<?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-12253740</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:18:28.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess In Her Own Dreamland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2026534854009728992</id><published>2009-07-11T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:10:44.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROM in 2 months</title><content type='html'>Oops it'a a lack of updates again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been so busy with everything! Work, tuition, house hunting... ROM preparations! It's a rare chance to have some time for myself! Work is okay so far, I have completed my training! The rom preparation proves to be a killer. With me, myself and I doing all the work. And I am not the one who wanted the rom. I will prefer customary together with solemnisation. At least, it makes it a special day for me. The day I signed the papers together with ceremonies to traditionally "officialised" the marriage. Well, that dream is never gonna come true. And I have already accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the preparation, venue has been booked, after urging the stupid boy a million times to settle everything with the restaurant manager. JP has also been settled. After I printed the full list of licenced JPs for him and pushed him to do the calling. He complained that he called alot of them who were unavailable before finding our current JP. But from the list I gave him, he found her on the first page, with 6 or 7 crosses of unavailable JP in front. The rest of the pages were blank. You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us had several disagreements with regards to the rom. He thinks there is no need for:&lt;br /&gt;- wedding invites&lt;br /&gt;- wedding favours&lt;br /&gt;- guest book&lt;br /&gt;- march in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the bride will you get annoyed? He don't even care to put it in black and white to let people know that we are getting married. When asked to accompany me to source out for the inivation cards, he gave a black face. Sometimes it makes me wonder if he is really interested in marrying me and making this a happy memorable occasion. At least for me. He don't even care about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants the rom, yet I have to do all the shit work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to:&lt;br /&gt;- find paper and envelopes for the invitation card&lt;br /&gt;- think of wordings on the invitation card&lt;br /&gt;- find the printing&lt;br /&gt;- find ring pillow&lt;br /&gt;- find a reputable and experienced and affordable florist to do up the venue&lt;br /&gt;- discuss with the florist the details. Eg. concept, flowers to be used etc&lt;br /&gt;- find wedding songs to be played on the day&lt;br /&gt;- look out for suitable march in songs&lt;br /&gt;- download these songs&lt;br /&gt;- find nice and affordable favours (I totally got no idea on this one)&lt;br /&gt;- find guestbook&lt;br /&gt;- find a simple and nice angpow cash box&lt;br /&gt;- prepare the guest list&lt;br /&gt;- find nice cute wedding plush toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on for more adhoc stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to call up the restaurant manager to confirm the timing and asked if we can go there an hour earlier to do up the place. I reminded him on at least 3 occasions before he finally called. He said that he will get his buddy to design our invitation card. It's been 2 weeks since there was any news. Our rom is in exactly 2 months. The cards have to be given out at least 3 weeks prior to the rom. so that leaves us only a month. And its only after the design is out I can do the printing. I dunno how long my patience can last before I have to do the work again. The only nice thing he has done for the rom is to get his friend to contact a freelance photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that we are really running out of time. There are so much things to be done and he don't even care about the progression, let alone being a part of it. I am getting so stressed up. I dunno why, but he is always a person who really plans ahead. To do things and be prepared in advance. I dunno why for this biggest day of our lives he chose be behaved otherwise. He can say that he dunno what needs to be done. Well, do I? This is also the first time I am handling all these. I go to forum, I asked around my friends, in order to find out more and how to go about to get things prepared. Why can't he even offer to help? Don't say help, he still wants to oppose me by saying no need for this no need for that. I am going mad soon. I should be enjoying the process of preparation and getting excited as the day draws near. On the contary, I think all the preparations are a hassle and fearing for the day to come as I have not done a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am down with the pre-marriage syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better stop whining. Coz he is bound to see this and get upset with me again. I don even have a space to let out my frustrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months before I have to give up my single status forever to a boy who doesn't even get engaged in the wedding preparation. Haiz... It is so sad to think about that. And it is irreversible. I better try to fill up more forms these 2 months. So that I can tick single in the marital status section. Haha. So much complains and frustruations, but I still love my tintin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2026534854009728992?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2026534854009728992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2026534854009728992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2026534854009728992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2026534854009728992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2026534854009728992' title='ROM in 2 months'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1232112711897911643</id><published>2009-05-29T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:54:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back...</title><content type='html'>Oh... It's so dusty here... hahaha.... I have been so tired everyday that I am neglecting my this little cyber territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update as requested by Ms Sandra. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, my birthday is coming! Whoo hoo! A little sad actually, coz older by one year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rounds of celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow small catching up session with my dearest elle and hwee. Of coz not forgetting my 2 god children! Chloe and little Jun. Jun Jun is an exact replica of his sister! Hwee is finally out of her confinement. I wonder if she will go on a crazy shopping spree tomorrow. It's the GSS somemore!&lt;br /&gt;Next, sun with my hotlinkers! Gonna perm my hair and eat steamboat. Then KTV!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday with my little tintin. He booked a room at Siloso Beach Resort. Haha was supposed to be a hush hush surprise for me... But I accidentally found out and blew up the plan... Not my fault hor!!! As for Tues... I am not sure what programs he has up his sleeves... It better be something nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I feel so fortunate being able to celebrate my birthday with so many friends. At least it goes to show there are so many people who care about me!! Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... As for work.. I am gonna be out of my training ground soon. In another month's time. A little scared and nervous... Hope every branch peeps are as nice as my training branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. that's all for now... My brain isn't working well liao... Somemore tomorrow Sat got to wake up earlier than usual for work. Back soon after my birthday! Muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1232112711897911643?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1232112711897911643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1232112711897911643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1232112711897911643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1232112711897911643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1232112711897911643' title='I am back...