half of her food, she say she's full already. Pengz... But she managed to finish all her food. We all did. The sashimi are very fresh. The beef smells &amp;amp; tastes delicious. The chawamushi also very smooth. Everything nice. Below are the food we had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132302483618761538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmZ6q_zi0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/hTkH1LeQB6Q/s320/03112007188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reminder for diana from frankie &amp;amp; me. Remember to get a very patient &amp;amp; high tolerance photographer for your wedding photos ah.. We spent at least 15 to 20mins taking pictures of ourselves coz this girl ah keep complaining not nice. Haha..So diana rmb ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132305103548812114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmcTK_zi1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/D7nfAgFmsyA/s320/03112007172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306044146649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmdJ6_zi2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/0k9KC8lmhr0/s320/03112007173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132306284664818546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmdX6_zi3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/s8pDFeREahM/s320/03112007174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went cycling on 8th Nov with family at East Coast Park. Wanted to go early in the morning but was raining so went in the early afternoon. When we reached ECP at about 1pm, the bicycles at the malay stall all gone. All rented out. Went to the chinese stall to rent. Lucky still have. Think I'm really in a bad shape coz my thighs felt tired during the 2hrs of cycling. Cycling on that day really test your cycling skills manz. The whole ECP is crowded with people except for the areas A &amp;amp; B. The rest were bad. You could hardly cycle. You ring your bell but do they care? No! So squeeze here &amp;amp; there, e-breaks here &amp;amp; there lor. After cycling, our legs were really tired. Went to Parkway Parade to collect sis's new specs. Her degree had increased, same as mine now. And she's only 11yrs old. Had dinner, bought some groceries &amp;amp; went home to rest le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 10th Nov, it was sis's guzheng concert at Victoria Theatre. Early morning woke up, helped mum to tie her hair &amp;amp; put on make up for her. Sent her to school. Regret going to her school coz it was boring. Go there, helped them tie the ribbons on their hair. Rest of time, my dad &amp;amp; I were doing nothing. Mum didnt want to go off yet coz sis &amp;amp; rest of students still around. Mum wanted to wait till they leave for Victoria Theatre. In the end we spent about 2hrs in Tao Nan School. Boring.... Dad, mum &amp;amp; I went to Bedok Reservoir coffee shop for lunch before we head home. Go home, 1st thing I did was to take a nap. Haha. Wanted to play game but eyes told me I needed a nap. Slept for a short while, bathed &amp;amp; off we go to Victoria Theatre. I drove there. 1st time drove to town and into a multi storey carpark (except for those HDB carparks). Ya.. I noe..I passed driving for almost a year but this was my 1st time to town. The performance was boring. Maybe coz we didnt noe how to enjoy. Dad decided to slp for awhile. Half the time, dad, mum &amp;amp; I were laughing away coz making fun of some things about the performance. We only enjoyed 3 performances out of 15. Anyway, sis's dress didnt look so weird afterall on stage. Coz it looks like a womanly superman. Superman wear his underwear outside, this womanly superman wears the undergarment outside. Mum told my sis, "you should ask your teacher whose wedding you are attending and are the teachers afraid you girls are gonna make a mess on your dress that they think you need a bib?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting ready for her wedding? haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312413583149954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rzmi8q_zi4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/1l0pTy5ntEM/s320/guzheng001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Womanly superman without her undergarment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312555317070738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmjE6_zi5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/JD_4p4K8Gk0/s320/guzheng002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to put on her "undergarment"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132312877439617954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmjXq_zi6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZVMsWjz8RtE/s320/guzheng003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta-da!! Presenting Womanly superman..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132313040648375218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmjhK_zi7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/LtrfJCRexgs/s320/guzheng004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went to Vivo to catch "The Game Plan" at 2.15pm. Dear got his Safra card le so got discount for weekend tickets from now on. Yeah..But not i pay also.. hehe.. It was a nice movie. And "Joe" is damn rich la.. So many Chanel products in the cupboard. He just anyhow pick one to give one of the girls. Well, I dun really go for these products but still he's damn rich la.. Movie was funny but with some very touching &amp;amp; emotional scenes as well. Saw the "Nippon Maru" cruise liner. When we 1st saw it, we saw lots of people queuing up to go on board the ship. After shopping around and the next time we saw, the cruise liner was moving off. All the passengers on board were waving goodbye to everyone. Just like in Titanic. 1st time I see such things. Coz you dun see people waving goodbye when they board on Superstar Virgo right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After movie and some shopping, dear sent me to Tampines before he head home. I was going for another movie. Haha.. "The Bee Movie" with my family and aunt. Yeah.. Movie marathon. It's a pretty funny show, simple story. But the movie too short. Only about 1.5 hrs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it ba. Cya.. =)&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/7713789-7788134070666573890?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7788134070666573890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7788134070666573890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7788134070666573890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7788134070666573890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7788134070666573890' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RzmZ6q_zi0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/hTkH1LeQB6Q/s72-c/03112007188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-5154519375922729130</id><published>2007-10-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:21:09.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a moment, I thought I'm going to lose my blog, all my blog entries. My account to sign in to my blog is using google account. I have 2 accounts and being not logging into my blog for a long time, I forgot my login account. Thought is my 2nd gmail account. Keep trying but they ask me to sign up for new one. Panicked... At least 5 mins later, then I realised I using the wrong account. Haha.. Phew.. Dunno wat to do if i were to lose my blog entries. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sociology is getting tougher. Got back my test results. For UOL, passing grade is 34%, distinction is 70%. Sounds easy rite? But not so sure about it coz their questions are not easy to handle. So for this paper, if you were to score 8.5 out of 25, considered as pass the paper. 18.5 out of 25 and you get distinction. Dr Or told us that highest mark from our class was 18.5. All of us were like, "What?" Coz to us the results is bad la. Then she saw our expression, she replied, "Hey, is a distinction." But giving such a "easy to achieve" passing grade, only about 53% of my class pass the paper. Well, either didnt study (but i tink they did la coz ppl in my class like keep copying notes de) or dunno how to answer or answer out of point or didnt elaborate enough, etc. I got 13 out of 25. Is just a 52%. Is about grade for Second lower honours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think my worse nightmare is not that for now. Is the coming chapters for Sociology. Dun understand the topic. Lecturer talk, I copy lor. So many theories, so many sociologists. Ask me name them I can, ask mi to talk more about them, I cant. Like that how to answer the essay questions? Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lectures are becoming more boring. Jas, nana &amp;amp; I had been counting down to end of lesson almost every lesson. Out of 4 modules, I only enjoy one module. Elements of Social &amp;amp; Applied Psychology. Some of the materials given by lecturer are like personality test. Very fun. =) But not fun doing the assignment questions though. Machiam answers like all from the notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with libin, huishan &amp;amp; diana few weeks back. Went to kbox &amp;amp; shopping with diana meeting the other 2 for dinner. Hehe.. Bought lots of stuffs that day. Don't know what came upon me coz I'm a person who rarely do shopping, buy clothes, shoes. Just that day alone I spent about $100? At the end of the day, diana &amp;amp; my hands were full of shopping bags. Haha.. Being the greedy us, we decided to have large waffle ice cream each at Gelare. In the end, we were so full that we had to share our dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana, Hui Shan, Libin &amp;amp; Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125246589697097202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RyCInl0tffI/AAAAAAAAAWk/axxs3TFN8ak/s320/02102007163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went back to SP last week. It's such a nice feeling to go back. Miss poly life. Miss spac2go. Msg some of them but either nv reply or not in sch so didnt sms e rest le. Coz wan to see whether they at clubroom not den go back look see look see, chit chat with them. Sekali, as I was leaving dover, saw mike. He was at clubroom all the while.. haha.. should haf smsed him. Aiya.. too bad la.. hope to see all of u at next event which is....anni? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-5154519375922729130?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5154519375922729130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=5154519375922729130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5154519375922729130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/5154519375922729130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5154519375922729130' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RyCInl0tffI/AAAAAAAAAWk/axxs3TFN8ak/s72-c/02102007163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3373310706836960867</id><published>2007-09-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:34:54.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just checked my student portal &amp;amp; looked at my timetable.. Gosh.. There wont be any school holidays till at least Feb 2008. Continuously study for so many months. How to go holiday? Don't care.. Just skipped lesson. Opps.. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today had our sociology test which has no weightage at all. Our final results will be purely and strictly on our final exam that's all. Studied. What went in, almost all came out. Remember abit this &amp;amp; that. But it was a last minute study la. If study for end yr exam how sia? 100% weightage! I've not been going through my notes for the past week coz wasnt home half the time &amp;amp; I think I'm lost already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received email from the despatch office of uk and they are going to send me new copies of my subject guide. Yeah.. Coz the ones that they sent me few weeks ago, 2 out of 6 are badly damaged. And I mean really bad.. Just look at it. Sent email to them, showed them pics &amp;amp; requested for new ones. Think the postman who handled my subject guides really hate the pile of books..coz jasmine's subject guides are perfectly alright. Mr Postman, plz dun hate my books this time round ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114149739829724722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RvkcF6q1BjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MwPBreLi5ME/s320/books001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114149881563645506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RvkcOKq1BkI/AAAAAAAAAWY/tnwoSKHApX0/s320/books002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3373310706836960867?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3373310706836960867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3373310706836960867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3373310706836960867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3373310706836960867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3373310706836960867' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RvkcF6q1BjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MwPBreLi5ME/s72-c/books001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-701866936836576945</id><published>2007-09-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:50:53.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was so busy for the past week. Grandpa had left us a week ago. On last friday, 14th Sep, Mum told me grandpa was sent to hospital coz he complained stomach pain. I wasnt expecting any thing bad. Next morning when I woke up, sis came telling me grandpa was suffering from terminal stomach cancer. The cancer cells had burst. Small intestine damaged. Stomach had bacteria swimming inside. One of the blood vein was choked. Fast, he will leave us in 1 or 2 days time, slow he'll leave us in a week time. Gosh. My grandpa? Stomach Cancer at the last stage? That's definitely a shocking news. He had never seen doctor in his life, never had to take any medicine. He had been so healthy all along. The only thing was he was old &amp;amp; let him stayed in a nursing home last year. Mum, sis &amp;amp; I rushed down to NUH coz doctor predicted that he would not be able to speak after noon. Reached about 11plus &amp;amp; he couldnt speak already. Called him, he could still recognised. Tried to speak but no sound came out. See him in that state made me cry. Doctor gave him 100% oxygen coz grandpa was too weak. At about noon, he started to point to the ceiling &amp;amp; told us that there were 3 ppl there. Not a good sign. He could see "things". Later on, he started to stare at one side. He will only turn &amp;amp; response to you if you call him. His heartbeat was like about 100plus at that time. So afraid that it will suddenly become zero. I was at the hospital the whole time. Aunts, uncles, cousins started to come. In the evening, the nurses couldnt read his blood pressure anymore. There was a period of time, grandpa suddenly trembled badly (as though ppl who have fits). Happened 3 times. Was he in pain? Or was he catching his last few breaths?Later on, he was braindead. Everything gone, only left his heart beating. It started to deteriorate rather fast. Come to about 9pm, it started to dropped to 30plus, &amp;amp; further down. Then came to zero, then back to 15, zero, back to 20, so on &amp;amp; so forth. One of my cousins came the last, called my grandpa, his heartrate immediately shot up to 48 when it was initially zero. After awhile later, his heartbeat remained zero continuously. We knew he was gone for good. Everyone was calmed. No cries that were loud &amp;amp; dramatic. Coz we were already prepared for it. All the drama &amp;amp; crying were done before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa was much fortunate than my grandma. He managed to see all his children, children-in-laws, grandchildren for the last time before he leave. Well, not really all because 2 of my cousins didnt turn up. It's my 1st time witnessed someone dying. And this case is like so fast. Morning he was still alright. At least he could still respond. The next moment, he passed away at 9.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, went to SGH Mortuary to collect the body. It was at SGH coz NUH didnt have the space. When I saw grandpa, I was taken aback. His mouth were open, eyes opened to its maximum. It was scary. The rest of the day was a mess &amp;amp; busy. Double confirming the names to be on the obituary section, going to casket to confirm the coffin, going down to SPH to settle it. These may seems little but the work to be done is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why but just find that this time round, not many ppl care as much about grandpa's funeral as much as grandma's. Nobody borthered to really put in effort &amp;amp; fold the incense paper, keep burning the incense paper, when praying, you are supposed to remain silent &amp;amp; not talking away. Haiz. Just feel sad for grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so much unhappiness coz of this funeral. Just cant stand their attitude. My cousin was saying after this thing, we werent be meeting the rest anymore except for the close ones. It's sad but I gotta agree with her. I cant even see the future where all of us will be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was the 7th day. 四姨 prepared grandpa's dinner &amp;amp; breakfast for today before she go to 三姨 house to stay. She was afraid coz she's staying there alone. But apparently everything was as per normal. The dinner &amp;amp; breakfast, things in the house were still in position. The only thing was my 二舅 dreamt of my grandpa asking for kuay tiao soup. And 二舅 won 4D for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to friends for your concern and thanks to those who went to the funeral wake. Thanks dear for going to the wake &amp;amp; "helped" out that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to accompany dear this week but coz of grandpa's death, I didnt managed to accompany him as much. Sorry dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-701866936836576945?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/701866936836576945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=701866936836576945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/701866936836576945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/701866936836576945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#701866936836576945' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-8843425069348666445</id><published>2007-09-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:53:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Hui Ying!!! Just came back from dinner celebration at Soup Spoon at Raffles Place. 1st time there, tried the Meatless Milestrone, not bad.. Met Zheng Long &amp; Fiona at Raffles place. We were early so went to walk around &amp;amp; find the bdae cake. Zheng Long was trying to be funny &amp; suggested mooncake. Fiona &amp;amp; I thought we could trick Hui Ying by giving a small mooncake 1st then show the real bdae cake later on. As we were choosing the real bdae cake from Polar, I saw Fiona trying to hide a paper bag from Mango. Sth fishy, shld be my pressie. Lolx.. Went intot the Soup Spoon, thinking of where to hide the cake then one of the staffs approached us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The staff: 你们要藏蛋糕是吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zheng Long, Fiona &amp; I: *Nod our head* We were stunned by her word "藏". So weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huiying didnt know the 3 of us are going to be there for the dinner as well. It's supposed to be a surprise. Had a dinner talk which is full of scandals. Suddenly Zheng Long has a wife &amp;amp; son? Fiona a boyfriend, Huiying have guys giving her flowers, me saying yes so happily in liking someone, diana &amp;.... eh... diana like dun haf lehz.. haha.. Now Fiona &amp;amp; I 跳进黄河也洗不清啊！Lolx.. Then Zheng Long say tml he will read the newspaper with the heading, "2 females went to China to jump into 黄河 ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we took out the small pink mooncake which was inside a transparent plastic bag &amp; gave it to Huiying. She was so shocked!! Haha.. Told her tat's her bdae cake. She ate it. Later on, told the staff to bring out the real bdae cake. The staff came out, put the whole cake which was still in the box, which is still in the polar plastic bag, on the table, saying "Happy Birthday". *Faint* We looked at one another, stunned, laughed. Diana left 1st coz she had to rush back to office. There were leftovers of the cake so let Huiying bring it back to office. Accompanied Huiying back to office &amp;amp; we left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though is just a short dinner, I had an enjoyable time. Thanks Zheng Long, Fiona, Diana &amp; Hui Ying for everything just now. Thanks to Zheng Long, Fiona, Diana, Hui Ying, Frankie, Mike &amp;amp; Siang Wee for the white cardigan from Mango. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Kang Ming, Karen &amp; Germaine!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Dear's place slack slack then go to IMM. Aim is to buy my converse bag coz he will be able to buy it at special price. Is a bdae pressie from Dear. But sadly, Converse IMM dun carry the bag. So just had dinner &amp;amp; chat session at converse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110086112084815602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuqsPpp47vI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YhuJ_BtPbyg/s320/12092007154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Dear &amp; Myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bday. Had early class at 8.30am. So early.... Went to class, Liyana was late. Then she came in, carrying a adidas paper bag with a soft toy inside. For me. So sweet &amp;amp; cute of Jas &amp; Nana.. bought one of the tofu collections for me.. Looks like a stool. Thanx tofu girls. Didnt expect u gals to give me pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, walked around the cca booths at SIM. The way they display themselves so different from SP. Like so empty, nth much. Maybe coz they just set up. The ccas at SIM are ex la.. Pay for cca nvm but ex lehz.. Sian diao.. Left &amp;amp; went to meet Dear at Bugis. Pray, hoping to buy the converse bag at a special price. But sadly, they dun carry as well. Wanted to try Heeren but all sold out. It was destined for dear to buy it at original price. Went to Tampines Mall, bought the converse bag, Zinc shop to buy dear's bag. Yeah, we got our pressies. Dear came to my place for awhile before he left to meet his family for his own celebration. Oh ya.. mum somehow got dear's phone number &amp; msg him wishing him happie bdae. I didnt noe till dear showed me an unknown number. Well, mum had a weird intention of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner buffet with my family at Aquamarine at Marina Mandarin Hotel. It has more variety than Mandarin Hotel. The seafood are very fresh. Jap food, seafood, local food, desserts. Yum yum... Came home, had cake cutting session. We were very full so 4 of us shared 1 slice of cake only. Rest kept for next day breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My pressies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110085854386777826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuqsApp47uI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aCKXBt4HkJ0/s320/mybdae001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8843425069348666445?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8843425069348666445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8843425069348666445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8843425069348666445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8843425069348666445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8843425069348666445' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuqsPpp47vI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YhuJ_BtPbyg/s72-c/12092007154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2175327981187124781</id><published>2007-09-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:34:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Tekong for the 2nd time to attend Dear's POP. Yep. Dear, Alvin, Zheng Long, Tobbie, Wee Kiat, Wenhao all POP loh! Haha. Congrats.. Finally after the few mths locked up in a small island, they are now free.. Well, at least for the next 12days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Dear's parents at Pasir Ris. His 三姨，his young cousin, 四姨，四姨丈，舅舅 &amp; 舅母 were there as well. Each recruit was only given 2 tickets so his parents, 舅舅 &amp;amp; 舅母 (his other cousins also pop today) can enter without any trouble. Those without tickets gotta queue another side, waiting to be given extra tickets. Saw Alvin's parents &amp; surprisingly his mum still can recognise me. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settled down infront of Whiskey Company with his parents, 四姨 &amp;amp; 四姨丈 while his other relatives infront of Taurus Company. The parade started 15mins early. 