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6601425314928800856</id><published>2009-04-20T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:25:03.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! If there are still people visiting this site. Tintin probably, YES I KNOW YOU ARE READING! He likes to track me via this tool, which sometimes I don't really like, coz I can't rant and vent my frustrations freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly in the mood to write, though I am not sure how long this enthusiasm will last me. So pardon if this entry ends abruptly. Means my mood has changed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my new job. Oops. it's career! I have new things to learn everyday. Though daily tasks are routinised, I encounter different situations everyday that enable me to learn and catch up with this industry. I made mistakes though. I think everyday! Well, given my blur nature, it's not surprising. Lolz. Luckily those are rather minor mistakes that can be resolved. I sent my colleague (the helpful and patient colleague guiding me all these while) fainting several times when I told him I made a mistake. Hohoho... All my branch people are the nicest I could ever wish for. Whenever I need help, they are always there to guide me. When I overlooked and made mistakes, they correct me nicely and explain the rationale and consequences of the error. Most importantly, they are willing to teach. Which I really feel I am damn lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I went for a short shopping trip with Wendy over the long weekenfd? It was freaking fun and entertaining la! I think only Wendy can be as siao and hiong as me lor! You know what? We bought one-way ticket to KL. Coz the return ticket is soldout. We bought the coach ticket only 1 hour prior to the departure. Even though there was no return ticket, we still went ahead with the plan as we did not want to back out and dampen our mood the last minute, and we were told that we could purchase the return ticket at KL. So off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach KL at 4am in the morning. 2 girls, with 2 bags, walking along the streets of KL. Lots of touting from the cabbies, but we ignored all of them coz we knew we will get chop badly if we fall prey. But they were so persistant! We walked off hurriedly. Walking along the streets for another 15 minutes, and along the way we got some unwanted attention from passing cars and bikes. For a moment we were both kind of terrified by the thought being such an easy target, we quickly hopped onto a cab. Wendy was damn funny and cute la, she opened the door of the cab and ask how much is the cabfare to our hotel in Malay. So naturally the cab driver answered in Malay. And guess what?? She doesn't understand the reply! Hahaha. The most funny thing is she still can stick out her 10 fingers trying very hard to count 1,2,3 in Malay. The cabbie saw, and said : 1 5 (in English) so we hopped onto it. That incident sent me laughing for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel room was super huge! Nikko Hotel. 5 star hotel! The toilet is the biggest I have seen. I got a shock when I switched on the light and stepped into the bathroom. So shocked that I was stunned for several seconds. And Wendy thought what happened to me. lolz. Absent-minded me forgot to bring the camera! So all photos are with Wendy. She has actually uploaded them into Facebook, just that I am too lazy to save them and upload them here. Hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some rest, and in the morning we headed for their buffet breakfast and off we went shopping! We conquered Sungei Wang Plaza, Lot 10, Berjaya Times Square. We sort of skipped BB Plaza coz it was too boring there. My loot for the day: 1 dress, 2 tops, 1 shorts. Wanted to go Chinatown at night. But... God decided to let it rain. So filled with disappointment, we went back to our hotel room. It was pouring so heavily that if we were to take a cab back to the hotel, confirm also kenna tok. So, the clever us decided to make our way back via train. Wasn't that difficult, just that we had problems identifying which direction to head after we got out ogf the train station. Nonetheless, we made our way back without much problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we wanted to order room service. But the cheapest on the menu was wanton mee. and it freaking cost RM22, not inclusive of taxes and service charge!! Crazy la! So in the end, we decided to walk across the street to the 24hour foodplace. We acted machiam locals there can, without looking at the menu we ordered maggi goreng and milo peng. haha... One plate of noodles and drink only cost RM7.50. ANd it tasted delicious! So delicious that Wendy, whom at first told me she was not very hungry ( I was the one who kept nagging that I was hungry), told me she wasn't very full after gobbling down the whole plate of noodles! After the satisfying supper, we went back to the hotel and watched some lame vampire show until both of us fell asleep. One thing not very good about our room is that the aircon siao siao one. Can be ok at this moment, and after sometime it seemed not functioning and made the room so warm. After a while, ok again! -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, both of us couldn't wake up in time for breakfast. We zonked out till 11 plus, after which we checked out and made our way to KLCC for the last shopping. Totally nothing there nice to buy! We ate A&amp;amp;W. Rootbeer float rocks! And and and, when it was time, we wanted to take a cab to Puduraya, where we were supposed to board our coach back to SG. Now, at every entrance of the shopping mall, it has a huge notice standing firm and strong The notice goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO Taxi Touting!&lt;br /&gt;Please proceed to the taxi stand off Jalan Ampang and always insist on using metered fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so encouraging right? So we proceeded off towards the door and a security guard led us to a chain long of taxis which we presumed was the taxi stand. The cab driver in front of the taxi queue approached us and asked us if we were going to airport. We replied with our destination. He told us RM20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were like HUH??? Thought should be metered fare? We refused and went to the mall's information counter. At the counter, we enquired with the receptionist if that was the taxi stand. She said yes. Then we further asked if there was metered fare. Guess what...&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, with the most apologetic tone and expression, and said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??? Then might as well don't put the stand right??!! What they are performing do not even adhere to the policy! Even the mall's staff who obviously know that touting is not allowed! But they are not doing anything to facilitate the government's advice and policy. Totally absurd and irritating. So, in the end, we walked to te other entrance, bargained with the cabbie driver, and paid RM18 to our destination. But I know we definitely overpaid coz the distance was very near! I was telling Wendy it's even more expensive than the cabfare in SG. But well, nobody is helping the situation, and for our case, we definitely needed the ride! So even we know kenna tok already still LL have to be cheated. Sigh... That is our dear neighbouring country for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gonna sleep! It's getting late. The weather is killing me these few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6601425314928800856?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6601425314928800856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6601425314928800856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6601425314928800856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6601425314928800856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6601425314928800856' title='In the mood'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1897597433882342404</id><published>2009-04-17T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:09:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent craze</title><content type='html'>Ok. A very quick one before I head to the land of dreams. I fucking work at 8am tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so crazily obsessed with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689994450931378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/Seim1U8ZjrI/AAAAAAAABT8/fun4LcxNzks/s320/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more specifically, Edward Cullen. He drives me insane. I was a little skeptical before the purchase of the novel, since this is the first ever novel I initiate to read ever since I was like Sec 2? I was interested to read the novel coz I watched the Twilight movie on the flight back to Singapore from Hongkong. Sad to say, the stupid flight touched down before I got to the climax of the movie. Bah... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book is my life now. So precious that I feel a slight wrenching pain in my heart when I saw slight marking on the corner of the book cover. -_-'''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I am going to sleep, as I try hard to dream of Edward. Haha! It is so amazing, on how I can become so hysterical over somebody who doesn't even exist in this world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night! Loves!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1897597433882342404?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1897597433882342404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1897597433882342404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1897597433882342404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1897597433882342404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1897597433882342404' title='Recent craze'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/Seim1U8ZjrI/AAAAAAAABT8/fun4LcxNzks/s72-c/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7523904563902118250</id><published>2009-03-25T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:31:43.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many many updates!</title><content type='html'>Ha! It's been exactly one month since I last blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me think what's there to be updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hongkong trip was not exactly fun... Sad! The weather there was freezing! I shall list out why is it not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't find any place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought HK is a shopping paradise. But I am not into branded boutiques! I was so desperate to shop that I called Fen from HK just to advise me the shopping places. In the end, I only managed to buy some clothings from the place she recommended! And the saddest thing is I went there on our last night in HK. And I only bought like 3 tops... Disappointed lor. And not to mentioned, I got a super charcoal grumpy face beside me when I desperately trying to find things to buy. Imagine: I was already so hard up for shopping. but I didn't really shop because I was afraid that he got angry! But actually also nothing much there la. just one stretch of street. Ladies street and temple street are only meant for angmohs. -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We can't find anything to eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Taiwan, where we eat whereever we go, HK has nothing to eat! Except for the Itamae Sushi. Whereever we go, it is wantan mee! Wah I almost go crazy there. And, what is a HK trip without dimsum right? But, we combed the whole area near our hotel (Tsimshatshui) and there is NO dimsum shop AT ALL. After searching for almost an hour, we settled for dimsum. At a hotel's restaurant. Double -_-"' Where are those Dim Sum restaurants that I always see in their movies/drama? Fuck leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are damn fucking pissed off by people from a particular irritating country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole world are infested by their people! Yes, infested. Coz they are just like bugs. They think their country big so can talk so loudly like nobody's business is it? A number of times when they talk, me and tintin thought they were having a huge quarrel. But, as we observed their facial expressions, all their detestable face carries a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau talk can talk properly right, there is no need to shout. Not only that, I categorised them as one of the most inconsiderate and brainless people in the world. No space already still keep pushing and squeezing. And I think their eyes grow on top of their heads. When we tried taking photo, they can just walk past into the area like they own the whole bloody place. And lots of annoying stuff that we encountered that it is too much to list down! I reckon them to be uncivilised and uncultured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently not only we had the same thought. Tourists from other countries also think likewise! We were queuing up for cable car ride at Ocean Park. ANd it was pouring badly and the queue was damn long. Those people from that low class country keep inviting their own people within the same tour group to join them. Cut Queue! Totally oblivious to the people queueing behind. Tintin and I were disgusted by such act. And I overheard the tourist behind me saying in Chinese. (Dunno which country he was from, but definitely not from that low class country): Why people from this XXX country behave like that? No wonder they are looked down upon wherever they go. Well said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It was having a heavy downpour on the day we went Ocean Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heavy that all rides were suspended. And the dolphin show was suspended too within minutes of performance coz of the weather. We did not even take a single ride apart from the cable car. Super sianz and waste $$$ and time lor! The rain sure dampened our mood. The only consolation I had was that I saw those cute endangered pandas! They looked so playful and mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks la. But at least we enjoyed each other's company. Any minute spent with my tintin is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my tintin a mini surprise for his birthday! I bluffed him that I did not buy him any present. And he was so gloomy. He realy behaved lie a little boy. And I think I should get an Oscar award for my marvellous acting. hur hur hur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think photos should be up when I have time to on my lappy for transfer. The photos are still stuck in the camera's memory stick. Keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job so far has been ok. Have been attending training classes for the past 2 weeks plus. Today will be my last day and I will have to officially start myself operating on the hands-on. Kind of nervous and scared actually. Especially for the first few days. Oh and especially when I am so blur. Hope everything will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and tintin has bought our wedding band! It's a relatively simple design. And we have been going around so many different brands, and that is the pair we both like best. Though I don't really like the brandname. Well, that is secondary I think. Most important is we like it. Coz we are gonna wear it everyday for the rest of our lives. Bleams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get our house at Pinaccle. Ultimate saddness. we were being informed the day before our selection date that the last unit for Chinese had been taken up. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my tattoo extended on Sunday. I super love it now! But the process almost had me killed. The extension was quite a big one compared to my original tattoo. And towards the end, I almost wanted to give up. In huge relief when it was completed. Stepping out of the premises, I told tintin I had the machiam kenna rape feeling. He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... guess these are the major happenings in my life for the past month. And I really missed my colleagues at D8 to the max! That's all. I am going to sleep. I am a normal person now. No more vampire coz I sleep at 12 plus every night! Night to the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7523904563902118250?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7523904563902118250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7523904563902118250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7523904563902118250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7523904563902118250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7523904563902118250' title='Many many updates!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7032430920301253697</id><published>2009-02-24T03:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:26:26.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitations</title><content type='html'>I have received 2 invitations these few days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope not wedding invitations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But coincidentally, both invitations are from our ah gong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good one bad. In fact, one is extremely good one is extremely bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the bad one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad handed me this just now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306075042377208354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SaL3I2R1kiI/AAAAAAAABTU/7d71j1FKOMw/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like... DAMN I FINALLY KENNA LIAO!! AFTER SIAM-ING IT FOR SO LONG!!! Actually last year I was praying and hoping that I don't kenna... This year no where to siam liao... SIANZ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306074353831965570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SaL2gxP284I/AAAAAAAABS8/vemVl3zYeYA/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The letter states that I am invited... Then can I choose not to RSVP??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon receival of the "compulsory invitation" I kept nagging and nagging... Till my dad said: 哎呀，你的最多几百块而已。。I exclaimed: 哇！几百块不是钱啊！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad -_-'''...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now coming to the good news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306074346454250178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SaL2gVw38sI/AAAAAAAABS0/Epnj68FDsS0/s320/DSC00141(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306075533999458402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SaL3ldttyGI/AAAAAAAABTs/FWVzsO3MYJc/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are invited to select our flat!!! Yeah!!! Actually this happen so out of the blue. We applied for the balloting exercise in September last year, and we actually got a letter from HDB that our queue number far exceeds the available number of units and thus we were not invited to select the flat... The total available units were 300+... And our number is 700+!!! Was kind of disappointed that time... But we knew that chances of us getting was quite low even when we were applying. There was a total number of 1200+ applications!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now least expectedly, they sent us an invitation letter setting the appointed date &amp;amp; time, together with the brochure to select a unit! Must be either alot of people apply for fun that time, or, people are not selecting the units coz it's way too highly priced during this economic slump. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the layout, floor plan.. Everything to me now still seems so unreal! But I am damn excited! Actually those better units were all taken up already... Like those on the 30+, 40+ level... Those facing the park, corner units... All gone. But to us, we can get a unit there very happy already! Though we are likely to be the last few given a chance to select. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep harping on the fact that the invitation letter states that since our queue number exceeds the number of units available, whether we can select a unit or not depends on the availability when out turn is due. I am so afraid that all units have been taken up when it's our turn. But tintin said since they bother to send us the brochures and stuff, likely that we can select.. It's only a matter of what units are left... Maybe those not so good units.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I can get a unit in The Pinnacle. I will be living in a condo look alike award winning HDB design by a private developer, in the CBD area. Damn shiok! I am so looking forward! Expected completion date is 4th quarter this year, just in time for us to move in after our ROM. The timing cannot be anything better. I can't believe this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly so looking forward to my life now. I am so pleased with the new changes to my life. New job awaiting for me, tying the knot with my sweet little tintin, and arrival of our new dream love nest. This year is gonna mark alot of changes in my life. All for the better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although air tickets to Hongkong have been booked way back, I had no excitement that I am going on a holiday trip. Coz it seemed still far way... Days passed and on Saturday, it suddenly dawned upon me that I am going Hongkong in less than a week! And I still have yet to settle the Macau accomodation! Got excited and gan cheong at the same time, and faster diligently book the hotel. I am going Hongkong this coming Friday! 3 days more only! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not packed a single piece of my luaggage and I seriously have no idea what to bring for the cold weather there! Not that cold actually... About 20 degrees... Somemore I have tuitions for 2 afternoons. Totally no time to pack! I am so going to be niam by tintin soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, our flat selection date is on the day we came back from our trip. So 真不巧！We are arriving at night. No choice, the flight cannot be changed as we booked it on a special promotion. So gotta authorised someone to choose the unit on our behalf. My dad said he will check tomorrow if he can take leave that day. I have already written a list of our choice units in order of preference. Hope we get to select those units. If not, we will have to be frizzy frenzy in a total loss at Hongkong. As we are likely to be unable to come up with quick alternative plans. Hoping for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My life is full of coming checkpoint changes. I love it!!!&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/12253740-7032430920301253697?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7032430920301253697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7032430920301253697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7032430920301253697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7032430920301253697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7032430920301253697' title='Invitations'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SaL3I2R1kiI/AAAAAAAABTU/7d71j1FKOMw/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-377485771601819562</id><published>2009-02-22T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:13:24.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some shoutout</title><content type='html'>Surprise!!! I came home early today. And ate dinner with my lovely parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I read the newspaper... Yeah I read the papers!! I came across this article that I would like to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article, I copied and paste it from &lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/"&gt;todayonline&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;All in a day’s work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides catching criminals, policemen have to learn how to capture snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teo Xuanwei &lt;a href="mailto:xuanwei@mediacorp.com.sg"&gt;xuanwei@mediacorp.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE’S trained to chase after the bad guys but Staff Sergeant Juraimi Mohd Amin joked that he and &lt;strong&gt;his colleagues have become experts at catching snakes and coaxing stranded cats down from trees&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Just minutes earlier, shortly after 8pm on Thursday, SS Juraimi and his partner, Station Inspector Bernard Koh, had responded to yet another emergency call — about a fallen tree branch on Bukit Purmei Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.When they arrived at the scene, the two officers moved the branch inward to ensure that it would not cause obstruction on the road — and then continued with their vehicular patrol.