1st part of the programme was having the 4 companies marching in, having the GOH to give a speech, giving out medals to the 4 Best Recruits of each company. See them march made me miss my girls brigade days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parade Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981065075577042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_NcwG0NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kFbEhhgx830/s320/pop001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear, Zheng Long &amp; Alvin is somewhere inside (go figure out, i dun even noe where)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981198219563234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_VMwG0OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/mlomll0Xras/s320/pop002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear is somewhere inside &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981335658516722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_dMwG0PI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SVlpJ9_ao7g/s320/pop003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd part of the programme was the more interesting part. They came in jogging without their rifles &amp; helmet, stand in position, waiting for their parents to put on the cap for them. Took some pics then went back to our seats. When all seated, the programme carried on by having the recruits suddenly dashed out to the front, doing some dance. If you guys watch 保家卫国 (the previous Ch 8, 9 pm show), you will know. After dance was finished, an announcement was made to graduate the recruits officially. Immediately, the recruits threw their cap high up into the sky. They managed to find their individual cap somehow, hugging each other, jumping up &amp;amp; down. So happy. After moments of hugs, they went to collect their stuffs before meeting their parents &amp; friends. All of them went to find their parents, put down their heavy bags &amp;amp; rushed off back to parade to take pics. Haha.. They were throwing their sergents up &amp; stuffs. They seemed reluctant to leave, too happy to leave the place liao.. haha.. &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="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helmet off, jogging into the parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981438737731842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_jMwG0QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/b5SUs_0KhXE/s320/pop004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear's parents putting cap on for dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981567586750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_qswG0RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/n5g1zZxbW0Q/s320/pop005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Me &amp; Dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981863939494178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_78wG0SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dYci9LL7nsA/s320/pop006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing the dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108983586221379922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RubBgMwG0VI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XOQij0RqzZk/s320/poploh002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off goes their caps &amp; POP loh!!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108981958428774706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RubABcwG0TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2CKaA5pgjxk/s320/poploh001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So proud &amp; happy for them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Took us almost an hr to get out of tekong &amp; back to Pasir Ris. Waited for the ferry &amp;amp; bus for quite some time.. Too many ppl bo bian la. Had dinner with dear, his parents, 三姨 &amp;amp; his young cousin at Changi Village before I head home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah.. Dear will be by my side during the weekdays as well le. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2175327981187124781?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2175327981187124781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2175327981187124781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2175327981187124781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2175327981187124781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2175327981187124781' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rua_NcwG0NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kFbEhhgx830/s72-c/pop001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-4268413512236787509</id><published>2007-09-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:31:54.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had been a week &amp; my family were back from their Beijing trip. It's gonna be a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send sis off to airport in the morning. See the students getting ready to travel with the school reminds me of myself 7yrs ago. I went to Beijing as well with school. Nobody except for one of the student cried. Came back home so dad &amp;amp; mum can continue with their packing for their flight to Beijing the same night. Sis's flight was supposed to be 8.50am but we received her call at about 9plus am. Her flight was delayed due to some engine problem so changed another plane. Took off at 10.15am instead. Went out for lunch, parents bought some last minute stuffs. Came back home, took a nap. Went out for dinner again, came back before we proceed off to airport. Just one day, I went out 4 times. So sianz. After sending dad &amp; mum off, 四姨 came to my house to stay for the night. Stayed up talking till about 3am. Tired manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with 四姨in the early afternoon. Met up with dear in the evening &amp;amp; watched Ratatouille. I didnt even realise the movie will be fully of rats till dear mentioned to me. But then those rats which will appear in the movies are cartoonised so it would look cute rather than scary. It's a funny show, specially like the part where the rat controlled the chef by pulling his hair. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met diana to accompany her to look at gifts for her trainer. It was raining that day &amp; we were like under the rain? After that she went for her work &amp;amp; I went home to prepare before I meet 四姨 for dinner. I stayed over at her place for the night. Suppose to go find her at work 1st but I was late. By the time I reached, she was closing shop le. Haha. Went to the hawker centre at Esplanade, the service of one stall was terrible la. Waited for so long then food came. It was not crowded at all lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed aunt to her work place, had breakfast at McDonalds before I left for my piano lesson. My piano teacher decided to introduce me to jazz, if I like then go ahead for the exams. It is so different from classical music. Learning classical music for the past few years, is just kinda difficult &amp; weird to switch the style of playing. But is really much more interesting &amp;amp; fun. Spent the rest of day at home. Yeah.. so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had suki sushi for lunch at Cineleisure with Diana. 1st time there, not bad.. More worth than Sakae Sushi. Went to Heeren to take neoprints. Diana &amp; I had the urge to take 2 times coz the neoprints are so pretty la. The machine is nice too, so princessy. Hehe. After that went back to Cineleisure to catch our "Hairspray". It's a musical just like "High School Musical" but it was quite a disappointment. Maybe I had much higher expectations but nevertheless I enjoyed the show too. Watched liao also feel like dancing. Show ended &amp;amp; we went to Takashimaya to do some window shopping, bought mango pudding before Diana went off to meet her frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108959487159881810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuarlcwG0FI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TTKGfaqC_74/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108959573059227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuarqcwG0GI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aqLgXBFdMNE/s320/thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108959379785699394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuarfMwG0EI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5aLYIHLHBvA/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108958310338842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ruaqg8wG0AI/AAAAAAAAATU/W7o8hdFW5AU/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108958993238642738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuarIswG0DI/AAAAAAAAATs/MFSrBQskeRE/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108958808555048994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ruaq98wG0CI/AAAAAAAAATk/7xH5-_wym5M/s320/ducky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108958679706030098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ruaq2cwG0BI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ch6g2uoCldY/s320/curtains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108958185784791026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuaqZswGz_I/AAAAAAAAATM/Yc_gpk2J8Fo/s320/basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose to meet Fiona &amp; Diana at Orchard mrt station at 4pm but Diana was very late. In the end, Fiona &amp;amp; I went to buy Venezia ice cream while waiting for Diana. And while we were enjoying our ice cream &amp; chit chatting away, we saw Andy &amp;amp; Sandy. Haha.. U 2 ah.. dun wanna sae liao if not andy come after me. Finally our Ms Late reached &amp; we headed straight to Pepper Lunch for dinner. 1st stop for our shopping spree was at M)phosis. Saw a dress which look rather nice on the model but it looked like a pajamas on me! Tried another &amp;amp; it look nice. Almost wanted to buy but I've yet to try the black colour so decided to check it out at other outlet. Went to Mango, Forever 21, Esprit, Far East Plaza. Diana was trying to look for a dress for a wedding dinner. But she very "tiao" also so after much searchings, we all agreed on a black dress at Esprit. Last stop was TCC to had some drinks &amp; food before heading home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Kbox session with Diana &amp;amp; Frankie at Marina Square. When Diana &amp; I reached MS &amp;amp; meet Frankie, his 1st question was, "Only you 2 ah?" Was he expecting someone else? Who? Haha.. 1st time hear Frankie sing. He got such a deep low voice la. But he sing too softly le. So shy. Then I kept help him choose the songs. Purposely choose got duet so he got no choice but to sing. After that do some window shopping &amp; went to Cafe Cartel for dinner. We spent so much time in deciding the food. Frankie is so nice, becoming our personal waiter, helped us take stuffs we wanted. Diana continued her dress hunting. Frankie is so nice that he will wait for us to try on clothes &amp;amp; he will give comments whether nice or not. And he got quite a fashion sense lor. Haha. I asked him, "You very good hor, will sit here or stand around in the shop while waiting for girls to try on the clothes. Next time your gf very xin fu lor." You know what's his reply? "她赚到咯." Wah.. ok lor.. Frankie suggested going to Gelare for some waffle ice cream before heading home. Ordered one large waffle &amp; 3 of us shared. So yummy. Then Diana said the ice cream is so nice that she wants to buy one tub home. So she went to the counter. Back at our table, the staff was trying to clear the plate &amp;amp; 3 sets of forks &amp; knives. But Frankie held on to one set, I didnt know why. After awhile, Diana came back with a small cake with one lighted candle on top. Was she trying to celebrate my bdae? Cannot be ah, still early wat. Celebrate Frankie's bdae? Cannot be also coz over le. In the end, the cake was placed infront of me &amp;amp; Diana &amp; Frankie started to sing bdae song for me. 6 days in advanced. Wow. 1st time in my life. Haha.. Thanks Diana &amp;amp; Frankie. I really didnt suspect anything at all. You guys really did it this time round. So sweet of you guys. They started planning after kbox lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108965637553049794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuaxLcwG0MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vD4gcVrN0vc/s320/07092007149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad &amp; Mum arrived Singapore today at 2.30pm instead of 3.05pm. Lucky I checked the teletext one more time if not I'll be late in fetching them. Wanted to drive but I wasnt very sure of the way to go, I'm running late, dun have time for me to drive wrong way, &amp;amp; I still dun dare to park the car alone when there are many cars waiting for me. So no surprise for dad &amp; mum. They bought alot of things for me. Dad said I would have bought the whole shop if I were there. Haha. Came back, had stomach cramp. Bad cramp. Almost couldnt make it to jiayi's bdae celebration. Dad drove me to Marina Square. Had dinner at Changing Appetite, took some pics &amp;amp; went home. The funny part came. At cityhall station, I was taking out my ez-link card but I couldnt find it. I usually put it in my pocket but not there. Not in my wallet, not in my bag. Panicked!!! Called Changing Appetite coz I suspect dropping it over there but they said they will call me again if they found it. So bought a one-way ticket home. I cant stop thinking about it. As I was walking home, something strike me. It should be at home coz I was wearing another bottom in the afternoon when I went to the airport. In the evening, I wore another bottom &amp; my dad fetched me to Marina Square. As such, I didnt transfer the ez-link card. Rushed home, quickly checked &amp;amp; tada! It was at home in my another bottom. Yeah.. hahaha.. Next time I wont anyhow keep it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Royal Clique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963825076850834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ruavh8wG0JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/itCbYZZ-98Q/s320/jy+bdae001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An interesting pic..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108964009760444594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuavsswG0LI/AAAAAAAAAUs/047G7e3TKoo/s320/jy+bdae002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice view from the top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963915271164066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuavnMwG0KI/AAAAAAAAAUk/h1qkgk-6dB4/s320/jy+bdae003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Sep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to airport earlier in the morning at 6am to fetch sis. Yep, she's finally back after a week in Beijing. She came back with 2 luggages. And I learnt from her that she didnt need to take her luggages from the conveyer belt. Over at Beijing, the teacher helped her. Back in Singapore, her 1st luggage was taken down from the conveyer belt by Sarah, Trevor helped her to carry &amp; put it on her trolley. Kai Ying helped her to carry the 2nd luggage &amp;amp; put it on the trolley. Sis xin fu lor. Came back home, unpacked all the stuffs. She really buy lots of stuffs. The S$200 was all spent. She even borrowed S$5 from her fren. Really know how to shop. But she also never anyhow buy la. Buy things all of us liked. She even bought a small teapot. Lolx. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All mine!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108960294613733490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuasUcwG0HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kEfuhAc_UKs/s320/beijing001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90% of the stuffs on the floor belongs to my sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108960384808046722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuasZswG0II/AAAAAAAAAUU/EP7OOthv6K4/s320/beijing002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4268413512236787509?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4268413512236787509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4268413512236787509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4268413512236787509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4268413512236787509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4268413512236787509' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RuarlcwG0FI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TTKGfaqC_74/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-6210014716275680655</id><published>2007-08-31T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:27:27.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis will be flying off to Beijing with her school tml. Flight at about 8plus am &amp; gotta reach airport about 6.30am. 1st time sis flying alone without family. Will she cry? Will mum cry? Will I cry? Haha.. She brought like lots of clothes la. One whole big luggage filled. But one side was filled with gifts for the Beijing teachers, her beijing partner (Zhang Xu) &amp;amp; another 2 beijing frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp; dad very worried for her also. Kept telling her what to do, where are all the stuffs, etc. Really scared she will forget her stuffs sia.. Later happy over another thing, her things with her will just put one side &amp;amp; forget. Well, hope sis learn to be more independent &amp; get rid of her bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received the news from Zhang Xu's mum that Kaiying's (Sis's good fren) beijing partner, Shuyan, is down with some virus. As such, Shuyan's family cant host Kaiying. The Beijing school's policy is to approach teachers 1st if such case happen &amp; such a coincident, Zhang Xu's mum is one of the teacher in that Beijing school. She agreed to help host Kaiying. Yeah.. Sis will be with her good fren. Like tat not so scared as well. Another good thing is also Kaiying can help sis's translate the chinese to english &amp;amp; vice versa. Sis's chinese really...cannt make it la. Kept reminding sis not to keep sticking to Kaiying &amp; neglect Zhang Xu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending sis off in the morning, tml night will send mum &amp; dad off. Den 四姨 will come &amp;amp; spend the night with me. She kept asking me if need her to accompany me on rest of the days as well. But then she gotta work, dun wanna trouble her coz she need to bring lots of stuffs over. Know she wanna spend time with me as well. So maybe one of the weekdays will go stay with her. Hehe.. Suddenly mum also like so worry about me staying at home alone. Not the 1st time ma. Last yr, she also not so worried. This time, so naggy.. Then she said scared I faint at home coz of my fall on the escalator. Dotz.. Not that serious la. Anyway, hope mum, dad &amp;amp; sis enjoy for the rest of the week in Beijing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6210014716275680655?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6210014716275680655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6210014716275680655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6210014716275680655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6210014716275680655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6210014716275680655' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-3071836819804382082</id><published>2007-08-28T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:48:10.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went early to school today to try out the food at SIM. Ya.. I know, school had started for almost a month &amp; we haven been there before. But the timing just not right ma. Not like we have breaks in between. So decided to go to Mega Bites since quite alot of ppl said the pasta there is nice. So jas, liyana &amp;amp; I went in. When we were about to go &amp; find seats, one of the staff stop us &amp;amp; say, "Wait, take card". We were blur, didnt noe to wait for them to give us card or to take out our sim card. Waited for quite awhile so decided to take out our sim card as well (we thought they wanna make sure we are sim students or sth) They gave us card &amp; the staff told another staff, "They are new here, explain to them." ............ So embarrassing la. Anyway, the system works just like Marche. Settled down &amp;amp; we went to look at the menu for Pasta. Tried the Pasta in Mushroom cream for $3.90. The sauce taste weird. Too creamy. Like drinking milk. The mushrooms are huge. Slack slack awhile &amp; went for our class. Attending sociology class is like so stress lor. Stress she will call us &amp;amp; answer questions coz we dunno what she asking. Then her answers sometimes dun answer her own questions. So everytime she's facing us, we will look down at our notes &amp; pretend to be seriously writing down notes or flipping through it to find answers. Others do the same too (not all though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blue-blacks on my leg are still there. Some had change to a different colour. But they are still there. When are they going to disappear? I've been wearing pants which are long enough to cover them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103763109307666402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RtQ1gcwGz-I/AAAAAAAAATE/DUPb_h5aFHo/s320/26082007132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on my way home when I overheard a girl telling another girl something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl A: Yesterday was talking to someone &amp; talked about the generation before us, their wedding rings are gold. Our generation is silver. Then she asked what about the generation after us? I said bronze lor. Then the following generation will use metal, following use plastic, soil, liquid, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking they can actually think of such issues regarding rings. &amp;amp; was wondering how the wedding couple gonna wear a ring that is liquid? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think the girl read my mind or sth coz she said, "Liquid how to wear? Just put in the freezer lor." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking again, so is the wedding couple gonna stay in a freezer or somewhere that is cold enough to make sure that the frozen ring won't melt? Just wonder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3071836819804382082?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3071836819804382082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3071836819804382082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3071836819804382082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3071836819804382082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3071836819804382082' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RtQ1gcwGz-I/AAAAAAAAATE/DUPb_h5aFHo/s72-c/26082007132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7675923262550060376</id><published>2007-08-23T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:22:38.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's lecture was boring. Dunno why I just find the time pass so slowly today. Anyway, now jas, liyana &amp; I have the tofus on our hps.. lolx. And liyana call ourselves the tofu girls. Jas's is pink, liyana's blue &amp;amp; mine yellow. It so happens that all the owners wore &amp; have sth they own which matches their tofus. Jas's pink pencil case, liyana's blue dress &amp;amp; my yellow top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg no longer have 8 stripes, the red lines are gone &amp; now left the cuts which are kinda scattered. Now no more nice cuts.. They are ugly now. Sobz sobz. Anyway, ytd &amp;amp; today I had been covering my cuts with those transparent plastic bags so that water wont touch it continuously while I bathe. So when I'm done with bathing, I took plastic bag out &amp; clean the cuts. Like that it wont hurt that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101838341188800466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rs1e8MwGz9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/8BCivuNZGeU/s320/23082007125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7675923262550060376?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7675923262550060376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7675923262550060376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7675923262550060376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7675923262550060376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7675923262550060376' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rs1e8MwGz9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/8BCivuNZGeU/s72-c/23082007125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3586763214851394191</id><published>2007-08-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:00:58.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today really so suay sia. It's been 2yrs since my last bad fall. Ya.. This time round, I hurt myself on the escalator. Yes.. A going to be 20 yr old actually can injured herself on the escalator. You usually only hear ppl say children (below 12yrs) do so. I also didnt know why I fell. My mum &amp; I were taking the escalator down to level 1 of OG Orchard. All of sudden, I just slip, lose balance &amp;amp; there I am, half kneeling, half squating, whatever the position was. Think I wasnt standing properly. Coz I like to have one foot hanging infront of me or somehow I just balance on just one foot. (I cant keep still unless the escalator is crowded) Lucky my mum was infront of me to support, or else I'll roll down the escalator &amp; will be in hospital now. Another lucky thing was, not many ppl around. Only the 2 of us were on the escalator &amp;amp; nobody was near us. So there was no stares or laughter. Mum quickly squat down &amp; look at my leg while I was trying to stop her coz later ppl come &amp;amp; see. Leg felt numb initially after the fall. After which, no pain unless I touch. My beautiful leg now have lots of scratches &amp; I mean alot. There are about 8 red/pink long &amp;amp; short lines, one small cut where the blood flow out. All these covered about 3 quarter of the upper side of my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Diana then she was like, "Aiyo! How come? Put medicated oil or else later got scar liao." Sis just gave me those, "Oh.. Eee.." look &amp; that's it. Dad as usual, "How come can fall down on escalator? *shakes head*" Dear reaction was coughing coz he choke or sth then, "Huh? How come fall down on escalator? Eee.. Dun eat black black stuffs or else have scars, apply medicated oil." Told dad that I told dear about it, then dad's 1st reaction was, "he never ask why you fall ah? You never say coz see boys?" Dotz.. no boys to see la. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still think the cuts were rather nice. (still can think the injury nice..siao) Well, nice in the sense that injury coz it's so neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101538170219450306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RsxN78wGz8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/l26_Owxf_Ec/s320/22082007124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3586763214851394191?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3586763214851394191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3586763214851394191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3586763214851394191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3586763214851394191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3586763214851394191' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RsxN78wGz8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/l26_Owxf_Ec/s72-c/22082007124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-6580026070671577379</id><published>2007-08-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:29:45.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great.. Econs over too.. So happy coz the questions came out exactly the same as the one lecturer gave us. Shld be able to pass.. Results out on the 3rd Sep. This time round, didnt stay in the exam hall for full 3hrs. Exam started at 7pm. I completed the paper at about 8pm. But decided to stay on to check over &amp; over again. Finally at about 8.40pm, I decided to submit my paper. Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Rush Hour 3 just now at Tampines Mall. Finally. I just love the show by Jackie Chan &amp; Chris Tucker in Rush Hour. They never failed to make me laugh. Dear came over to my place today (after the few book outs he had, this e 1st time). Mum, dad &amp;amp; sis saw him. Mum laughed immediately when she saw him. Sis just went, "Hello Botak Man". Dad was as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got her medical report ytd. She went for a full body medical check up. Everything was fine just that her cholestrol is slightly high &amp;amp; there is a cyst of 1.7cm in her right ovary. The doctor told my mum to make an appointment with the gynae in 3 mth's time. Gosh... What is that cyst doing in my mum's ovary? 1.7cm is like big right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6580026070671577379?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6580026070671577379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6580026070671577379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6580026070671577379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6580026070671577379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6580026070671577379' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-6031020299219358785</id><published>2007-08-17T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:51:10.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going for the Econs paper in few hrs time. Gosh. This is much more scarier than maths la. He oni gave us few egs of the questions, practice also oni practice the few. I only study the tips he gave. We all trust him, he better not lie to us. He even told us to memorise the models. Dunno how to read english nvm, just rmb the models will do. Pray hard for later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6031020299219358785?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6031020299219358785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6031020299219358785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6031020299219358785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6031020299219358785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6031020299219358785' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-1351709283027837649</id><published>2007-08-14T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:22:36.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.. Bridging Maths is over! The grand hall is cold lor. The 1st place which I think is really cold till I need to wear jacket in SIM. In fact so cold till my fingers turn purple. The grand hall is divided into 2 sections, full-time &amp; part-time. Lynette, Liyana &amp;amp; I thought they were refering to the courses we are going to study at SIM for 2yrs. So we happily go find our seats. But no. They were refering to our Bridging Maths. Dotz.. So we gotta shift place to another side where the part-time students are supposed to be. So now then I know Bridging also have full-time &amp; part-time de. Anyway, some of the questions were exactly from our notes, the figures didnt change. The paper was alright, just hope no careless mistake being made by me. Section B(choose 2 out of 3), we only knew what were the questions for the 1st 2 questions. Last qn was suppose to be a SURPRISE!! 1st question was integration. Hell.. I look at it, my mind totally blank sia. For a moment, I didnt noe how to do a single question at all. So flip to the last qn, the SURPRISE question was actually matrix qn which we had done before. Phew. Moreover, it cost 17 marks. I know I can do, so might as well, grab hold of the sure 17marks den risk the whole integration qns. Lynette &amp;amp; Liyana also did the same thing. All suddenly dunno how to do integration. lolx. Anyway, the exam ended at 1pm. Clashed with our Sociology class. Waited till about 1.30pm, break time then we go in. Boring.. Luckily nv go thru tutorial coz didnt do it. Hehe. Alright, left Econs paper to go. Hope it's just like maths, not tough. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1351709283027837649?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1351709283027837649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1351709283027837649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1351709283027837649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1351709283027837649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1351709283027837649' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-308835263277974297</id><published>2007-08-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:03:23.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Birthday Singapore. Mum &amp; Dad wanted to see the fireworks so we took a train down to Cityhall. Sis's ez-link was spoilt somehow. Even she didnt noe. So bought the single trip card for her. Reached Cityhall at about 4.30pm, very crowded (expected), bought sis's return single trip card 1st coz it will definitely be jam-packed after the parade. Walked towards Esplanade, the entrance was blocked, we were told to go to another side. Came out &amp;amp; was standing at the walkway opposite esplanade (padang side). It was packed. People started to cross over the barrier, walking on the road. Police came &amp; stopped, chase everyone out, chase them to another side. We? Just stood at the barrier coz we knew we will be pushed back to original spot again. Weather was good. No sun, no rain, lots of wind. More &amp;amp; more ppl came. Being at our positions, we could only see the parachutes, apache, national flag fly past, the jelly-liked balloons &amp; of coz not forgeting the fireworks. Everyone were so excited, cheering, clapping. And we got quite a good spot. Fireworks directly infront of us, 1st time in my life so up close with the big National flag flying past. We left at about 8plus or 9pm? The squeezing. Gosh. You dun even haf to walk, ppl just push u. Damn hot la. We werent even sweating for the few hrs we stood while waiting for the fireworks. We were one of the 1st few to reach home ba. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People infront of us (At Citilink)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097471111831154482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rr3a9_mC7zI/AAAAAAAAASk/Cz67A9rVYuo/s320/NDP001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People behind us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097471579982589762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rr3bZPmC70I/AAAAAAAAASs/LU4enxu-WTY/s320/NDP002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd had dinner with 大伯 &amp; his family &amp;amp; his fren at Geylang. Dunno for wat reason also, so just go lor. After dinner, we da bao 豆花, recommended by the fren. I usually dont eat it de but had a good time eating it. Hehe. Dad is organizing for the "Ng" families to have a vacation together on a cruise during December since my aunt is in Singapore during that period. We are supposed to depart on the 2nd Dec &amp; arrive on the 5th Dec. So far only my 大伯, my aunt, &amp;amp; my family confirmed going. 三叔 said ok but is still trying to schedule his time, so dunno he confirm going not. Actually my family nt very confirm as well coz I'm not sure if I have test on 4th Dec &amp; my sis not sure whether her guzheng exam will so happen to fall on the day we depart. So pray hard ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear went to field camp today le &amp;amp; will be back on Thurs afternoon. About 5.5 days total no contact with him. Summore he go during 7th month. Hope he will be fine throughout these few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-308835263277974297?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/308835263277974297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=308835263277974297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/308835263277974297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/308835263277974297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#308835263277974297' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rr3a9_mC7zI/AAAAAAAAASk/Cz67A9rVYuo/s72-c/NDP001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8659300572614458525</id><published>2007-08-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:08:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's the 2nd week of school, but didnt really felt like it coz I went to school for only 3 lessons. Plus for this month, only have 2 modules, so is like only attending 6hrs of sch per week? 1st day of school was exciting coz 1st day study in Uni. Meet Jasmine &amp; Liyana at SIM bus stop before we go look for our class. We chose the same classes. No familiar faces for Sociology class except for one person, "maomao". On the other hand, many familiar faces in Accounting class. Quite a few from my bridging course but den I no none of them. Xiuxia (one of my sec schmate) was in that class too. Principles of Sociology &amp;amp; Principles of Accounting. Sociology was well... boring. Think those sociologists have nothing better to do, think too much, den now we must study this &amp; learn how not to use "commonsense". Accounting, well only attended the 1st lecture. Wondered why we are not exempted from it coz it's almost the same as what we studied in poly. Hmm.. see how lor, maybe is that different ba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since school had started, it also meant that my bridging course had ended. Yeah!! No more travelling to school in the evening. No more squeezing into bus 74 at Dover. No more reaching home that late at night alone. No more that frequent scaring myself with those cats &amp;amp; stuffs. Yeah.. But then going for the bridging exams in less than a week's time. Maths on Tues &amp; Econs on Thurs. Lecturers had given us tips &amp;amp; the tips were the best tips I've ever received. Shld be able to pass.... hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last sunday, I did sth which I haven done in a long time. To wake up early in the morning to exercise. National Heart Centre had its annual walkathon on 29th July. So dad, being their patient, signed up for it. And he signed up for my mum, myself &amp; sis too. I didnt noe till like a week before the event. Duh.. go lor. Woke up about 6am? On a Sunday morning leh! Sunday!!! Had a quick bite before we head to East Coast Park. About 300 ppl were there. Started at 8am &amp;amp; the whole event ended just before lunch. We were given a choice of walking for 4km, 6km or 8km. Mum &amp; Sis insist to walk for only 6km. So 6km. Dad kept ji siao me. He said, "Wah, u so early come exercise ah. Sure not? Got tell jingwei? Did he laugh?" Dotz... ya la, I noe I wont wake up so early to do such things de. Bleah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad turned 50 on 31st July. Just had a simple dinner at Sakae Sushi at Eastpoint. Btw, we were shopping for some daily necessities at NTUC. Mum &amp;amp; I were paying at the Cashier. Dad &amp; sis came then the cashier suddenly asked my mum whether dad is 60yrs &amp;amp; above. *faint* Coz NTUC have this promotion, ppl who are aged 60yrs &amp; above are entitled to some discounts. When dad know about this, he said, "Wah.. Cham liao la. I only 50 yrs old, ppl think I 60 yrs old already." Haha.. Came home &amp;amp; cut the cake. Took photos &amp; there was one where all of us were to make funny faces. See the faces of my parents, really want to laugh. Never see them make funny faces before ma. We also very funny, we purposely set timer to take a pic of our whole family blowing the candles. But while waiting for the camera to snap, the waiting &amp;amp; posing for the picture was just too amusing that we were giggling as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Faces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096356232810393346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rrnk_fmC7wI/AAAAAAAAASM/omkFU_RlKwg/s320/dad+bdae001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st take of blowing (sis was busy laughin so had a 2nd take)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096356413199019794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RrnlJ_mC7xI/AAAAAAAAASU/OhHDALFm1bQ/s320/dad+bdae002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd take (dad decided to use sth else to help him blow better) lolx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096356619357450018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RrnlV_mC7yI/AAAAAAAAASc/1bEaeMEJ24Y/s320/dad+bdae003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear was so sick last week that he was given 3days mc. Fever, cough, diarrhoea. Went over to his place the next day to take a look at him &amp; pei him. By then his fever had subsided but still having cough. The following day, went to his place awhile after my lesson to take something from him. Sekali, he was so weak. Had diarrhoea 4 times. He had to book in like few hrs time. So weak how to go? But den still gotta go. Dinner only eat abit then he said he feel like vomitting already. He went for his book in &amp;amp; I for my briding lesson. I kept thinking will he faint or anything. But ya, at night, he called &amp; said he was feeling better already. Phew.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to be home alone in the 1st week for Sep. Sis is going for her China Exchange Programme &amp; my parents are following as well. Their plan is to take a look at the school, have a dinner with sis's beijing partner &amp;amp; her family. They 不放心 also la. 1st time sis travel alone. Well, take it as a 2nd honeymoon for dad &amp; mum also lor. It's their 1st time to travel alone, just the 2 of them since they have me &amp;amp; my sis. Let them enjoy also lor, afterall they wanted to visit China so much. My 大伯 also very nice to help my parents to book hotel, arranged for a driver to drive my parents around during their stay in Beijing. He's always so helpful &amp; generous la. Ya, so I'm so gonna be home alone for a week. Though the other time my family went to Msia &amp;amp; I was left alone at home, there was still dear to pei mi. But this time round, no more dear to pei mi as well. He still say, "Who ask your sister the programme dun wan 1 week later?" (Coz by then he POP &amp;amp; he gonna be free for at least a week). I replied, "School holiday set to be 1st week of Sep de ma. Den who ask you your POP dun wan to be 1 week earlier?" Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8659300572614458525?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8659300572614458525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8659300572614458525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8659300572614458525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8659300572614458525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8659300572614458525' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rrnk_fmC7wI/AAAAAAAAASM/omkFU_RlKwg/s72-c/dad+bdae001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-6804158598859355568</id><published>2007-07-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:43:10.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno why but recently I'm starting to get scared of guys. Dunno is becoz of after tat incident met on bus. But I'm much more cautious of men on train &amp; bus. Now that I'm attending bridging course, my lessons end at 10pm, which means I only reached simei about 1o plus or 11pm. Walking home is getting scarier if there's a guy walking behind me. Just the other day, I heard one guy coughing &amp;amp; I dunno why I have the idea of him being drunk. But ya, he was not. When reaching the small gate of my condo, I scared got rat suddenly rush out coz it happened before. When at my blk downstairs &amp; walking to take the lift, I scared got cat appearing halfway through some holes, follow me home. Recently haven been having good slp as well, lie on the bed for an hr before I actually enter into dreamland. Dunno why. Dreamland, ya.. really weird dream land. Cant rmb all of them but I find one of it really weird. I dreamt that my 'Go!' Card broke into 2. Dotz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The many holes where cat may come out&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092284423425158882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rqtts_mC7uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Umlu5fM9n80/s320/26072007100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my piano practical grade 7 exam &amp; I'm gonna fail. Nothing much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally dear came back on friday. To Zheng Long, Alvin, Tobbie &amp;amp; Dear, welcome back to the civilian world for these 1/2 day(s). Hehe.. Today went out with dear. Basically just accompanied him to Beach Road to buy all the stuffs he need. 1st time there &amp; i didnt noe there were so many shops selling army stuffs &amp;amp; it was crowded. Crowded with botaks. haha.. Had dinner with dear &amp; his mum at Taman Jurong Food Centre. Fetched his mum back &amp;amp; made it just in time for our 7.10pm "The Simpsons Movie". It was a very short movie which I thought wasnt really worth it. It may be funny but that's all it is. No storyline. And there's this man in the cinema kept laughing very loudly &amp; talked to himself. Lucky nv sit beside him. Once again, dear &amp;amp; his mum fetched me back home. Think some of the NS guys are falling sick or are already sick. So you guys take care ok? Know not well already dun anyhow eat/drink. Wait till you all well den still can eat the "junk" food/drinks de. I'm not just targeting on dear but to the rest of guys also. Anyway, I cant wait to see you guys. or rather your face &amp; head. When I saw dear today, he was in his cap initially. I think he look like school kid. I laughed. When he took off his cap, I laughed again. Actually not that amusing but just all of sudden see the change den find it interesting? very spiky. nice to touch. Dear became more muscular &amp;amp; slightly bigger size le. But he seems to be sad about it coz he dun wish himself to become bigger size. Dear dun sad la, it doesnt looks bad la. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp; Botak Dear =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092505545521426162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rqw2z_mC7vI/AAAAAAAAASE/zpdnwSLM_zA/s320/28072007104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6804158598859355568?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6804158598859355568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6804158598859355568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6804158598859355568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6804158598859355568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6804158598859355568' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rqtts_mC7uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Umlu5fM9n80/s72-c/26072007100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2109385497262243079</id><published>2007-07-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:22:23.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my previous entry, we had a guest from beijing at our house for a week. Yesterday, all the 26 Tao Nan Students, their families &amp; their 26 Beijing partners, had a farewell dinner in Tao Nan School. Programmes for the night was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Farewell speeches from Mr Tan (TNS Principal), 杨老师 from Beijing and some students from Spore &amp; Beijing;&lt;br /&gt;2) Programmes prepared by the 26pairs of students&lt;br /&gt;3) Programmes performed by Beijing students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just recap what happened from the day the Beijing students arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th July (Fri)&lt;br /&gt;All of us were in school by 9pm. Students were told to have a rehearsal of the gift exchanged ceremony and that the Beijing students will reached TNS by 10pm. However, their flight got delayed &amp; only landed Singapore at about 10pm. It was estimated that they will reach by 10.45pm but only &amp;amp; finally appeared at TNS at about 11.30pm. All TNS students &amp; parents were so "gan jiong". My sis kept asking me whether he hair was messy. haha.. When the students arrived, we were like guessing which one was Zhang Xu (my sis's partner). Come to gift exchange ceremony, some students forget certain things they supposed to do in the end it was such a funnie scene. It came to an end, brought Zhang Xu home with us. Her luggage is so small lor.. School bag size &amp;amp; is not heavy de. Helped her to call back home. She bathed then my mum helped her to blow her hair. Everything was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th July (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;Morning, sis having tuition so dad &amp; mum brought Zhang Xu to Changi Beach to take some pictures of the aeroplane. Lunch brought her to Old Airport Road. Had "Cha Kuey Tiao", Lor Mee, Carrot Cake &amp;amp; Sugar Cane drink. She love them all. She was tired so send her home to rest. Later on, since my sis gotta go for the National Day Preview, TNS brought the Beijing students to East Coast Park &amp; had a small barbeque session in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th July (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;Morning, all of us plus Kai Ying (my sis's fren) &amp; her partner (Shu Yan) went to Sentosa. Kai Ying's mum wasnt free so "dom bang" the 2 girls to us. Drove in to Beach carpark, bought tickets for "Songs of the Sea". Took the Luge &amp;amp; Sky ride. It was fun... The kids enjoyed it so much. Took the blue line bus to Underwater World. Saw some TNS &amp; Beijing kids over there. Had lunch &amp;amp; proceed off to Merlion Walk. Took cable car from Sentosa to Mount Faber &amp; drop off at Harbourfront. Had a rest at Food Republic, shopped at MiniToons then took the Sentosa Express back to Sentosa for the "Songs of the Sea". Want to let the kids experience the different rides. Finally, it was done for the day. Fetched Kai Ying &amp;amp; Shu Yan back &amp; went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th July (Mon)&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to school. Afternoon school have programs for them. Came back, they went for swimming. Dad &amp; Mum brought sis &amp;amp; Zhang Xu to "Din Tai Fung" at Tampines Mall. I was having lesson so couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th July (Tues)&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to school. Afternoon school have programs for them. Tuesday was the only night I'm free so brought her to Bugis Village &amp; Parco. She bought some stuffs from Parco gift shops &amp;amp; took neoprints with my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th July (Wed)&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to school. They were dismissed at 1.30pm. Dad took the day off &amp; brought all of us to Maxwell Market for the Hainanese Chicken rice. After which, we went to Victoria Theatre, Singapore River, Esplanade, Merlion Park, Fullerton Hotel. Went to Ah Ma house next coz dad suggested to bring her to a different type of house. From there, they went to Night Safari &amp;amp; I to SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th July (Thurs)&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to school. Afternoon school have programs for them. They had Pizza for dinner &amp; durian for dessert. These 2 were requested by Zhang Xu. In the end, she only took a bite of the durian. She said it was bitter, different from the one she ate the other time. Dotz... I had lessons that night too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th July (Fri)&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to school. Lunch was Katong Laksa &amp; Nasi Lemak. Then sis &amp;amp; Zhang Xu went to Kai Ying's house to practise for their performance in the evening. Dad &amp; I came back home 1st to burn all the video recordings dad did for the past few days &amp;amp; pictures taken. Sis &amp; Zhang Xu came back, everything was so rush. Bathed, packed. Gave her extra bag coz her "School bag" wasnt big enuff.. Drove them to school at 5pm. Dad &amp;amp; I went to Parkway Parade to buy "Bak Kua" for her. Went back school, and the dinner &amp; programmes began. The performances were good &amp;amp; interesting. Stories, Singing, skits, magic tricks were all done. Come to speeches, some got emotional &amp; began to cry. Partly becoz of the sad songs they played. Song caused the "rain". There's this Beijing boy who was saying his speech halfway &amp;amp; burst into tears. Some parents cried, teachers cried. My mum cried too. Me? 