&lt;br /&gt;.While maintaining law and order remains their fundamental mission, Singapore’s police officers like SI Koh and SS Juraimi have been forced to become Jacks of All Trades by default — a fact that this reporter can vouch for after tagging along with a police patrol in two 12-hour shifts on Wednesday and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.It was the first time that the media had been allowed to be embedded in a Neighbourhood Police Centre Officer’s (NPCO) tour of duty for a glimpse of a day in the life of the men and women in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.My short stints with the two officers from the Central Police Division revealed that police work these days is not all about high-speed car chases or nabbing hardcore criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Sure, there were “thrilling” incidents like a stabbing, a foreign domestic helper who fell from some six storeys and arrests of suspected drug abusers near the busy Raffles City shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.But there were also mundane complaints of noise pollution (“Someone is making a lot of noise at the playground”); a case of someone being stuck in a lift and a couple of non-cases, where the subjects were not found or the complainants’ descriptions were exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.As we trawled the back alleys within the Ann Siang Hill area and the Boat Quay nightspot belt, SI Koh, 36, told Weekend Xtra: “In the past, a police officer was seen as someone of authority, whom people are maybe afraid of. But things are much different now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;Now, people are calling the police to deal with matters which fall outside of their core policing duties&lt;/strong&gt; — and the police officer ends up having to wear many other hats, such as that of a counsellor and mediator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Of course, there are moments when wearing one of these hats makes the policeman’s job even more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.SI Koh described his most memorable case in his 18 years with the police force as the one when he had to don a counsellor’s hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The case involved a woman who called for police assistance after her drunk husband started “causing trouble at home”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.SI Koh recalled: “He was very uncooperative when we first arrived, taunting us to bring him back to the station. The kids were all hiding in the room and the wife was quite upset. But we managed to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.“Defusing this domestic dispute was more satisfying than any arrests I had made because I really felt that I had helped that family,” he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Marital disputes aside, &lt;strong&gt;police officers have also been asked to play peacemaker between warring neighbours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.“We cannot take sides or believe all the allegations both parties make,” said SS Juraimi, 30. “There’s nothing much the police can do if no crime has been committed, but we have to do everything to keep the peace.”&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;STRAIN ON RESOURCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Earlier this month, Second Minister for Home Affairs K Shanmugam told Parliament that &lt;strong&gt;three out of every five “999” calls last year were regarding matters where there was no imminent threat to life or property. Such non-urgent matters are placing a considerable strain on police resources,&lt;/strong&gt; he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Indeed, nearly half of all the calls SI Koh and SS Juraimi handled on Wednesday and Thursday were non-urgent cases — common on a typical day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Although the two men have no complaints about having to help members of the public in every imaginable situation, they do wish that they have more time to fulfil their core duty: Preventing and deterring crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Chatting with Weekend Xtra at 5am on Friday — when the streets were quiet,SS Juraimi said: “When we are heavily engaged — attending to non-urgent cases — we have less time to do our routine, core policing. This creates an opportunity for real, major crimes, such as housebreaking, to happen elsewhere at the same time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.However, they conceded that a few of these seemingly mundane complaints sometimes turned out to be genuine concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.For instance, when the officers attended to a “noise pollution” message in the wee hours on Friday, they ended up averting a potential clash between a group of 13 disgruntled foreign workers who had confronted their agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Twelve-hour shifts are “not enough for us to do all our jobs”, SI Koh added.&lt;br /&gt;.This is because much of a policeman’s job is to foil would-be criminals’ plans to commit crimes, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.To do that, officers try to squeeze in as much time as possible, conducting pro-active patrols to project a strong police presence. Occasionally, they also chance upon suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.On Wednesday, for example, the duo managed to spot and nab a suspected illegal immigrant during one of their routine foot patrols at the People’s Park Complex Food Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.In addition, the police also initiate community projects to wipe out niggling neighbourhood problems, SS Juraimi pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.For example, officers will rope in Residents’ Committee members to visit areas that are prone to break-ins to offer advice on preventive measures. Or, they visit schools to warn students against joining gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Even when all that is done, the policemen still need to beef up their knowledge and skills in other areas that are essential to their jobs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Among them: Attending classes conducted by zookeepers on how to capture snakes of the reptilian, not human kind. WEEKENDVTRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, our policeman is a man of all trades. To put in bluntly, all shit jobs also bao ga liao... So poor thing. Worse still, some people like to call "999" for the most absurd reasons that normal human being won't understand. "999" is for emergency. Not for some ringing alarms that rang at 6am and disturbing your sleep . Come on, alarm going off at 6am is perfectly normal! Let's channel our policemen to more important and life threatening calls for help. You cannot imagine how busy our policemen are. One 12-hour shift only eat one meal, and go toilet 2, 3 times. Somemore is tahan until cannot tahan run to toilet kind. After the hectic 12-hour shift, reached home wash up and zonked out for the next 13 hour or so. Too tired. Does the public see that? Everyday only know how to complain complain. They slog like dogs everyday you know. Wait. Even worse than dogs. My elmo doesn't lead such a tough life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they slog so hard because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some retard monkeys climb up the roof and refuse to come down. (I witness it at ECP and police were called).&lt;br /&gt;Some irritating fuckers buay song their neighbours' properties being placed slightly near to their doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;Some stray cats flighting in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bo liao right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what someone tell me. Police - An extrodinary career.&lt;br /&gt;Very true. Extra job ordinary pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop making our policemen so busy that they don't have time to eat!!! They are also human beings trying to earn a living to feed their families too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-377485771601819562?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/377485771601819562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=377485771601819562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/377485771601819562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/377485771601819562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#377485771601819562' title='Some shoutout'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5031262373153939559</id><published>2009-02-18T02:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:14:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back with some overdue CNY photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831473645581986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr-n9cudqI/AAAAAAAABQ8/r_ON9ybYSZk/s320/DSC01634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831478196167106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr-oOZq4cI/AAAAAAAABRE/7jC-FZKVZDE/s320/DSC01647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831478285381426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr-oOu8LzI/AAAAAAAABRM/J6hQsXTNjtU/s320/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" /&gt; To everybody, this is a diamond ring. To tintin, this is his work bonus... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832865843751538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr_4_yoqnI/AAAAAAAABR0/NGRuD8hcmtk/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831482740869986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr-ofVNi2I/AAAAAAAABRU/UAc5J5q-hFo/s320/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832290035008178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr_XevIgrI/AAAAAAAABRs/u5bI8Rfq1is/s320/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303832285669506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr_XOeUPTI/AAAAAAAABRk/Nl9PYnoE3vM/s320/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303833818667753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZsAwdVlH8I/AAAAAAAABR8/WDxpXBwb4W8/s320/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303833819668054562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZsAwhEEgiI/AAAAAAAABSE/5Z4n5lBEwhQ/s320/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303833828092998498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZsAxAcu82I/AAAAAAAABSM/boqkYSMsIGg/s320/DSC01715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tintin and his IDG had the annual chalet at Aranda Country Club over the last weekend. Tintin surprised me with a bouquet of sunflowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZsCdMaObAI/AAAAAAAABSU/Q3BdbugtZVk/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303835686729575426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZsCdMaObAI/AAAAAAAABSU/Q3BdbugtZVk/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was really surprised by the flowers as he already told me not to expect any flowers as he had just given me a huge bouquet of 108 roses... He just suddenly popped out of the door with the sunflowers the minute I stepped into the chalet. My sweet little tintin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent the whole valentine's day gambling away with the IDG, from si ki pit to mahjong to blackjack. Both me and tintin lost several hundred bucks!! Boo hoo... Both of us agreed it's not a gambling year for us 赌什么输什么！！！Luckily I still won 60 bucks from mj to cover the losses...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday, we went Central Mall for dinner. I finally had the ramen soup I have been craving for months!!! But, 2 ramen and 1 plate of gyoza cost tintin $46... But the soup base is superb!!! After dinner, we went over to Clark Quay for some dessert and coffee. Then Tintin drove me to Labrador Park where we stood by the railings to enjoy the sea breeze and each other's company. Ok la, Tintin sort of make it up for our vday celebrations. He is a very sweet boy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday, we brought Elmo boy to Sentosa!! I am lazy to upload the photos as they are still in my camera's memory stick. After we sent the boy back, we went Vivo for shabu shabu! My treat coz I promised!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303838369318906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZsE5V1XKJI/AAAAAAAABSc/dX8frZxg8ks/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The meal cost me $100... But the charcoal grilled food are fantastic! Esp the pork belly... Yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have got good news!!! I have finally (yes FINALLY) got myself a new job in a local bank! I went for the first round of interview with the HR, and 2nd interview with the zone manager the following week. I was informed that they will let me know the result within a week. So anxiously, I waited. I was so nervous for my 2nd interview that I could not sleep! But surprisingly, they did not posed me any difficult questions that I have already prepared myself for. I would say that it was like a breeze!!! Maybe I was lucky that my interviewers are all nice people. I will be starting work right after my Hongkong trip. And seems like everything just falls in time nicely for me! I am so pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally grinning from ear to ear when the HR called me to say that I am being selected. I have already tendered my resignation with my current employer, which franky speaking it's a tough choice that I have to make. I love my colleagues, I have a wonderful boss. But I have to leave them. I did not expect this to be such a difficult struggle of emotions, the amount of guilt that I was carrying when I gave my boss the letter and he sighed. I can't bear to leave my colleagues, we curse and swear at people who make things difficult for us, we gossip and laugh at people, we play games together, supper together, chat about anything under the sun. I am having a mixed feeling now, I can't bear to leave and I can't wait to leave. Haha.. I can't wait to leave coz I have enough of those difficult customers making my day like hell, and of coz I am looking forward to my new job. There are so much things on hand that I have to clear up, and I gave a just nice 2 weeks notice, after which I will go for my Hongkong trip (see, the timing just falls in place so nicely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the torn feelings that I am facing now, congratulate me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already signed the appointment letter today. Although the job scope is not exactly what I am looking for, but at least I feel that it is a start off place for me and I feel pretty comfortable with the job scope. I believe I can progress from there. Well, this is gonna be my career! Damn excited! I am also so excited thatI have permanent Sunday off!!! Whoo hoo!!! Saturday mahjong, come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I feel that it is very strange that I am able to get a new job during this time of bad economy. So many talks of retrenchment, paycut, voluntary no payleave etc. So scary. A few months back, I wasn't in any hope that I will be able to find a new job this year, will be just contented being able to remain on my current job ( at least I have no worry or fear of being retrench in my current company). When the economy was good, I submitted countless of applications and NONE got back to me. Like I always feel, if I am given a chance to present myself in a job interview, I am rather confident that I can get the job. But none even bother to call me up, making me so depressed at certain period of time. Now that the world economy is so bad, I manage to land myself with a job in an industry that I have always want to join! This is so unexplainable la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for my new job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5031262373153939559?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5031262373153939559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5031262373153939559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5031262373153939559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5031262373153939559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5031262373153939559' title='A new chapter of my life'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SZr-n9cudqI/AAAAAAAABQ8/r_ON9ybYSZk/s72-c/DSC01634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1873407607219382240</id><published>2009-01-27T05:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:28:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>恭喜发财！！！