我忍. Tears were in my eyes. Dunno y also.. Muz be the song &amp; speeches la.. Helped them carry the luggages up to the bus, they were still crying. We quickly left school &amp;amp; went to Changi Airport to send them off. Thought we are the only few. In the end, almost everyone went to send them off. By the time they reached, things were back to normal. No more rain. 雨过天晴. Can see that all were so reluctant to leave. Kept waving, holding hands, looking back. But funny thing is that, when my mum asked the TNS students whether they are looking forward to Sep (when they go to Beijing), 3/4 said they are not looking forward. Anyway, Zhang Xu called this morning (my mum ask her to do so). At least she reached safely. Tink my mum also abit bu she de. Ytd while waving, she kept saying to me, "she like dun care about me, nv want to wave to me." Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is a nice experience. Not only for the kids but for us as well. Oh ya.. wan to mention some things. Zhang Xu was saying what my sis study for chinese now is what Zhang Xu studied in Primary 1. She's very matured thinking, very straight-forward as well..&lt;br /&gt;She said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum is 狡猾的狐狸&lt;br /&gt;Sis is 小狐狸&lt;br /&gt;I am 小母猪&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is  善良的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents were shocked by her behaviour &amp; attitude. But ya, glad it was only for a week. If 2 weeks, think it will be chaotic liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=144115188086232753&amp;amp;site=widget-b1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=144115188086232753&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p1/144115188086232753/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=144115188086232753&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b1.slide.com/p2/144115188086232753/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7713789-2109385497262243079?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2109385497262243079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2109385497262243079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2109385497262243079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2109385497262243079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2109385497262243079' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-8664164406836276200</id><published>2007-07-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:50:45.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my 1st &amp; only visit to Tekong ytd, to send dear off. Yep, his turn had come to join the army &amp;amp; learn how to become a man &amp; protect Singapore. Took the shuttle bus from Pasir Ris to SAF Ferry Terminal. Machiam like go for holiday. They took our i/c, scan it so that we could proceed on to take the ferry. I forgot something on the way there, coz alex did mention that there were some words there which was rather meaningful, I have forgotten to keep a look out for there. I'm not very sure which were those words that he mentioned but I did see one which was something like, "It's not what you leave behind, it's what you gain......" (cant rmb). We were separated for a short while just as we reached the island. Not that run-down, chalet-liked. The enlistees went up to an area where they learn some stuffs, while the rest of us were brought for a tour. Saw the POP grad area, obstacles, medical centre, bunks, toilets, recreational room (which i dun think they have a chance to use), introduced to what are the things inside their big big bags. It wasnt that bad la, just hope dear able to adapt to it soon &amp;amp; well. Later on we were lead to the auditorium where we get to witness oath-taking ceremony. Think we were quite taken aback when the enlistees replied their 2nd CO "Yes Sir!" in unison. It was like "wow" to me. Coz I was imagining dear, zheng long &amp; alvin doing that too. 2nd CO also promised the enlistees parents that all activities will be stopped by 9.30pm yesterday so that they can call back &amp;amp; report safety. He also said, "Call parents 1st ah.. not gfs. Gfs, if the enlistees call you, make sure they call their parents 1st." That is so funny la. After which, we had lunch with dear before we bid goodbye to him. Food was alright just that the rice kinda hard. rice with broccoli, bake beans, fried chicken, potatos and a bowl of soup.. and also an apple.. Didnt take the apple coz I noe i sure cant finish. Didnt dare to say so much to dear while we walking towards the ferry coz sure bu she de &amp; scared I cry. So quickly say bye and turn away le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday, I went to dear's house for awhile to help him pack &amp;amp; pei him for the last day before he enlists. See dear so worried about so many things as he going to join NS makes feel kinda helpless. Dunno how to comfort him also. But glad he managed to set a good mindset about NS. Just hope that he can go through it smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didnt manage to call me ytd but did send sms to report safety. And I'm so surprised to receive smses from him this morning too. He was attending some lecture. Won't get to see him till 2 weeks later. 2 weeks, very fast will pass de (*comforting myself*). Won't be able to sms with him that often, will get use to it soon de. The 1st 7 days can de coz my sis's beijing partner came ytd &amp; will stay for a week. After which, left 7 days. Can de. =) Missing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's beijing partner--&gt; Tao Nan School having this student exchange programme. This month, Hangzhou &amp;amp; Beijing students coming over to stay at the Tao Nan student's house for a week. The Beijing students arrived at Tao Nan School ytd at about 11.30pm. There was a mini gift exchange ceremony, introducing of the students from both countries. Follow everywhere they go. It was kinda weird ytd coz a stranger in your house, have to be responsible of the child's safety &amp; everything. Gosh.. Hope everything will go smoothly &amp;amp; that my sis &amp;amp; her beijing fren, (Zhang Xu) will enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8664164406836276200?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8664164406836276200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8664164406836276200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8664164406836276200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8664164406836276200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8664164406836276200' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-4421931523773763412</id><published>2007-07-08T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:41:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched "High School Musical" movie few months back. Found this statement made by one of the cast in the show very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember in kindergarten, how you'd meet a kid, and know nothing about them, then 10 seconds later you'd be playing like you were best friends, because you didn't have to be anyone but yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do you guys remember? I bet you all don't. I myself cant rmb. I mean, at the age of 5 or 6, how many of us can actually remember the things that happened then. But I got to admit that the statement is so true. When you were young, you wouldn't care about how you behave when you play with or get to know a person. As you grow older, you meet the world, you become more self-conscious. I dunno about the rest but as far as I can remember, I haven been the real me for quite some time. So long that I'm not even sure which is the real me. I could be a person with this group of ppl, another person with another group of ppl, 3rd person with my family, etc. Don't ask me why, but it just happens. I'm acting the way I feel comfortable with when with the person(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4421931523773763412?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4421931523773763412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4421931523773763412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4421931523773763412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4421931523773763412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4421931523773763412' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-2987225202326935177</id><published>2007-07-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:41:15.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I've left DBS. Last day at DBS was so busy. I have to clear whatever I have, helping my supervisor with some last min stuffs. Besides that, Gina, Lynette, Cindy &amp; I were going round the company to distribute some snacks since it was our last day of work. We spent at least 2 hrs doing so. Walk round, distribute, talk talk, take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188085993977&amp;site=widget-f9.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=17&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188085993977&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/p1/144115188085993977/un_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=17&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188085993977&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f9.slide.com/p2/144115188085993977/un_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After distributing, quickly went back to finish up my work so that I could rush to Sentosa Chalet in time too to meet jy, hm, dear, tobs, qj &amp;amp; wh. Having bbq that night. Took the sentosa express for the 1st time. By the time I reached Sentosa, I was exhausted coz of all the rushing thruout the day. And I think I was kinda cranky (as according to dear) coz I couldnt find dear at the beach station &amp; I kept sort of shouting in the phone. But i wasnt shouting.. Nvm.. no big deal anyway. Went out to walk after the bbq, supposed to take pics but failed. In the end, we played a round of "Pepsi Cola" &amp;amp; "Hopscotch". I believed the 6 of us who didnt noe how to play Hopscotch initially know very well how to play it le. Checked out of the chalet at abt 8plus the next day. Dear supposed to have breakfast with me only but in the end, having lunch too &amp; stayed up till 3plus pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dear left &amp;amp; another half hr of my nap, I left home for Fucai's 21st bdae bbq at East Coast. Met Diana, Valentia, Fiona &amp; Puishan at Bedok. Waited taxi for half an hr. Sorry fiona &amp;amp; val for abandoning you gals. By the time we reached there, Terence, Kevin, Thiam Hock, Irene, Wanlin &amp; our batch guys were there le. When Diana &amp;amp; I juz stepped in without Huiying, Terence (or either of the other 2 guys) were saying "SHE 来了." Haha.. But infact no lor. S &amp; E were there but not H. Lolx. Alrite, so we spent time talking with the girls, cutting the cake (or rather 剪蛋糕 as according to Fc). haha.. Just like what Terence said, We were kinda bad la. Coz we made Fucai drink, he became drunk, we laughed at him, he vomited, help him clean up &amp;amp; we left the chalet le. Before I forget, I wanna mention something. Think it's the 1st time I see fc talk so softly &amp; sweetly. That's how he talked to his gf. The next moment to us is like......(u guys noe la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared a cab with Diana &amp;amp; Huiying home. The taxi driver immediately asked us, "you all drank izzit?" He could smell it out. Did we really drink that much? And ya, I kenna scolded by dear also for drinking. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Transformer on Tuesday. It was good. Been quite some time I've watched such an enjoyable movie. It was packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had international buffet dinner with my family &amp; dear at Meritus Mandarin. Usual price is about $70. But my dad has 50% discount. Don't go if you dont have discount. Not worth. Not much of variety too. But the food are fresh though. They have a band going to table to table, playing &amp;amp; singing songs for you. Is kinda of weird though coz we dunno how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bought this after eyeing for some time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084121608928656578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ro5tqp8UfMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5JGESU0quS8/s320/06072007060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188085994251&amp;site=widget-0b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=16&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188085994251&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p1/144115188085994251/un_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=16&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188085994251&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0b.slide.com/p2/144115188085994251/un_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7713789-2987225202326935177?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2987225202326935177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2987225202326935177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2987225202326935177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2987225202326935177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2987225202326935177' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ro5tqp8UfMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5JGESU0quS8/s72-c/06072007060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2864744997532365116</id><published>2007-06-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:52:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be leaving DBS HR this week, 29th will be my last day. Ya, it was suppose to be until end of july but after giving it some thought, it would be too tiring for me to have 3 nights of lesson every week at Clementi &amp; everyday's job. So I told my supervisor before I even leave for my USA trip. Her reply was "Huh.. Dun wan la.. 3 nights only, can de la. I dun have time to teach new girl, later anyhow do for me." So sianz lor.. After I came back from USA trip, I smsed my supervisor in the afternoon and told her I really need to quit. And she agreed!! Yeah!!! And it is confirmed, coz Kelly Services also informed me. The new temp staff who will be taking over me will be coming this wed. Gotta teach her all the necessary stuffs which I think it wont take long. Is easy. Besides me, 3 others staffs also leaving - Cindy, Gina &amp;amp; Lynette. All going to SIM also. So our sweet colleagues actually organized a small farewell party or rather farewell lunch for us. A mini buffet with food bought from different locations, but all were tasty. Hehe.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Hui Fang for doing the kick start of this farewell party. Thanx Vanessa for organizing for the whole thing. Thanx Hui Jun &amp; Cindy (funny she kenna grab to help out also) for the cocktail. Thanx Vanessa, Sara, Huifang &amp;amp; Grace for getting the food. Thanx to the rest for preparing the rest of the necessary materials. Have so much fun &amp; laughter during the short 1 hr lunch coz need to get out of the meeting room by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 4 girls who are leaving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080013933160696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rn_VwdQUCTI/AAAAAAAAARk/EN-yngVKGsg/s320/DSCN1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The people who helped in the farewell lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080014268168145218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rn_WD9QUCUI/AAAAAAAAARs/zfAgx9hv_FY/s320/DSCN1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be so eager to quit but on the other hand, I'm gonna miss it alot. I'll miss Japan Airline aka June Ho. The one who calls me "不咸" &amp; "Miss Not So Salty". I'll miss going to lunch with the girls everyday in such a big group of at least 6. I'll miss going to work with Hui Jun &amp;amp; always going to toilet &amp; pantry with her. I'll miss going to May &amp;amp; Cindy's desks to remind them is time for lunch. I'll miss talking to Vanessa everyday. Ever since I've shifted to the desk opposite her, I couldnt stop talking &amp;amp; laughing. She's such a fun person. A very "child-like" mum of 2. I can't help to say but if there's nobody sitting opposite her, she's gonna miss me even more. Hehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2864744997532365116?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2864744997532365116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2864744997532365116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2864744997532365116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2864744997532365116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2864744997532365116' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rn_VwdQUCTI/AAAAAAAAARk/EN-yngVKGsg/s72-c/DSCN1308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8968301864333431595</id><published>2007-06-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:55:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been almost a month since I last blog. Basically the 1st 2 weeks of June I was in USA with my family. Was too tired to blog about the 11 days tour with Chan Brothers. Took 1000 over photos and about 7 hrs of video. The flight was about 18hrs. Transit at Japan on our way to USA and at Korea on our way back home. Now then I know transit is so rush. Come down from the plane, visit the toilet, shop for 15mins and you are to queue and get back on board the plane again. Seriously I'm not sure how to start the ball rolling for this entry. Let's see... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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;Well, arrived at Los Angeles at about 12pm USA time (1st June), which is 3am Singapore time (2nd June). Weather was cool &amp; nice. About 15 to 20 degree Celsius. 1st day was slack, check in to Wyndham Hotel &amp;amp; went to walk around. They have so much land that they have 4 lanes on the road (i think), so spacious, each restaurant/cafe has its own big &amp; tall sign on the walkway. Bought lots of mineral water from the Supermarket. Had dinner at "In &amp;amp; Out" which sells huge burgers. Went back to hotel &amp; made some call back to Singapore since we had our World Card &amp;amp; dad's IDD. Bet some of them were surprised. Anyway, the hotel room at Wyndham Hotel looks like the one I stayed in Hong Kong almost a yr ago. Actually not that bad la, alittle bit more upgraded version. All of us were so tired that we just slept almost immediately we touch the bed. But because of jet lag, my parents &amp; sis woke up at about 2am and couldnt slp after that. As for me, I slept all the way till morning. Hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day was at Disneyland/California Adventure Park. There were 3 other families who joined us just today coz they travelled by North West instead of SQ. The outside area is about the same as the one in Hong Kong. Though there were already queues, our tour manager told us that that is not a crowd. Our tour manager, Joek, brought us to the most popular rides and the characters' houses. Speaking of rides, my mum was worried all the time for my dad. Guess some of you know, my dad went for heart operation last july so he was not suppose to have his heart work too much. Taking those thrilling/speedy/jerky rides was suppose to be out for him but dad kept insisting it was alrite. We were hesitant to let him take those rides but somehow we let him take some of the rides. These rides he took were speedy, jerky. Thrilling was nono at all. We were so worried that we kept telling him to be prepared for anything that may shock him, held him while taking the rides. Then it was like looking after 2 "babies", my sis &amp;amp; dad. Haha.. They cant look after each other during rides since one a little young, the other not so fit. Bought lots of things from Disneyland. Fireworks were supposed to be on that night but due to the weather condition, it was cancelled. It was too windy. Everyone went back to Hotel in disappointment. You know how to spot typical singaporeans? When you see a crowd suddenly rush for somethings. Haha.. We were waiting for shuttle bus back to our hotel and because the bus is small and there were only 2 with so many of us to accomodate, everyone rushed to it before the bus could actually stop completely. Really typical singaporeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd day was at Universal Studio. That is definitely a great place to go. Really worth going. An eye opener. Much better than the one in Australia which I went years back. We went for the Studio Tour where all of us sat in the tram and toured round the filming studios. The area was huge. Lots of houses and streets for their filming. You know Desperate Housewives? Their houses were at the Studio. We were also showed the King Kong, the floods, rain, how they film Jaws, experience earthquake with the ceiling falling down, fall cracking, planes crashing. There were rides over there too. Watch a few 3D &amp; 4D shows. Was good too. You have things poking at your back, "bugs" crawling under your buttocks, smelling bugs' fart, etc... Went to Hollywood Blvd after that and were kenna tricked. There was this woman dressed in "Wonder Woman" costume and ask my sis if wanna take pic with her. So just take lor. When we about to leave, the woman asked for some money. If knew earlier, wouldnt haf taken the pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th day we check out of our hotel &amp;amp; proceed to Las Vegas. Our 1st shopping outlet was good. I thought it was those warehouse shopping but it's just like any other shopping centre just that it has a bigger shop for a brand. However due to time constraint we were only given about 1 hr 15mins. Don't have much time to shop, so we see ok, just decide quickly and buy liao. In the end, we even took a bag of clothes from Guess which doesnt belong to us. It so happen that all were men's clothing so dad tried them and all fit. However, we returned it back to our tour manager coz he did us the following day if anyone took a bag of clothes from Guess which doesnt belongs to them. There are about 14 families in our tour group, at least 7 families bought a new Samsonite luggage. 1stly, not enough to put their new stuffs. 2ndly, is so much cheaper that Singapore. Buy 2 and you get 50% off for the 2nd luggage. So we shared with others lor. Las Vegas was hot. About 40 to 41 degree Celsius. It was like oven. Did another round of shopping at our 2nd shopping outlet. This time round, it was bigger and were given slightly much more time to shop. And things there were really cheap for the branded goods. We bought Levis as though it was free. We only paid about S$50 per jeans. Cheap right? Timberland was also cheap. The shoes we bought only cost us about S$40 to S$50 per pair, Singapore sell the same pair for $100. Everyone came back with lots of paper bags on their hands. Went for night tour, really a casino town. You can see casinos everywhere. Every 5 steps you can see another casino. The hotels at Las Vegas are really nice, grand &amp; unique. They actually have some hotels which have rollercoaster round it. Hotels with really nice ceiling, used fresh flowers &amp;amp; fruits to decorate its lobby area. Limousines are everywhere, different sizes. After seeing 1 or 2, spotting the next one is really a no big thing for us already. Checked into Stratosphere Hotel at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th day had our own breakfast at McDonalds. It is kinda different. They have this special breakfast meal call "Deluxe". It's a combination of hotcakes &amp; big breakfast. Went to Grand Canyon for the helicopter and boat ride to see the rocks/mountains. 