</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Lunar New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone collected alot of angbaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for me though, coz I don't have much relatives. I only got relatives from my mum's side. Well, used to it anyway, since young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been uberly lazy to do something to this little space. Loads of my time goes to Pet Society on Facebook. I think probably 80% of my time, deducting away my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some little updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My little tintin went down on his knees and I agreed! Yay! I accepted the ring though I did not want to initially. Coz he bribed my besties to brainwash me. Before Noelle went off, she still nervously whispered into my ear to warn me not to return him the ring. Hahaha... She said he will be damn sad! I knew that too la... So.. well... I am just too prideful, stubborn and egoistic. But still, I know that he has already tried his best to get whatever he can for me. And I really appreciate his gesture. I know he loves and dotes me the most. Always give in to my nonsense, and tahan my clumsyness. I also love him very very much one you know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I am still not Mrs Chan YET. Please do not call me that title. Frankly speaking, I don't like it. I am still taking my dad's surname as long as I have not signed on the papers. Does not mean that he proposed and I am already Mrs Chan. By law, I am not. I cannot be so 随随便便 to be Mrs Chan. So please please please please please... Don't call me Mrs Chan. Save that after we have at least solemnised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are going to Hongkong and Macau end February. Air tickets and hotel for Hongkong have been booked and confirmed. I am still choosing on the Macau accomodation. SIA ticket is so cheap!!! We only bought it for $399 return including taxes. Very happy. I think it's gonna be quite cold there. So we better prepare thicker clothings. I can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought a Burberry bag and an Agnes B cardholder. Hee hee. Partly for the new year. It's not too expensive, and I have not bought myself a nice bag for so long.. Tintin did not stop me and give me black face for buying the bag somemore! Whoo!!! It costs me my half month bonus. =( As for the cardholder, my current Dior holder is already nua until cannot make it already. Using it for more than 2 years, so it's time for a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am pretty packed for the new year. Later probably going Siew Hui's house for visiting, followed by tintin's parents, and evening going Crix's there for visiting(more to gambling actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday will be heading to my BZ's place in the afternoon, and to Lao Goh's place (tintin's closest colleague). I want to see his new born son!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday will be saved for Noelle's place. Gathering and gambling again! Maybe trying to sqeeze some time for Tintin's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday likely to bring that naughty boy out. I haven't seen him for so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday going to tintin's place with his IDG. Gonna spend the whole afternoon there. With them around, confirm gamble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, company dinner cum hengkang. Afternoon still have to go office for lion dance... And my colleagues also confirm gamble one! Faints...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. START WORK LIAO!!! SIBEI SIANZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am gonna catch some sleep. I can foresee that Hui is gonna disrupt my sleep to call me in the morning. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1873407607219382240?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1873407607219382240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1873407607219382240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1873407607219382240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1873407607219382240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1873407607219382240' title='恭喜发财！！！'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1658777444400349473</id><published>2009-01-07T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T04:34:26.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see!</title><content type='html'>Hee hee... yesterday kenna say by my tintin.. He commented that he is sick and tired of seeing the same Holiday Inn pic everytime... Very long never post le! Coz I am lazy, and I am seriously addicted to Pet society on Facebook! It's taking up most of my time... tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin did not spend Xmas eve and New Year's eve with me though I had so many day offs. =(&lt;br /&gt;I am used to it.  That is the price you have to pay for being together with a government's slave. More Xmas eves and New year's eves to spend without him in the future. Unless he strikes Toto. which the probability is like 0.00000001%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have my own life. If not guess I would have spent the eves at home counting down together with the beetles and ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas eve was spent at East Coast Park with my dearest fun loving Hotlink!! We had potluck for lunch and went to the food centre for our dinner. Played arcade and some games inside the tent, and proceeded for Mac breakfast. Hotcakes... Slurp! Then I continued cycling with my sis and Ken, and fell asleep at 7 plus in the morning. Woke up at 12 plus, had lunch, and the whole team played games on he beach. We had so much fun! Hur hur... But I lazy to post the pic la! Too many!! Can see them on my facebook instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for New Year... I played overnight mahjong at Elle's place, went home to sleep for 5 hours, and off to Rasa Sentosa with my Hotlink again! Sophia put us aeroplane! We spent time in the hotel playing games... Heart attack, Murderer, Indian poker, Jenga... And Blind Cat. Blind Cat was super exciting! The next day, tintin came to find me!!! After checking out the hotel, we went around exploring Sentosa. We had a ride at Luge! Though this has been around for a few years, it's my first ride! Pretty fun, but ex. Oh well... Singapore... What do you expect? Then we went to the butterfly and bug exhibition. So many interesting speciments there. And I had fun talking to hens and rooster. Yeah only one rooster. We left Sentosa for Vivo in the evening, had dinner and went home. Super tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Hotlink outing will be the reunion dinner! Haha... We are like a family.. Should start thinking where to eat. Coz Hotlink is an eating club. Haha... We can just eat and eat everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward to CNY!! I have bought a pair of jeans, a red top, and a black dress! I need a nice stocking and should I buy a new bag??? Aiming for Burberry.. Haha.. I can't stop spending man... I need my bonus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CNY will start looking forward to Valentine's Day with my cute little Tintin... And after that will be our Hongkong trip! But trip still in the planning stage la. Wanted to go Taiwan at first.. But called off due to some sudden changes... Hongkong should be nice too, I have not went there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super hungry now! Ate a super huge packet of Malay rice 10 hours ago. That was my only meal of the day.. Should I cook noodles now? I wanted to slim down for the CNY... Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1658777444400349473?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1658777444400349473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1658777444400349473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1658777444400349473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1658777444400349473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#1658777444400349473' title='Long time no see!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6423839944506618528</id><published>2008-12-02T04:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:46:55.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ok!!