1st time taking the helicopter, nice experience of 30mins. I got the chance to sit both at the front (to take the boat ride) &amp;amp; the back (to go back where we started). It was more scary to sit at the front coz you get to see more things below you. Because it was so windy, you can actually see sand flying around you. Worse of all, our lunch was in the open, at the cliff. The wind was so strong that you have to hold the paper plate while you eat. My salad actually flew off. To top it off, we had extra ingredient of sand for our meal. Imagine how much sand we breathe in &amp; swallowed. My comb was dirty after one comb down my hair. Disgusting... We went for the Skywalk which was only 2 to 3 months old. Is a U-shaped sticking out of the cliff, glass as the base for you to walk. So you can see what is beneath you (which is seeing no end beneath you). If the glass breaks, you will can say bye bye to this world. Think they over publicise coz it wasnt that fantastic as what all of us expected. It was not that wide, area wasnt tat big. Visited Hoover Dam too. Construction is still in progress. At night, I went to watch Jubilee (Topless show) with dad, and some other tour group members. All of us were dozing off during the show. Can you imagine how tired we were? So tired that even topless girls couldnt keep us awake. Haha.. But ya, it was nice. The costumes, the backdrops are really beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th day, we checked out of Stratosphere Hotel and proceed to Fresno. I'm not quite sure where it is on the world map, only know there are plantations over there. On our way, we did our 3rd shopping at another factory outlet. It was bigger and buying things were once again very rush. Temperature suddenly dropped to 12 to 15 degrees. Had buffet dinner and checked into a motel, Quality Inn. Only 2 storeys high. I'm not sure was it that cold in the evening or is it of my fever that made me feel really cold. Ya, I had fever but it was gone the next day. Think was partly caused by my gastric pain which I had since day 4. It lasted all the way till I reach Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th day, breakfast at the restaurant next to our motel. Joek told us that people living here do things very slowly, at their own pace so asked us be patient with them &amp; don't rush them. Indeed it's true. The moment the waiter start to get gan jiong, he started to shake and panick. We checked out of Quality Inn and proceed to San Francisco, our last stop for our USA tour. On our way, we bought some fruits and goodies at their marketplace. Visited the Old Fishermen's Wharf. Joek was telling us that everyone do things slowly. Indeed they were coz they were walking slowly, even the cars were moving slowly. Haha.. Went through the 17 mile drive at Pebble Beach. Visited the Lodge &amp;amp; Pebble Beach Golf Links. Nice place. Golf course just beside the sea. Lots of pretty flowers over there too. 1st time in our life that we saw my dad was so fascinated with the flowers that he took almost all the different species of flowers. Finally reached the town of San Francisco where we were introduced to the Golden Gate &amp; Bay Bridge. We checked into Parc 55 Hotel after our dinner. It was a 5 star hotel. My family waited for half an hour before we got our rooms. We were so lucky. One of the room was at the corner, bigger room with a king size bed. Of coz, that room belongs to my mum &amp;amp; sis lor. The bed was so soft &amp; bouncy, one bed 5 pillows, blanket so soft. So comfy.. Hehe.. Mum was saying staying at this hotel only for 2 nights so wasted. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th day, our last day. Breakfast was Dim Sum.. Yum yum.. 1st thing we did was "exercise". We went to see the crooked street but before we do so, we need to climb up the steep slopes. And boy was it steep. But we made it to the top anyhow. The crooked street is just like the "S-course" when you learn driving inside the circuit. Just that the "S-course" is on the slope. Joek brought us to Fishermen's Wharf, Pier 39 to take a ferry ride. It was so windy and cold that my face &amp;amp; hands felt numb. Not forgetting that I became "merdusa" coz my hair was flying all over. You could see the fog coming and within a few seconds, the scenary was covered by the fog. We got the chance to walk a little bit of the Golden Gate as well. Twin Peak was next where you can see the whole of San Francisco. But you gotta be quick with your cameras because the fog comes very quickly and all you can take is just blurry buildings. That was the end of our tour by Joek coz for the rest of the late afternoon till night, it was free &amp; easy. So since this was the last chance for the whole group to be together, my family suggested to have a group shot. Captain Ho (our driver) dropped us at the Civic Center for a nice shot. And guess who was our camera man? Joek lor. He was practically like a tree with lots of camera on his branches. Should have taken a pic of that but ya, all of our cameras were with him. Anyway, after the shot, went to Union Square and shop. I just love USA la coz I can find my shoes so easily. I can try any kind of shoes over there without any trouble. Sure have my size de. So happy. Hehe.. However, shopping at San Francisco is not that cheap as compared to the previous factory outlets we went. Bags cost US$82 on the average. Night came once again &amp;amp; we decided to end our shopping. Since we were so exhausted, decided to just packed Burger King &amp; have it back in our hotel rooms. But we couldnt find our hotel. Despite with the map we have, we got lost about an hour coz we went round and round the hotel. The buildings over there look about the same and the road names, some not stated in the map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th day, had chinese breakfast and we were on our own again for the morning before we meet at 10.45am at hotel lobby. My family went back to Union Square to take some pictures. Told ourselves not to buy anything but in the end, we went back to hotel with bags of goodies again. Quickly go back to hotel &amp; pack the stuffs into our luggages before the porter come and bring our luggages down. Tried to open the rooms but it seems that we were checked out already coz none of our cards could access the rooms. No choice but to contact the lobby desk and had them to help us open. Other than those families who took North West &amp;amp; those who are flying off to other places, the rest of families gathered at hotel lobby with all the luggages getting ready to head off to San Francisco Airport. Ya, 9 days gone in a flash. End of our USA tour. On the way to airport, Joek came to my sister and said, "wah.. got chicken little stamp on my envelope ah." Coz in the morning, everyone was supposed to put the tips for Joek in an envelope and pass it to him. Sis wrote a letter to him on behalf for us &amp; drew a chicken little face on the envelope. Why chicken little? Joek made fun of my sis &amp;amp; said she look like chicken little when she smile. Haha. But Joek was really happy to receive the letter coz he kept slapping my sis's arm away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the new 777 plane back to Singapore. More spacious, monitor screen was bigger, clearer, usage of MS office. You can insert your own thumbdrive too but only to view documents and not pictures. Travelling back was faster. Arrived Singapore on 11th June at about 12plus am. Took a maxi cab back home. We didnt go to sleep till 4plus am. And for the next few days, I was tired by the time it is 8pm. Jet lag... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really enjoyed the trip. Definitely worth it. Maybe because we very lucky to have a very good tour manager &amp; also tour group members. Everyone was punctual, as such, we got to see more things &amp;amp; shop a little more. My family was lucky in this trip. 1st night, pick up US$4 in the hotel room when we shift the bed, pick up some coins along the way on our tour. 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I just went to see the doctor this morning. Yesterday, after rubbing my right eye, I felt rather uncomfortable in it. As though, there were things inside, cant open fully. Went to look at the mirror &amp; saw some liquid inside, at the bottom right hand corner of my eye. It doesnt feel pain. For that moment, I thought something bad's gonna happen to me. Blind? I dunno why I had that thought but ya, I kept using water to try rinsing it off but fail. So I try going to slp, let my eye have some rest. Woke up, still the same. Told my parents &amp;amp; sis. Since it was late le, so didnt go see doctor &amp; went out to buy some stuffs. Came back &amp;amp; realise that the liquid is gone &amp; my eye doesnt feel any itch anymore. Just to be safe, went to see doctor this morning lor. In the end, the doctor saw a perfect eye on my face &amp;amp; only could prescribe some eye drop &amp; medicine base on what I told him. But ya, recently my right eye feel itchy. Maybe there's some link to it ba. Doctor said maybe coz of some allergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Vivocity to send our luggage for repair. Coz the cushion inside dried off and the sand started to come out. In the end, beside sending it for repair, we bought another a medium size luggage for my sis, since she's going Beijing in September. At the same time, can make use of it for our USA trip. So my sis was like pushing the new luggage everywhere, to Food Republic where we had our dinner, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've decided to send my N73 for servicing. It had actually started to give me problems months back but I chose to ignore. But recently, it's problems seems to increase, scared one day my hp may just die out on me. So quickly save all my stuffs &amp;amp; send for servicing. It's gonna take at least 3 days but may take longer, will contact me when it's ready. Hopefully before I leave Singapore. So now I'm using my old phone currently lor. If not I dunno how I gonna survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now saw a Hello Kitty car at Bugis Junction. All of us were so facinated that we started to take pics. Look: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069618795804046802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rlrnb06LNdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MPniJiHqZ9U/s320/no+carplate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-737041161062529690?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/737041161062529690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=737041161062529690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/737041161062529690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/737041161062529690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#737041161062529690' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rlrnb06LNdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MPniJiHqZ9U/s72-c/no+carplate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-3124585628285031539</id><published>2007-05-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:47:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just do some recap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st May&lt;br /&gt;Went to office earlier than usual. I reached office about 8.15am. Quickly prepared all the last minute documents, double checked them again &amp; again before I started to have my breakfast. The 10 candidates came abit earlier. Lucky Poh Li helped me out. I think I was abit stunned cause the agent, Geraldine, who brought them to PWC building asked me, "You know we are coming today right?" Haha.. Anyway, it was rather messy. I gave them the medical report form &amp; medical chit(dunno how to spell) for them to bring along to their medical check up. After which, I collected their other documents with the help of Poh Li. Only then did I realise that they were not informed to bring their documents along! My supervisor didnt tell Geraldine or the candidates. Great manz.. So after Geraldine &amp; the candidates left, I started to photocopy the certs of some of the candidates &amp; prepared the 2nd round of documents for them when they come back from the checkup. On Friday, my supervisor actually told me that she get Kimberley to help me on 21st May. So I went up to Kimberley and the conversation was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just now the 10 candidates came.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Huh? (looking shocked) What candidates?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The 10 Filipinos lor. Huang Me didnt tell you ah? &lt;br /&gt;Kim: Dun have lehz. She never tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok. Coz she told me that you will be helping me out today.&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Orh. So what am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dotz.. My supervisor didnt tell Kim!! Double great manz. I shall do what I can. Quickly went to pack my lunch at Chinasquare cause the candidates will be back to office anytime. And timing was right. I met them at the lift. So, the other temp staffs went to haf their lunch at pantry 1st while I attended to the candidates. I was alone lehz. Gave them the documents, explained to them what to do, etc. It wasnt that difficult for that part, just the understanding their slang was abit tough. Glad that it didnt take too long if not my rice will turn hard &amp; cold. Went back to pantry &amp; the girls had already finished their lunch. So in the end, they see me eat lor. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After piano, went to Calton Hotel for dinner with family, ah ma &amp; uncle's family. Whole idea was to try out the restaurant's food. They are deciding to celebrate ah ma's bdae at Calton Hotel. The place was better than the one at Vivo but the food wasnt that great as compared to Vivo. But in the end, we still chose Calton coz it looks more high class, ah ma likes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd May&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day. Finally the day came. Dad took leave, sis didnt went to school &amp; all came to attend my graduation. Reached school at about 8am so since still early, took some photos 1st. The ceremony was boring as usual. You see videos before the actual event starts, you see ppl going up to receive their diplomas, hear speeches. I was so worried that I will fall lor coz of the long graduation gown. But phew, I was still standing &amp; walking safely when receiving. After ceremony ended, went out &amp; that's when ppl starts to take pics. As according to Tobbie, the sky was too happy for us that it cried. Initially it only drop a few tears, but soon it couldnt control any longer &amp; burst out loud. Couldnt take pics in the outdoors anymore. I was approached by the people who were promoting on SPGG thingy once I managed to get a breather. Came &amp; asked &amp; asked. There was one saying, "You know, once you stepped out of here, you are an adult, no longer SP student, cant pay student price. You only pay $10 per year &amp; you can enjoy the facilities over here. Your families can enjoy the benefits too. We even have swimming lessons for kids here, your sis can come." Think my parents &amp; I were thinking the same thing. "Travel all the way just to use these? Waste time ah. We already have SIA Clubhouse come here for what?" Haha.. Waited for Sishi to come &amp; took photo with her then I went home le. New fridge coming so gotta helped clear things &amp; shift the fridge since dad cant do any heavy jobs. Fridge suppose to come between 2 to 4pm but in the end came at 4.30pm. By then I left home le. Dear came to fetch me with his parents after their praying at Loyang. Joined them for dinner at Sakura over at Jurong. No wonder cheap. Not much of varieties actually, not fresh, some food were tasteless, weird taste. Only the satays, lamb chop nice nia. Even their longan also not sweet de. Plain water also one kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd May&lt;br /&gt;Today went back to work. 1 day never go to work only so many emails all of a sudden. And I was supposed to meet a candidate at 9am to pass her documents. Wah, rush like hell. And I was getting busy le. Nevermind, busy for now till next wed &amp; I free for 2 weeks. But by the time I come back to work, I can imagine the many many things I gotta do. And I'm gonna handled it alone (most likely) coz my supervisor going to philippines. Sianz.. tml work again..cya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3124585628285031539?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3124585628285031539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3124585628285031539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3124585628285031539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3124585628285031539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3124585628285031539' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-3740773077061815728</id><published>2007-05-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:28:54.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today helped my aunt to shift out of her rented flat and back to the empty house in Ghim Moh. Now that my grandma had passed away &amp; grandpa had been staying in the nursing home for quite some time, she have the whole place to herself. Started out early in the morning. My cousin (eddie) came to fetch me &amp; his sis's bf (yong quan) before heading to his place to get the lorry. Tgt with eddie, peiching &amp; yongquan, we headed off to my aunt's rented flat. According to her, it was suppose to be Blk 644 but as far as we know, there seems to be no blk 644, only 664. Apparently my aunt was so blur that she got it mixed up. Haha.. We only took awhile to shift out all my aunts stuffs from the flat with just 2 rounds. Coz she had packed all nicely in plastic bags &amp; there are no big &amp; heavy stuffs like bed, etc. So it was pretty easy. Headed off straight to Ghim Moh &amp; by the time we were done unloading the stuffs, it was only about 11am. It only took us about 2 hrs for the shifting &amp; travelling time. We helped to clear some of the unwanted stuffs at Ghim Moh, but it was rather difficult coz most of the stuffs were my mum's &amp; sis's stuffs. So cannot anyhow throw. My sis told me before hand lor, reminding me not to throw her stuffs. After which, walked over to Holland Village for lunch and shop for awhile. Haha, we spent more time on talking &amp; relaxing than doing the actual work for the day(shifting house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins &amp; I were telling my aunt that the 1st few things to be done were to get the windows fixed(coz it's spoilt), get rid of the stove(cox it had been there for 20+ or 30yrs, scared may explode or sth), get her SCV, fixed the rubbish chute in the kitchen(it seems to be falling off soon coz the screw seems to came off). After the packing and all these are done, the floor have to be fixed! It looks so horrible la. It's not tiles or marble you see, is those things that are glued to the cement floor. And after 30yrs, the glue had apparently came off and they started to stick the things to the cement using masking tape. Ya, and of coz aunt gotta do the packing lor. But now that so much to be done, now come to the financial part. My aunt do not have so much spare cash to do the renovation, so I dunno who are willing to sponsor her. I told my dad about it and his reply was forever the same, "If she hadnt been renting flat for the past few years, she would be able to save alot of money by now." Which is true la. But then, she dun like to stay at Ghim Moh previously, what can we do? I think she's gonna be lonely and not be able to adjust to the new environment after shifting to Ghim Moh. She had been staying in the east side for like 20 over years. Her activities are always coming to my place, to my 三姨 place, tampines mall. Now that she had moved to the west, she cant stay at all these places till late late le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, my cousins were like asking me why did my aunt decided to move back to Ghim Moh all of a sudden? "I also have no idea." That was my answer. I think nobody knows the answer. Infact, she didnt even tell her siblings that she's gonna move back. She told eddie 1st. And it was like out of the blue lor. Then she told me. I was quite taken aback too. Coz all of us had been asking her to move back, then can save on the renting money. My aunt was so against it. Sometimes she even flares up upon raising the question. Definitely not because she's not on good terms with her landlord. So we really dunno why le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole day of shifting &amp; rushing to my sis's gu zheng concert, I'm tired now. I'm kinda worried now for tml's work coz my supervisor wont be around &amp; there's gonna be a group of candidates coming to settle some documents &amp; go for some medical check up. So many things to do, scared do wrongly sia. Or miss out some things. I keep refering to my notes now, hoping to get those things in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3740773077061815728?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3740773077061815728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3740773077061815728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3740773077061815728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3740773077061815728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3740773077061815728' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-4266354657787828880</id><published>2007-05-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:08:25.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My contract with DBS has been extended, so 4th May wasnt my last day of work after all. But I rested for 2 days before I started work once again. I am still helping the recruiment team cause my supervisor got nobody to help her. Ya, I was complaining I got nothing to do during my 1st month over there. She proved me wrong. Just on tuesday, I worked OT till 9.15pm. Only my supervisor &amp; I were left in the office, busy calling candidates, printing resumes, sending emails. Calling 100 over candidates. Really felt like a programmed robot which kept repeating the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, may I speak to ??? This is Hui Xian calling from DBS Bank. I understand that you've applied for the position as Customer Service Officer @ Call Center? Have you come down for the interview? Are you still interested in the job? Can you come down for the interview on 16th May @ 9am/10am/1pm/2pm? Address of the place of interview is 750E Chai Chee Road #04-05 Technopark. Thank you. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the candidates were Filipinos or Indians or Singaporean. But majority Filipinos. On tuesday, my supervisor spent so much time on calling the candidates that she went abit crazy le. She started to speak like a filipino and all of us couldnt stand her. I was so not used to hearing filipino &amp; indian speaking so initially I had a hard time understanding them &amp; having them understanding me. Finally we had confirmed 82 candidates to turn up for interview ytd. Since my supervisor had meeting the whole day, she asked me to go to Chai Chee instead to help out. Only 71 candidates turned up. The people over there also very nice. Kept talking to them when they are not busy but most of the time I had no one to talk to. I was there helping to register the candidates when they come for interview, directing them, preparing the necessary documents for the whole interview. Candidates have to pass all 4 stages in order to join DBS Contact Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stage--&gt; Competency Test&lt;br /&gt;It consists of comprehension, maths &amp; apology letter. Out of the 71 candidates, only about 5 to 6 candidates passed the test. The passing mark was 75%. Everyone failed in the 2nd part (Maths). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd stage--&gt;Face to Face Interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd stage--&gt; Role-play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th stage--&gt; Talk &amp; Type Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the candidates had gone through the tests &amp; everything, only 3 passed through all the 4 stages. 3 out of 71!!! Now I know why they want to have so many candidates to come for the interview. Yesterday was something interesting. An actual recruitment scene. Anyway, the pantry over at Contact Center is big. Big enough to have lots of sofas, chairs, a billiard table, tv, 2 fridge, 2 sinks, area for you to cook, 2 vending machines &amp; still lots of room for you to roam about. But what's the use, is not as though you can stay in the pantry for long during work. Especially for Contact Center. Everyone is deskbound. Except for the vps &amp; trainers. The place is so dead compared to my work place (DBS HR). Just to update I have been shifted out of my work table to another. Now I have a better place coz my back is the window &amp; nobody can see what I'm doing. Infront is the funny, entertaining Vanessa. Haha.. Now at least got somebody I can talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to DBS HR, I saw one person from my Primary school, one person from my Secondary school &amp; one person from SP. Haha.. The Secondary schoolmate came for an interview. SP schoolmate came to sign contract. She got a job as financial executive. Heard that the interview was not easy. 1st round was with 3 businessmen. 2nd round with 2 MDs. Only about 9 chosen out of 60. Primary schoolmate was an engineer who came to help uninstall the unnecessary programs from our computers. I found him very familiar &amp; rather confirmed he was from Tao Nan, same yr as me. So while he was doing my colleague's computer, I suddenly asked, "你小学是不是读道南的?" Then he gave me the look like "How you know sia?" Then he nod his head. I asked another question, "你是不是87年的?" This time round he more shocked. He was so surprised I could remember him. Haha.. I dunno his name, never been in the same class or school bus as him before. If I'm not wrong, he should be in the class beside mine. Haha.. Just find the scene so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna avoid bread for the next few days. Well, at least for lunch &amp; dinners ba. I had McDonalds on Tues &amp; Wed. Ytd one was not much of my choice coz the people over there say order Mac in. So anything lor. Today couldnt think of what to eat so had Subway. And is toasted de. Haha.. Went to Raffles place to da bao coz we accompany our little sweet Cindy since she needed to go bank in cheque. Now I think of bread also turns me off. And yep, 2 Macs in a row, how much fats am I going to gain manz? I dun wan to reach back to my that awful, scary weight again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4266354657787828880?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4266354657787828880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4266354657787828880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4266354657787828880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4266354657787828880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4266354657787828880' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-125442767276884787</id><published>2007-05-02T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:31:43.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188083128092&amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com" style="width:450px;height:325px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:450px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=4&amp;cy=un&amp;th=20&amp;id=144115188083128092&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/144115188083128092/un_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=4&amp;cy=un&amp;th=20&amp;id=144115188083128092&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/144115188083128092/un_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories with Spac2go from the start till the end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-125442767276884787?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/125442767276884787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=125442767276884787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/125442767276884787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/125442767276884787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#125442767276884787' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-6925277739216213275</id><published>2007-04-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:54:38.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to zoo ytd with Dear, his sis &amp; his sis's bf. Initial plan was to meet them at Jurong East at about 1+pm but at about 10.30am, dear called &amp;amp; say they are done with their plans for the morning &amp; want to come pick me up at 11.15am. Quickly had my breakfast &amp;amp; bathe lor.. Lucky I woke up at 10am sia. Anyway, so dear &amp; his sis came &amp;amp; fetch me before we head off to IMM to fetch his sis's bf. Ya, so ytd was 2 couple at the zoo. Haven been to zoo for quite some time? But ya, nth much have change. Weather was good. Not too sunny &amp; no rain. Just lack of the wind and the weather will be the best ever at the zoo. Ended our journey at the zoo at about 4+pm. Had something to munch at KFC while deciding where to go for dinner. After much discussion, they had decided to go to FarmMart Centre. Initially I didnt know where was that. But when I reached, I realise I had been there before with family &amp;amp; relatives. Anyway, ytd's dinner with dear's family wasnt that scary after all. Wasnt that worried/scared when I know I'm going to dinner with them. After dinner, Dear &amp; his mum sent me home while his sis, sis's bf &amp;amp; dad went back to their own home. Haha. I was so blur lor. After leaving the place, I saw his sis's car behind was sitting another person. I thought, "it cant be his sis ah. his sis sitting infront" I wondered for very long then I realised "that looks like a guy". I turned my head round to the back seat of the car we were on, and realised dear's dad wasnt with us. Dotz... Den I didnt said "bye" to his dad at farmmart. Den I told dear to tell his dad or else later his dad thought I so rude nv say bye. But I cant believe I so blur &amp; didnt realise his dad wasnt with us. Haha... Had a great time ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was more interested in the monkeys than taking pic with me. haha..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058855270556109266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RjSqEMucCdI/AAAAAAAAANs/BQ0pTzmoPi4/s320/113_1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dear &amp; his "long lost cousins"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058855498189375970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RjSqRcucCeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/biEo4AvkwQE/s320/113_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp; my "long lost cousins"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058855962045843954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RjSqscucCfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zdhlJceMLR4/s320/113_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-6925277739216213275?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6925277739216213275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=6925277739216213275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6925277739216213275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/6925277739216213275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6925277739216213275' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RjSqEMucCdI/AAAAAAAAANs/BQ0pTzmoPi4/s72-c/113_1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-1329462173138410482</id><published>2007-04-26T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:16:41.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's entry was on Spac2go, shall continue a little more today. Hope is going to be just a short one. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very thankful to meet all the people in Spac2go. Though there are so much differences in them, there is one thing in common, all of them are LAME!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alumni 2005 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence, Thiam Hock, Kevin--&gt; They are like the guys version of Diana, Huiying &amp; Me. Buy 1 get 2 free kind. Haha.. Especially when 2 of them are in the same class. Haha, speaking of this, that's another common thing between them &amp;amp; us. Thiam Hock &amp; Kevin same class, &amp;amp; Diana &amp; Huiying in the same class. Haha.. Anyway, usually we say there is always a sort of age gap between the year 3s &amp;amp; year 1s but it wasnt that difficult to communicate with them though. At least not that "bu shou" kind. Coz Terence &amp; Thiam Hock stay in the East side so we will always take the same train back after meetings &amp;amp; stuffs. Den since east side, we the east side people will jio them out for movies. Seeing 3 of them will just bring back memories le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Ming--&gt; Thought he was very fierce type when I just joined Spac2go. Maybe because he was the president &amp; sometimes portray his serious side. But his "serious" image kenna destroyed when we started to interview him for the Farewell Party 2005. He was so lame &amp;amp; joke about anything. So always rmb, dun judge the book by its cover. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said--&gt; He's another joker &amp; always do funny funny things. Everytime I see him, most of the times he very happy de. But of coz when come to serious stuffs, he will become serious also. And, I must say he's rather creative. I remember when we went for our Expedition, he created a headband by joining the flowers together. And it was for Bernard during the dress-up activity. Thought he went missing after graduating but ya, seeing him at the recent Farewell was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce--&gt; A very bubbly vice-president. I rmb her as someone who always get so excited when she see someone she knows. Haha. Coz everytime in library, if we see each other, she will wave so excitedly. And ya, same goes to the rest when she meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Wee--&gt; Didnt really know her well. The 1st time we talked was during Poly 50 in 2005. But ya, during events if happen to meet, still will talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for my Year 3 seniors back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alumni 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene--&gt; A very cute, pretty &amp;amp; smart girl. And she's always so cute when she kenna bullied by others. You see her, jiu feel like go teng ta. Always see her &amp; her friends in Foodcourt 6 de. Wasnt that close with her till end year 2 ba, coz of the 10th Anni. I kept liasing with her, then along the way will start to gossip gossip. Hehe.. Slowly, we started to share some things about ourselves &amp;amp; I started to tell her my things also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucai--&gt; Hmmm.. How should I introduce this guy leh? My ex-laogong. Haha.. (Dear, dun jealous hor..u noe de..) I also dunno how we became the "couple" in Spac2go. And seriously the whole Spac2go knows de lor &amp; we just play along. But not bad la, play this still got previledge, that is he will take care abit la. Hehe.. And becoz of this "couple" thingy, he became my good guy buddy. I can tell him about anything. And I dunno why but he always have his way in persuading me &amp;amp; encourage me to do the things I didnt dare to do. But ya, thanx for those, if not I wonder will I be regretting today. Also, he's my hakka buddy? Lolx. Since both of us are the only 2 who knows how to speak in Hakka in Spac2go, we love to communicate in hakka when nobody understands us at all. Hey, not easy to find someone who knows how to speak hakka now liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Tan--&gt; Hmm.. Another I dunno how to say de. The guy whom I always see on train when on the way to school? Haha.. Most of the time, when the train arrive at Simei, at the same door, I'll see him inside, standing at the corner. Guess he love that spot ba, always see him stand there de. And because of this, whenever the door opens &amp; I stepped in, I will always look around the train to see whether he's around. Is a habit le. But ya, that habit was gone after he graduated for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper--&gt; Haha.. The joker &amp;amp; sometimes blur blur guy. Also the camera man for the events. He always kenna "hammer" by all of us whenever we take group photos. There's always fun whenever he's around. A person who loves food so much &amp; never had enough of his share. I still rmb the best way of waking him up during camp was to place a packet of food infront of him. Amazingly, he did wake up &amp;amp; started to follow wherever the food goes. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for my Year 2 seniors back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alumni 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zheng Long--&gt; The "ahboyhehe" (where's your "ahgerhaha"?). lolx... The childish guy who have interest in cooking &amp; love children. Haha. Such guy still exist? A guy who's always so on when come to games &amp;amp; forfeits. A guy who told me what to do if you are lost if you are a small child. A guy who can sing like jj. A guy who always use his own big big logic to argue with you till he wins. A guy who doesnt really know how to show his feelings through speaking but does have a very good brain in him. A guy who was so shy when giving gift. (haha.. dun meant to laugh but rmb that time, I suspect long ago le, want to take out den dun wan, hand shaking summore) Opps.. I'm so bad. But ya, he's also my boss. Was my boss ba. Now not your secretary le, yeah... hehe.. But ya, a good boss who never bully his fellow committee members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison--&gt; Iskanda number 2 was my 1st impression. Haha. Can joke anything, anywhere, anytime. Think without his presence, we won't have so much joy too. Thanx to his craps. But hey, this guy may be full of jokes &amp; craps but when comes to presenting his thoughts, he's good at that. And it all makes sense &amp;amp; is logical. All of us thought so too. Partnered with him during our yr 1 camp nightwalk. Now I know your secret le. Hehehe... I very good, dun blog here but our batch spac2go ppl also know le. Opps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald--&gt; The guy who may look quiet but arn't quiet at all. He can disturb you like siao also de. And could be childish too. Haha.. still can accompany me play those stupid stupid games/actions. The "ang moh" boy whom I have not much impression of speaking to him in chinese. Haha.. Ya, hear him speak chinese. Is not that bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie--&gt; The 金城武 look alike. A guy who has not much of fate with balls? So you will see he's so reluctant in playing all kinds of ball games. A tall, skinny &amp; shy guy. Also looks quiet but arnt quiet. He got unshy by Diana, Huiying &amp;amp; me. He is now so used to our craziness and play along with us too. And ya, didnt know he was so violent till the recent bdae we celebrated for him tgt with Zheng Long. I smashed cake on his face &amp; he started to take revenge without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard--&gt; Thought he's another "ang moh" boy but he stills speaks quite alot of chinese actually. Just that I dunno why he always speaks in English when we just joined Spac2go. A guy who has a twin brother (Bernard, I haven see your twin bro yet!!) Also another quiet guy. Just find him abit different when he talks face to face &amp;amp; when chatting on msn. At least I felt that way. He talks alot &amp; can get along very well on msn. But face to face hor, his words became lesser le. But of coz, thats becoz he shy when come to girls. Bernard, I say I wan to help unshy you when come to girls de, but now I duno how's ur progress le. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin--&gt; Another tall &amp;amp; skinny guy. My 2nd laogong (dear, dun be jealous, u also know de. hehe..) My bro also.. Haha.. A guy whom I confirm will take pic each time during events. The guy who kept saying he wants to come to my house &amp; swim. He said it everytime he sees me &amp;amp; it started since yr 1 but till now he haven come for the swim yet. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia--&gt; Was rather close to her when we were in year 1 but then she abit mia le, den all of us less contact with her liao. But then saw her the other day at MindCafe, we said we want to go for our kbox which we said like how long ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie--&gt; Irene version number 2. Small small size girl. Sometimes she also blur blur den very cute also. Then anyhow will just laugh among ourselves. Eh.. we always do that during main com meeting. Opps... Boss, dun scold us... Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana &amp;amp; Huiying--&gt; Haha.. these 2 ah.. Know them so well that I dunno what to say here le. Think even people who read my blog also know them. Lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for my batch (Year 1s) back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my seniors so much coz at least at that time, we were still the "Babies" in Spac2go ma.. Hehe.. Opps, guess is not a short entry after all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1329462173138410482?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1329462173138410482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1329462173138410482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1329462173138410482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1329462173138410482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1329462173138410482' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-3600491764607150547</id><published>2007-04-25T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:55:32.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Spac2go</title><content type='html'>Something to add to my memories once again. Very important memories that I shall remember for that changed my life, my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Been with this wonderful family for 2 years already. Lots of memories from the very 1st time we met in Year 1 training camp in 2004 till tonight where we are going to celebrate the club’s 10th Anniversary. Time flies eh? Thanx to SPAC2GO for letting me know such great &amp; fun people, making my poly life an enjoyable one. Memories &amp;amp; all the wonderful experiences will be kept forever with me &amp; I wish SPAC2GO all the best in the coming years. SPAC2GO = So cool, So lame…Hehe.. Definitely no regrets joining this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I wrote in the "memory book" of Spac2go which was done by Huiying &amp;amp; Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Hope that Spac2go will continue to strive to greater heights. Have so much fun in this club. No regrets. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what was written on the board during the recent Farewell 2007. Though it was not written by me, it spelt out all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, Spac2go had created the most memorable memories in my poly life. I never thought I would enjoy this cca. But the club, the members, the alumnis, the fun proved to me that my decision was right. So why did I this choose this kinda unknown club (which also always being mixed up with Sparc)? This is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of joining any cca in SP for I thought that is not important &amp; didnt care much about it. Then come one day when Diana &amp;amp; Huiying told me that there's these group of people who went to their lecture &amp; did some "promoting" of their clubs. We stuck together all the time so of coz I went along with them to listen to the briefing of the clubs. It was a combination of 3 clubs: Sparc, Spac2go, Sp Comperes. After listening to all three clubs' briefings, 3 of us were more interested in joining Sparc. In the end, we sign up for Sparc as well as Spac2go coz we find it not bad. If cant get into Sparc, Spac2go also can la. Haha.. like a spare tyre. Funny thing was that I do not have much memories on who were there to represent Sparc &amp;amp; Sp Comperes but I can still remember a few of the Spac2go members were like asking Fucai to do a short briefing of Spac2go. Also when handling up the forms &amp; choosing our interview time slots, Joyce (the vp then), asking us to ask Kang Ming (the p then) things if we dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the interview day has reached. Spac2go interview was 1st. At that point of time, Terence &amp;amp; Said were in-charged of assigning candidates to the interviews. Since we 3 were early, we chatted with Terence &amp; Said. I still remember we asked them "Is Spac2go fun?" And their replies were, "Yes.. Very fun". But think the way they answer like kinda fake. Haha.. Huiying, Diana &amp;amp; I were suppose to be in the same group for interview but coz of the previous group, 1 person didnt turn up, Huiying went to join the 1st group. Diana &amp; my interview slots were next. 5 in a group. I started to speak 1st. Ms Angelvin started to ask me to intro &amp;amp; stuffs. The basics of interview. Ya, &amp; I started to say what were my past CCAs. Then I started crapping of coz. Saying I like counselling people, help them, bla bla bla... The next question, "Will you give your 100% (or 101%? cant rmb) in the club?" I replied "Yes". Haha.. the typical answer. I cant rmb a single thing Kang Ming asked. Unless he didnt ask, but I guess he did la. I thought I did rather badly in the interview. But ya, we received news later that 3 of us got in. Wow.. Us, the 3 frenz got in. Haha.. And we went for our orientation camp &amp;amp; stuffs. For the details, I shall not say here since it is in my first few entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so that's about it on how I got Spac2go as my CCA. Oh ya, Diana &amp; I didnt go for our Sparc interview in the end. By that time, we werent interested le. Haha.. Anyway, back to Spac2go. I'm those kind who won't be the 1st to introduce herself to others till the other party start. But becoz of the various activities we had to do in groups, I managed to open a little more. And by the time the last day came, we made plans to go Marina for bbq with the seniors. Ever since the day I joined Spac2go, I dunno how but I became much more out-spoken. And hence, members of Spac2go think that I'm those very "on" type, super out-going, etc (which is the total opposite of me). It's like such a different me as compared to secondary school days. Just ask Diana &amp;amp; Huiying, they can tell you so. In fact, they told me I became more out-spoken after I came to Poly. Hey, that's a good thing. I still rmb the 2005 Chinese New Year, we had our 1 week holiday. Since 初三 everybody start work le, so will be rotting at home. I was chatting with Cynthia &amp; I initiate to go for movie next day &amp;amp; started to jio others. The time when I decide to catch a show &amp; jio the rest was like 10.30pm. That was like so not me. Now come to think of it, I'm rather surprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at that point of time, I wasnt that close with my classmates, I cherish Spac2go frenz much more than poly frenz. I think the only reason could be we went through alot. From the orientation (night walk. haha..) to 9th Anni to Expedition, Residential, my batch was really bonded. 9th Anni still alright ba but it was the Expedition. Spent 4 days 3 nites at East Coast Park. The day when we walked from Merlion Park to East Coast Park, carrying big big bags &amp;amp; food. Now thinking of it also makes me feel so happy. Details were posted in my previous entries too so shall not blog it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spac2go not only gave me the joy &amp; laughter but also allows me to display my leadership skills. 9th Anni was the very 1st event which I was involved in planning &amp;amp; was in-charged of the decorations. Being a freshman in organizing events, I was not so sure what to do. All I noe was meeting kept going on. Lucky I have Huiying to help me. Thanx ger. Together with the rest of the committees, 9th Anni was a success. Thanx to Said for trusting us, letting us, the freshman, the yr 1s to handle the whole event (except for food &amp; budget). With the 1st experience, the rest of events till I graduate was not much of a trouble (I guess). I don't know why but I am always involved in organizing all the events till the batch after us came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9th Anni --&gt; Deco I/C &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farewell 2005--&gt;Activity committee (if i not wrong) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yr 1 Training Camp 2005--&gt;Treasurer &amp;amp; Food I/C &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ Outing--&gt;Food I/C &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10th Anni--&gt;Chairperson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's about it. I gotta say I spent lots of time on Spac2go. During school holidays, will be busy preparing the events, when school starts, sometimes also have events or meetings, handling of proposals. Tough job in organizing the events but all was worth it when you see it turn out to be a success &amp; to see all the smiles from them. I specially felt it when I saw the smiles on the 2005 grad seniors when they were watching the video. Maybe becoz I really spent alot of time &amp;amp; effort on it. I spent 1 week, with an average slp of 4 to 5 hrs slp a day to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to try lots of different positions in Spac2go ba. From organizing committee to Secretary of the club. I guess is my commitment that brought me this far coz base on quality skills, etc, there are better choices than me. I learnt a few things in Spac2go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to work as a team to have an event a success&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to distribute tasks to committee members&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to write minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to write proposals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are the procedures in organizing event (it's damn tough la)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to create video (I have never done it before &amp; nobody teach me, I anyhow play &amp;amp; created one for the seniors)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all I can think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've graduated from SP, I've also become Spac2go alumni naturally. All of us are going in different directions. But am sure the bond we created will remain between us, right newly crown alumnis? Haha.. Anyway, what Zheng Long said the other time during Farewell 2007 almost made me cry. It's meaningful, sad &amp; thanx to Kevin playing sad song on the guitar. Yes, that's the end of our journey in Spac2go, but the spirit &amp;amp; bond remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057390875686734274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ri92NMucCcI/AAAAAAAAANk/AJH-Wu3XqQk/s320/P1020055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-3600491764607150547?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3600491764607150547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=3600491764607150547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3600491764607150547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/3600491764607150547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3600491764607150547' title='Memories of Spac2go'/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Ri92NMucCcI/AAAAAAAAANk/AJH-Wu3XqQk/s72-c/P1020055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-2098294858480398445</id><published>2007-04-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:32:19.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was so boring at work today. I'm almost done with the things I'm supposed to do. To prevent myself for having nothing to do at all till next friday (my last day of work), I've been doing the work very slowly. Having lots of slacking time. So far, it seems that other dept dun need a temp staff at the moment. So have to look for job again. Sianz. And I'll be leaving DBS soon.. Haiz.. Anyway, now everyday go to work, there's only 2 things I look forward to: Lunch time &amp; Go Home. That's when I dun need to find things to do to look as though I'm busy. It was so tough to find myself entertained at work. Though I can surf the net but I cant go look at blogs, msn, games, etc. I cant even access any other emails except for DBS email. So boring.. Today, the other temp staffs so busy, cant chat with them. My side all so busy de. I was quite surprised when I reached office this morning. I reached 8.30am sharp. Usually a few of them will be around doing their stuffs le. But I only saw 小蜜蜂 aka bee aka 小屁股 number 1. Haha.. But ya, the rest went for some course or sth and came back only at about 6pm? Well, 1 more week to go. I want it to end fast so I dun need to act as though I'm busy, but at the same time, hoping the time at DBS wont end so quickly. I will miss going to amoy street and buy the fruit juice which we all love. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on the way back home when I saw a girl suddnely took out a book &amp; started to write on it. I thought she writing song sia.. Haha.. Like all of sudden you have the inspiration &amp;amp; want to write it down quickly. But I think she was writing her diary la. Look kinda more like essay than lyrics. And I realised I haven been writing in my own personal diary for a long time. My last entry was on 3 August 2006. 8 months. Maybe coz the problems I had were all done out in words to my friends. And since being tgt with dear, I really nv touch that diary le. I kinda miss it. It's just beside me now. Was reading it. Hmmm.....those troubled &amp; unhappy days. Wanted to write sth but I dunno where to begin. In the end, I decided to blog sth over here. Weird.. Much easier this way, faster. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go catch up on some memories to be added into my own diary. And also to see whether are there any not so happy things or problems which I should write inside. Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2098294858480398445?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2098294858480398445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2098294858480398445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2098294858480398445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2098294858480398445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2098294858480398445' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-1813776078726852677</id><published>2007-04-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:15:24.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day ytd.. Met Diana at Somerset for our K-lunch at Cineleisure. Hehe.. long time nv 二人世界了. haha.. Sang some songs which we haven been singing for a long long time. Songs that we used to sing when we were in sec 4. The times we hide at the staircase &amp; practice our song for Grad ceremony. The times we always sing when we were sitting at the back of our class. The times we were singing in the toilet. Haha.. The memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off to look out for some bags since Diana needed them desparately for work. In the end, we bought 3 pairs of earrings each. $5 for 3. And because of us leaving kbox late, shop for bags &amp; buying earrings, we were late in meeting Zheng Long, Mike, Siang Wee &amp;amp; Fiona. Sorry sorry.. Made reservations at Minds Cafe (Prinsep) at 3.30pm for 6. And guess who we saw at Minds Cafe? Cynthia! Ya.. she's working over there. We didnt see her the other time when we were there. But thanx to her, we were introduced to a number of fun games. We played, "Taboo" where guys vs girls. And the results show that we 3 girls are better at it. Haha.. Played "I'm the Boss" which had us all arguing over money, as though we were gonna fight. Played "Who's got the fastest hands" and it proved that diana was not so good at that and people follow other actions. Haha.. Played another game which is about the same as "heart attack". And that proved everyone that the 6 of us were the loudest at Minds Cafe. Lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left there at about 6pm and decided to head off to PS Swensens for dinner. Actually the idea of ytd's outing was to celebrate Siang Wee's bdae. So we had a swensens' bdae cake for us. After all the eating, we started to play a game from the chinese variety show which telecast on Channel U every monday at 8pm. You have to say 当然 no matter what the other person say and you have to prove what you say is true, otherwise, you'll lose. As usual, is back to guys vs girls but we had mike to represent the guys and fiona to represent the girls. It was gross la, whatever they had said. In the end, I came up with some real crazy stuffs which I can guarantee that the guys will never do it. Anyway, we 3 girls were made to perform a task, that is to do frog jump 1 round in PS. We did it! But what we did was to write "Frog" on a piece of paper &amp; pass from one person to another till we had complete one round of PS. Ya.. it was crazy but still, who cares manz. We were all too high le. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the high games, bought diana's bag, we went home. I was feeling terrible ytd night anyway juz that I didnt say out. It felt as though there was something stuck in the middle of my chest. Think coz afternoon play &amp; laugh too much, plus drank too much ice water at one go. I felt  like vomiting &amp;amp; I controlled. I dun wan to diu lian again like I did 2 yrs ago. Sam shld know. But ya, I was alright after resting awhile at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1813776078726852677?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1813776078726852677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1813776078726852677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1813776078726852677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1813776078726852677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1813776078726852677' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-7902691390550543497</id><published>2007-04-21T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:35:31.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed a new blogskin. it's been a long time since my blog's background was bright one. Think the only time was my very 1st blogskin ba. Though it looks kinda kidish but ya, thought it was cute and juz felt like changing one. So ta-da! Nothing much to blog actually. I just dun haf the urge to blog tat frequently anymore. Maybe coz nth special to blog in order to add into my memories. So what have I been doing for the past 2 weeks? Well, I started work on 5th April, working as HR admin with DBS. Is at PWC building. So heng to be at the same working place as diana. Coz we both got it thru Kelly Services. Lucky she's there, so I dun feel specially nervous on my 1st day of work. Coz she started work 2 weeks before I did and got to know quite a number of ppl over there. I'm under the recruitment team, and my job is suppose to help the new coming Filipino staffs to apply for their employment pass. People over there at DBS HR are really nice. All very friendly and easy-going de. Though they say the dress code is suppose to be office wear, it seems that what I usually wear to school also can, juz that no jeans and t-shirt nia. Hehe.. And so, I meet diana everyday to go to work. Only recently I found out that xiuxian also worked at PWC building. Haha.. so qiao. Anyway, i only have 2 weeks more to go with DBS and my contract will end le. So now trying to ask other dept see need temp staff not, den I go over. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dental check-up and Dr. Yong told me that it was alright. Haha. Phew.. coz I now dun wear retainer every night le. Hehe.. Lazy. But ya, lucky nv shift. He say he dun wan see me so often le, so my next appt is 1 yr later. After about 2 more visits, I will be totally discharged le! Means no need go dental checkup for braces liao.. Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7902691390550543497?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7902691390550543497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7902691390550543497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7902691390550543497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7902691390550543497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7902691390550543497' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-1326022135360416162</id><published>2007-04-08T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:53:12.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am tired now.. Had only the most 5hrs slp which was separated into 2 sessions. Ytd was Spac2go Farewell Party. Yep, for us, the graduating members, the new alumnis. I was with diana since morning and we were taking bus from clementi area to holland village to meet zhenglong for late lunch. The 2 of us looked at the board and saw bus 75 (if i rmb correctly) take us to bus stop opposite holland village. We counted the number of bus stops coz we didnt noe where to alight. Board the bus, bus drove off, started to count bus stops. But ya, we lost count halfway and there was this bus stop which we werent quite sure whether to alight. And we just carried on. Juz as the bus started to drove off, we saw holland village. Great manz. We missed it. Thought it was alright, juz alight at the next bus stop. Gosh...It was very far. We thought the bus was driving to the expressway. In the end we walked back to holland village coz there was no way we could cross the road and board another bus back. Decided to have lunch at Breko and waited for zhenglong to arrive. This guy ah, was sneaking up behind us. He didnt even make a sound when he reached. Gave us a scare when he suddenly pointed one of the dish on the menu and asking us to order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to school to meet the rest of my batch to so call practice songs. In the end, we chatted, changed into our school uniforms and started to take pictures crazily. Haha.. Yep.. is school uniform coz tat was the dress code for all. Initially, we still sort of complained it's so troublesome to get school uniform. But now, I'm glad we did, coz it was fun to see all of us dress like sec &amp; jc students. Proceed off to the venue for our event. It was at T22610. Yesh.. SB tutorial classroom. The event was good considering the very tight budget given. The only factor that fail to add more points to the event was the venue. Air-con was not on. so we only had fans and the natural air. But it was alright coz all of us still had fun in that room. It was nice to see some alumnis turned up. Especially Said! Finally saw him after he graduated 2 years ago. The 3 pillars (kevin, thiam hock &amp;amp; terence), alex tan, gary, sean, pamela were there too. The event ended quite early, about 9.45pm. Quickly changed back to usual clothes before we headed off to the post event venue. Zhenglong, Huiying, Diana, me followed Alex Tan, Said, Thiam Hock, Terence, Kevin and his gf (Ellse) to TCC at Prinsep Street. Chat abit here and there then we ended off with those lame questions like, "How many meh meh jump over the wall?" I learnt a few. And we figured them ourselves de. Haha.. Some was difficult though. Went off to Minds Cafe at about 1am. 1st time there and it was fun la. Coz you get to play all sorts of games with your frenz. You can see all the joy at all the tables, all laughing de. We played 2 games only (Snorta &amp; Taboo) coz the shop closes at 3am. Said sent Zhenglong, huiying, diana &amp;amp; I home while the rest went off to eat. They are not tired de lor.. Thanx Said for driving us home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farewell committee members, thanx for making the event into a success. Know it was not easy in preparing this event, with the initial No from above and tight budget. Thanx again for giving us the wonderful and memorable last event as a Spac2go member. Love you all in Spac2go. Spac2go Rox!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MGS, PYSS, RJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051825140319449218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhuwMwwg8II/AAAAAAAAALs/TF6lZ4VATzY/s320/07042007442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051825784564543634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhuwyQwg8JI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qtW0LsdXb4A/s320/P1020013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Do not push!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826244126044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhuxNAwg8KI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Q3cS47wY_gM/s320/P1020014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051826914140942514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rhux0Awg8LI/AAAAAAAAAME/2_dcRUUwYgU/s320/P1020019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051828949955440834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rhuzqgwg8MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UTuGvIArC9A/s320/P1020021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051829345092432082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rhu0Bgwg8NI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QyEL7vSX-2o/s320/P1020024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051829632855240930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rhu0SQwg8OI/AAAAAAAAAMc/POFy56XNhMg/s320/P1020026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052161921590030578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhzigAwg8PI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iw0IEEKb0HI/s320/P1020058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052162385446498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rhzi7Awg8QI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WpnUolQWH1E/s320/P1020060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah Bengs &amp; Ah Lians in action!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052163682526621970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhzkGgwg8RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/W0C1PQjd_nI/s320/P1020068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052165005376549154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhzlTgwg8SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bpP3ExIWy3o/s320/P1020069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052166023283798322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhzmOwwg8TI/AAAAAAAAANE/DAoJfvaqO0Q/s320/P4070011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052166478550331714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhzmpQwg8UI/AAAAAAAAANM/h3pZhDxVjdg/s320/P4070036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052166972471570770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhznGAwg8VI/AAAAAAAAANU/_gyBpfkCOcg/s320/P4070108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052167831465029986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rhzn4Awg8WI/AAAAAAAAANc/aQmTPt1m9_A/s320/combined+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1326022135360416162?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1326022135360416162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1326022135360416162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1326022135360416162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1326022135360416162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1326022135360416162' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RhuwMwwg8II/AAAAAAAAALs/TF6lZ4VATzY/s72-c/07042007442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-7511730783159965205</id><published>2007-04-08T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:19:39.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/"&gt;http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At this particular time you are feeling the results of extreme stress and you are seeking a 'way out' but you are pushing too hard. Obviously you need peace, tranquillity and contentment. Your temperament is such that you are hoping, unrealistically perhaps, that your desires will shortly be fulfilled (even if at this time you are not quite sure what those true aspirations may be!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are working extremely hard - perhaps even above and beyond the call of duty. You are preparing for the future and therefore trying to build a firm trouble-free foundation upon which you may base all of your dreams and aspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In spite of the fact that you believe that your hopes and ideas are realistic, it is hard for you to accept that your needs and desires are misunderstood by almost everyone within your sphere of influenceand there is no-one to turn to or rely on. Your pent-up emotions and inherent egocentricity make you quick to take offence, but as matters stand you realise that you will have to make the best of things as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are feeling trapped by the situation as it stands at this time and what is more, you feel powerless to remedy it. You are stressful, angry and disgruntled. You feel that everything that you try to do to change the situation is thwarted and your hopes and aspirations all seem to be receding into the ever distant future. You have reached the state where you now doubt whether your dreams will ever be achieved and this is not only causing mental stress but heartache. You need to get away from it all - you need to have time to think, to recuperate, to be able to make your own decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You wish to be left in peace... no more conflict and no more differences of opinion. In fact you just don't want to be involved in arguments of any shape or form. All you want is for 'them' to get on with it - and to leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really true, I guess. I dun even noe. But one thing I noe that at this point of time, I'm feeling tired. Brain not functioning. Coz of the lack of slp I had from previous night. I know last paragraph is very true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7511730783159965205?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7511730783159965205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7511730783159965205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7511730783159965205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7511730783159965205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7511730783159965205' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-2728541959612972518</id><published>2007-03-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:15:51.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to add some memories to my blog.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accompanied dear to collect his handphone. Went to buy some sushi before heading to Kbox at Marina Square. Yesh!! Finally our bd's kbox session. Waited very long le hor? The room was so far in and so far away from the toilet. So inconvenient sia. Initially alvin and dear kept singing coz diana &amp; I were busy choosing our songs. When our turn came, alvin started to choose those super high and fast songs for us. And we had to sing continuously. Boy was it tired. Haha.. But it was fun though. Went to Cafe Cartel for dinner. Diana &amp;amp; I couldnt decide on a place coz we werent sure which cafe allow us to bring cake in. In the end, we went ahead with Cafe Cartel coz dear suggest we go somewhere else to cut the cake. And yep...ESPLANADE!! Haha.. With me around, where else but esplanade. Haha. After dinner, we started to walk towards esplanade but diana &amp; I quickly went off without alvin noticing it to buy a small cake from Polar. Haha.. And we bought a cake with Daffy Duck printed on top. Coz that was e smallest and enuff for us to play. Went to esplanade and was deciding how to surprise alvin with the cake. Den for dunno what idea we had initially, I actually hide the cake in my bag!! But ya, took it out and borrowed a lighter from a stranger to light up the candle. We sang and brought the cake towards alvin. So diu lian lor. Everybody started to look at us. I cut the cake and had one extra for playing. Diana gave alvin the cake and want him to take sth out from the cake with his mouth only. Diana tried to push his face into the cake but failed. Alvin clever lor. But ya, when alvin was trying to take tissue, diana took the opportunity to place some cake on alvin's face. And he was calm. He didnt take revenge. Haha.. Lucky u diana.. Chit chatted awhile and they started to ask some stupid jokes. Dunno y, I always seem so blur n stupid infront of them. Haha.. And to dear, alvin n nu er, I said 灯 is not answering to dear's question. I was only translating the word "light" from english to chinese. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanx mum for fetching hy, diana and me to collect all the food for our bbq. We, or rather hy &amp;amp; diana organized the bbq. I only provide the place and helped our abit here and there nia. It's a bdae celebration for both frankie and zheng long. After putting all the food at my place, the 2 gals went off coz to visit a fren. So i waited at home for the rest of the people to arrive. Went to eastpoint with mum n sis to buy some stuffs. Just then got a call and was told that joanne reached at simei at 4.30pm. She was on time. Good. haha. Together, we went to buy 2 packets of ice. And boy were those ice freezed! We couldnt take them out from the ice box. Had to use sissors to knock them out. Just as we reached changi rise carpark, my phone ring. Kevin called and told me he reached simei and asked for directions to my place. Mum suggest to go fetch him. Just as I put down the phone, my phone rang again. This time it was Frankie. He told me he reaching my small gate le. Woah.. haha.. So told him to wait there. Fetched him den go to simei to fetch Kevin. Just as Kevin about to get into the car, Gerald and Bernard also reached Simei. So together, mum fetched 6 of us back home. Haha.. yesh.. 5 of us squeezed at the back. Lucky all skinny skinny de. Since the guys were around le, can help to carry all the heavy stuffs. Hehe.. Thanx Kevin for helping to start the fire. We started to bbq coz no point waiting for the rest. Cook for them ma.. Haha.. Den diana, hy, mike, fiona, val came. Brought the cake down at about 8plus. And we started with our thing again.. Sing as we bring the cake out. Haha.. The 3rd time I did this le. I did the cutting coz purposely wan to have 2 extras for the playing part. Hehe.. Diana &amp; I put some stuffs in the cake and want the 2 bdae guys to take it out with their mouths. But we learnt from our mistake liao, cannt put it on the table or let them hold. We must hold it. Haha.. So diana held it for zl and I held for frankie. They both did it rather fast though. As frankie try to take out the 2nd piece from the cake, I pushed the cake up to his face. Haha.. Yup, and the war starts. The 2 guys started to chase me, diana &amp;amp; hy. Best part was I didnt make zl, he still make mi. And his reason for so is, "You 3 is tgt one ma. Buy 1 get 2 free de". Dotz sia.. Den no choice hide in toilet lor.. haha. But ya, still arnt able to hide from both of them. Kenna on shirt, arms and face. Lots of food left, so played "21 points". Loser gotta eat hotdogs and crabsticks depend on how much you lose. Our initial plan of pushing the 2 guys into water didnt work coz the security guards were around the swimming pool area. So we had "yum seng". All of us had water from the swimming pool while the 2 guys had plain water. But zl and frankie knew it all along so they didnt drink and pour on us instead. And ya, 2nd war began. Mike used the ice box to carry the water. Haha. And pour directly on zl. One shot and he was wet through from head to toes. Later on, someone pushed him into the sand pool. It wasnt me! This time zl get more wild liao. He kept dragging me into sand pool. Coz I'm the only one who confirmed had extra clothes to change. Haha.. He was really strong la, I cant pull myself away. Lucky joanne came to my rescue in time. She was dragging me from the opposite side. Haha.. And it was after some time that I finally got myself off from zl. All of us got wet. We started packed everything up at ard 10plus. Diana &amp; Hy stayed overnight at my place and we finished up the satays. We used the oven to bake it.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044380625930035218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RgE9c_hsIBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9W_IvADJl80/s320/112_1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044380917987811362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RgE9t_hsICI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LDj3jGZ6JI8/s320/113_1305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044381033951928370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RgE90vhsIDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SxXMn2ZBB3I/s320/113_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-2728541959612972518?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2728541959612972518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=2728541959612972518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2728541959612972518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/2728541959612972518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2728541959612972518' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RgE9c_hsIBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9W_IvADJl80/s72-c/112_1296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-1917295168889159589</id><published>2007-03-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:55:12.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Ball</title><content type='html'>It's been a week and I've finally decided to blog sth regarding SB Grad Ball. Went to Instant Glamour for the hairstyling and make-up at 5.30pm. It was rather fast, only took about 30mins. Initially was to meet the gals and head down to Grand Corthorne together. In the end, because of some things here and there, dear came to Bugis and shared cab to the venue. It was ex. Registered ourselves at the registration counter and went to our table 12. And since then, we were very busy, busy taking pictures. Food came and the food is just average. Didnt like the fried rice coz of their peas which tasted very very sweet and according to huimei which tasted like mango. So the event started off with the emcee doing some introduction, speech by President of SB Club and Director of SB. The guests were divided into 2 teams, A &amp; B and points will be given by playing games, teamwork, etc. Kinda lame. The emcee told us to write each persons' name on a small piece of paper and put it inside a pail. All of us thought it will be used for playing game and didnt put it in except for some of the guys at our table. But we were wrong. It was sort of a lucky draw thingy and ya, our chances were so little. &lt;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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event ended at about 11pluspm den left Grand Copthorne at about 12plus am. Wanted to go to zouk but it was not opened and we ended up going to Double O. First time clubbing and it was alright. Not too bad though. But should we like go to other clubs coz double O is just way too small? Went to Huimei's house at about 3 or 4plus. The gals had a hard time removing their make-ups. 45mins... Was very lazy to undo our my hair so rested and went to see the guys n huimei play daidee. Finally decided to wash our hair. We helped one another to take out all the pins, clips and rubber bands. It was tough. Firstly, the hair is very tough and crispy with all the hair spray. Secondly, the pins are so small and hidden under those hair which you could hardly move them about. Washed 2 times at huimei hse but there are still some strands which are still abit hard. Thanx Huimei's mum for the prata for breakfast. Chatted for awhile then sam, jy and huat left coz sam gotta rush for work. I waited for the guys coz they already wake up le somehow. Dear sent me home and ya.. lucky you sent or else I slp till I dunno how to alight at the correct stations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th March 2007, the day we had kept talking about, the day we looked forward to, had come and gone in a flash. That would be just a new entry into our memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041774693992640018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff7Xyj8LhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BA5NgAnPgl0/s320/grp+wif+heading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041775162144075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff7zCj8LiI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BqqGZwdardI/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041775531511262770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff8Iij8LjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rQz2vV6R7AM/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041775909468384834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff8eij8LkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nlalirfbx_0/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041776115626815058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff8qij8LlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/JsWEwFrfpEw/s320/grad+ball+girls.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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041776192936226402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff8vCj8LmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SBUVNayW9QA/s320/grad+ball+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041776673972563570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff9LCj8LnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2HZ_fGCkfjg/s320/IMG_1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day has come again. My Piano Theory Exam. It was 2pm at starhub centre. Because of the weird time, and since I'm going there alone, I had late breakfast and skipped my lunch. Supposed to reach at 1.30pm but because of wrong estimation of time, I was there at 1.10pm. Ok la, so rested abit and look thru for the one last time. The paper was tough. Sianz. Pass or fail? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear 1st time drive to my place alone to have lunch with me. And ya.. just to have lunch then he went off to fetch his mum le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accompanied dear to send his phone for servicing. Later on, he together with my family watched a movie at vivocity. And guessed what we watch? Happily Never After. Wanted to watch Protege but it's NC16 which means my sis cant watch. No other show, thus Happily Never After. As expected, lots of kids. Best part was the 5 of us who went to watch had no idea what the show is about. Dad slept half of the show. I also dozed off at some of the parts. It was boring, no climax. Had dinner at Imperial Herbal restaurant. Whole idea is to try out the food there coz intend to celebrate ah ma's 80th bdae over there. I love their "Fu Rong" (Fluffy Egg White) with Dried Scallop. It was very good. Shld have taken a pic of it. Had some other dishes and soup. I guess my sis muz have hated some of the waitresses.. Haha.. coz she was busy playing her gameboy and sort of ignoring her food. So every now and then, the waitresses will come and ask her to eat 1st, play later.Their service kinda weird also la. The egg white came, then the soup came, and another dish came, but rice was still not out. So mum said we wanted 5 bowls of rice. The person then ask "Now?" Duh... Of coz now la, den wait till finish all the dish then eat plain rice? Dotz sia.. Then just before payment, when all of us had wipe our mouths and cleaned up, they bring out their wet towels for us. Haha..Nth to sae liao. Anyway, those 6 dishes (if i nv rmb wrongly) cost dad abt $230. Wow... Went to eat ice cream at Bens &amp; Jerrys and I took a very long time just to choose one scoop. Hehe.. Anyway, still prefer Scoopz.. Went to walk around then sent dear home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met dear, huat, qj &amp;amp; supposingly wh(he didnt go coz he couldnt wake up) in school. Haha.. Coz I wan to see them play basketball. Crazy right? But ya, wanted to see how they play and behave on court. Coz some say they may become another person on court. So what have I seen? Actually it was not that different also la. I also did some shooting and now I have muscleaches. Haha.. nv exercise for quite some time le.. Had lunch at Foodcourt 3 and went off le. Dear accompanied me to see the doctor coz I was having urine infection. It like came all of a sudden, no symptom or anything de. Started on the night before and I went in and out of toilet every now and then. Had trouble sleeping well also. So had the urine test and confirmed urine infection. By the time I was done seeing the doc, it was about 3plus and my family came to fetch us coz it was raining. We were having hot plate for dinner at function room ytd and mum invited dear but dear initially didnt want to. But think under much persuasion by my parents, he went along. Dunno sis excited or what but she was talking non stop since we were at home. Even during dinner also cannot stop moving or talking de. She showed us her new pokemon game for her gameboy, ghost storybook, etc. She even started to mix all of our names together. For eg, Ng Jing Wei, Lim Hui Xian. Haha.. she started to play with dear also. Which ermz.. the game was "hui lian become hairdresser?" hahaha.. After dinner, went back home and watched tv. Think it was the anitbiotics that caused me to have fever all of sudden at night. 38.2 degrees celsius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th Mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my fever was gone when I woke up. Anyway, I didnt tell my parents that I had fever last night coz I scared they might cancel today's trip. They planned to wake up at 5am and walked to the Treetop Bridge at MacRitchie Reservoir area. We started the walk at 6.45am (we were trekking in the dark) and reached the treetop bridge at 7.45am. 1hr walk. There were toilet rest inbetween. Lots of spider web along the way, uneven paths. The bridge only opens at 9am and since early, we had our sandwiches and continue to trek abit more to other parts. We made our way back to the car park after completing the 250m bridge. It was real tiring. Didnt feel like moving at all. Went to Sembawang Park &amp; then waterloo street before heading home. And ya, i bathed den online awhile and went to slp le. So tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treetop Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041776901605830274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff9YSj8LoI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xKYwLwbZvm8/s320/112_1267.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;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum and sis were using that big leaf as umbrella. Kinda cute..hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041777086289424018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff9jCj8LpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fh0ch9CispM/s320/112_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1917295168889159589?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1917295168889159589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1917295168889159589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1917295168889159589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1917295168889159589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1917295168889159589' title='Grad Ball'/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rff7Xyj8LhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BA5NgAnPgl0/s72-c/grp+wif+heading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-4022534969183952760</id><published>2007-03-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:03:05.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got 4th for the Marketing Plan Competition under the Kenwood category. Ytd was the finals. Our group was more or less prepared for the worst. The feeling was terrible as we looked at the rest of the groups when they were presenting. Not because they are no good, it's becoz their presentation and all were so good that the 4th place was almost certain for us. Didnt want to stay for the results. Didnt dare to hear it. But the truth was out. We were 4th. But then, am happy also. Our class bagged both champions! Woohoo! That's great manz. Congrats to both teams. Learnt alot through the project, from the start till the end. Thanx to my groupmates for all the effort put in, learnt alot from you gals too. 有那么的一点不舍 that the project is over. Now that this project is over, my journey in SP had finally come to an end. Good-bye SP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21900 with Mr Cho, our coach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038067382664588946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RerPl3o0bpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/di5sEatP5wQ/s320/DSCF1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038067537283411618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RerPu3o0bqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gRfSi91RX1M/s320/DSCF1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038067691902234290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RerP33o0brI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8dPmLL0z5-I/s320/DSCF1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the photo-taking session, the few of us wanted to have lunch together. As usual, there was a long discussion on where to head for the lunch. And the final conclusion was at Cafe Cartel @ Raffles City. Tobs, Qj, Hm, Jy, Ql, Joanne, Zm went there 1st while I accompanied Dear to Paya Lebar to collect back his wallet. Dear, next time rmb to keep ur wallet properly, dun anyhow put le. Not everytime so lucky de. But glad he managed to find back his wallet, thanx to a nice person somewhere out there. We went to Raffles City to join them but we ended up sitting alone at one corner. The set lunch which cost $9.50 wasnt nice. The rice was tough, meat was tough. Pasta's cheese smell was weird n strong. Think the best was the ice cream. Haha.. Den went to Wisma to buy my dress for Grad ball. Thanx dear for accompanying me when you were already so tired. Muackx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-4022534969183952760?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4022534969183952760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=4022534969183952760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4022534969183952760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/4022534969183952760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4022534969183952760' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RerPl3o0bpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/di5sEatP5wQ/s72-c/DSCF1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-1149659694508342473</id><published>2007-02-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:07:42.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year.. Basically the routine for cny is about the same as the many years before. New year eve went to ah ma's hse for reunion dinner and after which, we are all on our own. The uncles watching tv, aunties talking, 3 young cousins playing, the older cousins were busy smsing in ah ma's room while watching tv. Haha.. tat includes me of coz. This the 1st time where my whole family actually welcomed the cny together, coz usually they will go to slp before 12am, leaving me alone counting down by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the driver for 初一 for half of the journey. Drove to Bouna Vista, Bukit Timah, Serangoon, Sengkang. But of coz wif my dad beside me telling me which way to go. And I'm so happy that I managed to do all the parking by myself. Yeah.. But ya, watever learnt at BBDC for parking was like all gone. Use my own method instead. Think we are one of the minorities where the few families actually meet up to go round to different houses to bai nian ba. Thus, my mum and the aunts were like discussing what if the older generation passed away, will we still continue this tradition? Will myself &amp; my cousins follow? We shall see by then. Throwing of tissues &amp;amp; orange peel were not part of the day's programme le. Guess, the tradition was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;初一&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034741540849138786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd7-wZY3PGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlYfaqPQS_Y/s320/112_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;初二went to pick up 四姨 and went to 大舅母's place 1st. Driver for the day again. Had McDonald's for lunch. That's the problem with public holidays, especially chinese new year, you will not be able to find coffee shops open. Met up with my other cousins, Eddie &amp; Pei Ching to continue to my 二姨's house to bai nian. Everybody was like so shocked that I've finished my studies in poly. They were like asking, "So having exams now?" or "So having holidays now? When school reopen?" Then I will say I've completed my studies in poly. That's when you can see their eyes &amp;amp; mouth wide open. Dinner at 三姨's place. Haha. and of coz the 2 little "monsters" were there. So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 2 "monsters"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034741231611493458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd7-eZY3PFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/03fZzk9_ALQ/s320/ben+%26+cheryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPAC2GO frens(Diana, Hui Ying, Frankie, Edison, Gerald) came to my place on 初三. Gambled &amp; had pizza for lunch. I lost when I was the banker.. Hmph.. After lunch, edison went to play with my sis car racing. Am sure all of you had heard of the story, "The hare &amp;amp; the tortoise". Well, let's just say Edison was the Hare &amp; my sis was the Tortoise. Went to Diana's house to bai nian &amp;amp; continued to gamble. Yeah.. this time round I started to earn back my lost &amp; won about 4 bucks lor. Proceed off to River Hongbao. It was hot! and nothing much de. waste time go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our clique's gathering on 初四. Went to Huimei, Qunjie, Dear &amp;amp; Tobs' house. Dinner was supposed to be steamboat at Marina but end up KFC at Tobs' place. It was fun. Who knows it might be our last time to gather together with the 8 of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam &amp; Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034746157938982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd8C9JY3PLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/npA_LbDs0Ys/s320/Photo445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Princesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034742674720504946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd7_yZY3PHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xlN9lWTiZN8/s320/PICT0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034743082742398082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd8AKJY3PII/AAAAAAAAAFo/DzIneoTOPr0/s320/PICT0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 of Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034744165074156690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd8BJJY3PJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZiFLNPdDVBI/s320/PICT0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034744650405461154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd8BlZY3PKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LoVTfAqiWU8/s320/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yesterday, did mmit in the morning &amp; went to Hougang to wait for Dear before heading to my place. It was my 1st time at Kovan's Heartland Mall. I was still wondering will I get lost at Kovan coz I was alone. But yep, lucky it was near the MRT station. Dear came to my place to bai nian &amp;amp; mum invited him for steamboat dinner. =) Mum was like keep asking dear if he still can eat &amp; helped to finish the food. And yep, they did it, finished all the food which dad, sis &amp;amp; I couldnt fit them into our stomach. And thanx to my dad for throwing my face during dinner. Have been enjoying my CNY so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-1149659694508342473?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1149659694508342473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=1149659694508342473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1149659694508342473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/1149659694508342473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1149659694508342473' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/Rd7-wZY3PGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlYfaqPQS_Y/s72-c/112_1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713789.post-8602959339393972807</id><published>2007-02-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:35:46.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I'm finally done with all the spring cleaning and doing the decorations. But after clearing that, like so sianz, nothing much to do liao. Back to the "dun-feel-like-doing-anything" mood le. Though there are many things I want to do but you noe, juz the mood isnt there. If I were to start on one, sure will not last long. Today went to pray ah gong in the morning and had lunch at ah ma's place. And since I'm the most free person in the family, mum asked me to go buy bak kua. Off I went to Chinatown and carried 3kg of bak kuas with some other stuffs all the way back to my place. Haha.. And I walked back, didnt take any form of transportation. Was very surprised to see Kevin when reaching Simei. He was on his way to ITE Simei for some high tea. So back home here I am, deciding to blog coz feeling kinda sianz. Dunno why but I just dun feel the mood of chinese new year this year again. That day was talking to dear and we still thought cny is like at least a week later. but no, is this sunday, tml is 除夕. Very fast. Guess I'm too used to cny's tradition of visiting relatives. Is not that we are really going to gather and chit chat. Well, maybe it does for my parents' generation but definitely not ours. Coz we are always in our own world. The most, we just hi-bye, talked only those necessary stuffs. That's for 初一though. 初二should be mum's side and not sure have any gathering at 三姨's house not. If have, den wouldnt be that bad, coz at least I have things to chat with my other cousins. Though age gap wider as compared to my dad's side, maybe coz we grew up together? More close lor. Just like my own gor gor &amp; jie jie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-8602959339393972807?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8602959339393972807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=8602959339393972807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8602959339393972807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/8602959339393972807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8602959339393972807' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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-7713789.post-7581794349278139436</id><published>2007-02-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:08:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been busy packing my room since starting from friday and I haven finished packing it. Still left with my clothes and I'm done....with my room. I still have my toilet &amp; shoes to clean &amp;amp; clear.. Haha.. I'm slow at cleaning coz I'll look thru all e stuffs I had while clearing so take some time u noe. Den still muz plan where to keep the stuffs. This is the 1st time I did spring cleaning to my room since I moved into this house. Coz moved in only in Oct 2004, so the new yr in 2005, nth much to clear. Den last 2006 new yr, too busy with projects &amp; stuffs to do spring cleaning. This year free liao, clear my room &amp;amp; threw away as many things as I could. Only when I did my cleaning then I realised the amount of dust in my room. Flying everywhere. Cleaning wasnt the difficult part, the clearing of stuffs was much more difficult. I always like to keep things...even those 8 days &amp; i-weekly that I always bought in the past, I still keep some &amp;amp; some cut out pictures. But I threw them all. Coz no space plus I dun think I'll want to re look all the pictures &amp; organize them together. As I packed my stuffs, I found certain things such as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031415721310426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMt8OIGF2I/AAAAAAAAADA/rZiKO6ErkDk/s320/09022007334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031416056317876082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMuPuIGF3I/AAAAAAAAADI/1DgEuo_JEnQ/s320/09022007339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My necklaces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031416223821600642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMuZeIGF4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fUlnZz0jGnQ/s320/09022007342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart-shaped necklaces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031416490109573010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMuo-IGF5I/AAAAAAAAADY/XMV7NYYcxc8/s320/09022007343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bracelets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031416979735844770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMvFeIGF6I/AAAAAAAAADg/PDSLcbFu3NU/s320/09022007345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031417203074144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMvSeIGF7I/AAAAAAAAADo/_UdBLGJyDOc/s320/09022007349.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My old pager&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031417855909173202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMv4eIGF9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/sctAsQ8re-c/s320/10022007355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pink hello kitty wrapping paper, wrapped a heart-shaped pillow with hello kitty picture, was given by sam, huimei, karen &amp; germaine when we were in year 1 for my bdae present.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031417529491658690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMvleIGF8I/AAAAAAAAADw/Cnn-I8rMLMQ/s320/10022007356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bdae wishes from my DBA/1B/21 class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031418482974398434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMwc-IGF-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/YF7_gHQobO0/s320/12022007360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My pile of notes when clearing my bookshelves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031418822276814834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMwwuIGF_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/klGhpZAB3CM/s320/12022007358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My bags all over my bed &amp; floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031419127219492866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMxCeIGGAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m73DBxKghug/s320/13022007369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is also Valentine's Day. So Happy Valentines Day to all. Met dear for lunch coz dinner sure crowded de. Caught a movie and had a simple dinner before we headed to Esplanade for a view and rest. Thanx dear for the flower and card. Love them both. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031421966192875538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMznuIGGBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HH44kuzqACQ/s320/14022007379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love ya dear...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7713789-7581794349278139436?l=placeinmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7581794349278139436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7713789&amp;postID=7581794349278139436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7581794349278139436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7713789/posts/default/7581794349278139436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://placeinmyheart.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7581794349278139436' title=''/><author><name>salty princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13232874825140209059</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://bp3.blogger.com/_d2HlBVmke1I/RdMt8OIGF2I/AAAAAAAAADA/rZiKO6ErkDk/s72-c/09022007334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