</title><content type='html'>*waves Hey peeps! I am still alive!! Safe and sound back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have taken the morning flight back home last Tuesday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not I would have returned via jerky bus rides or from some ulu pandan airport call U-tabao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip was fun with my dear Hotlink, except that my poor dearie fell ill the last day. The trip whizzed past too fast! I shopped like a mad woman on the last day, coz I didn't really buy much things the first 2 days. I spend like 3,000 baht, or maybe more, on that day(2,000 baht gone in less than an hour). And my loot was so heavy that Brother Ken had to carry for me. Hur hur. Pratunam! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from shopping, we went clubbing at Santika. Tintin's recommendation. The band was awesome! That's the place where Ken became my brother. But I forgot how it came about, haha. I am quite lazy to elaborate, but I shall put up some nice photos for viewing. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRIGyG2LmI/AAAAAAAABJM/jquwIZu9SYI/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920344924597858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRIGyG2LmI/AAAAAAAABJM/jquwIZu9SYI/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRIGl3GwXI/AAAAAAAABJE/0hz07NuKSjU/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920341637349746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRIGl3GwXI/AAAAAAAABJE/0hz07NuKSjU/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRIGM8QaXI/AAAAAAAABI8/p_E5BipRrbg/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274920334948067698" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRN-_orYsI/AAAAAAAABL8/oADJy1aRtX4/s320/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274926802914525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRN-r_oQqI/AAAAAAAABL0/4LfMGoZezKs/s320/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274926793262959698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRN-IChDFI/AAAAAAAABLs/zQTZDneFU6k/s320/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274926788383476882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRN913KDJI/AAAAAAAABLk/MmNHLJa_IWw/s320/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRN9o2h_tI/AAAAAAAABLc/peMrAGDuluU/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274926784891190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRN9o2h_tI/AAAAAAAABLc/peMrAGDuluU/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the night before we left, BZ and Ken went for the Thai show, due to some dumb communication with the manicure shop there, the shop we were supposed to visit was closed after our dinner, and ladyboss, dearie and me went back to the hotel. Ladyboss and me die die want to do our nails even though it was already 9plus at night, and we 2 girls crossed the road opposite the hotel to take a cab and headed to Suanlum night market. Painting plus nail art - SGD4.30 for both hands. Fucking cheap can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went BKK with a limpy bag, that slant sideways anytime. Back to SG with it packed fully with happy loot. Super satisfied. But it would have been better if I had more time to shop during the first 2 days. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had one of the worst diarrhoea of my life on Friday night. One hour after supper at Coffeeclub, my stomach began to engage in a war of its own. Tortured me for the next 5 hours. The pain came for awhile and stopped. And I ran to the toilet like every half an hour. When the pain came, it was so unbearable that I curled up like a ball and whined, kept telling tintin that I am going to die soon. Haha, logically speaking, I don't think anyone can die from the pain of diarrhoea, but I really felt so at that point in time. Tintin made me swallowed 2 charcoal pills, and I managed to fall asleep during the interval where my stomach rested amidst the war, after like running to the toilet for help at least 3 times since I laid on the bed trying to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly suspect the seafood I ate at Coffeeclub. And I don't think I have the courage to patronise them again. The risk of after effect send me shudders. Saturday I rushed home after work, and behaved like a little girl in front of my parents. Mum cooked porridge for me, but I had no appetite and she cooked a huge bowl for me! Claiming that I must eat more since I had ate nothing for the whole day. I refused and she resorted to feeding me. I kept nagging that I cannot finished, until my father told my mum I cannot finish then dun keep forcing me. Haha. After dinner I sprawled on the sofa like one half dead fish, and my dad fed me dunno what medicine, got 2 or 3 types. I just opened my mouth and swallowed them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell asleep on the sofa from 9 till midnight, then woke up watched TV, on and off dozed off, and my dad woke up from the middle of his sleep, see me hide under the blanket given such humid weather, suspect I fever, took my temperature and Bingo! Fever's on too! So, he stuffed me with fever medicine and asked me to sleep in my bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt alot better on Sunday, though still a little giddy. Went to work as normal and went for Ladyboss' birthday celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kind of sleepy now. Birthday photos up next entry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/12253740-6423839944506618528?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6423839944506618528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6423839944506618528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6423839944506618528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6423839944506618528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6423839944506618528' title='I am ok!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/STRIGyG2LmI/AAAAAAAABJM/jquwIZu9SYI/s72-c/DSC01237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-9115030861410318745</id><published>2008-11-20T02:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:43:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some rare photos</title><content type='html'>Tintin brought me to town for walk walk, today. As I was craving for dim sum buffet, we went to this Imperial Treasure Nan Bei Restaurant at Taka. Got dim sum but no buffet. My naughty boy calls is Nabei Restaurant. Very cheeky right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered lots of dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRi8EY_xrI/AAAAAAAABH0/Aw27MAALtDM/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270446248040580786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRi8EY_xrI/AAAAAAAABH0/Aw27MAALtDM/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually got 2 more plates. But eat finish they clear already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking at the rate he is pampering me, how to not get fat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he claimed that he was considering what to eat next when I took this pic, ya, digging his teeth his his finger. So unsightly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some photos when we took elmo boy out think one month plus back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksp5fE7I/AAAAAAAABIc/B8vUUOdYtg8/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270448182254310322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksp5fE7I/AAAAAAAABIc/B8vUUOdYtg8/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't focus on me coz I look hideous here. Shift your attention to the cute boy who is kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRkr7mQyEI/AAAAAAAABH8/BQYX1cEI5jM/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270448169825650754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRkr7mQyEI/AAAAAAAABH8/BQYX1cEI5jM/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute!! oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksX7jAKI/AAAAAAAABIU/kbz3v6BrqLo/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270448177431117986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksX7jAKI/AAAAAAAABIU/kbz3v6BrqLo/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is sianz coz we put him behind. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksOHoC2I/AAAAAAAABIM/sc8afG_lSqw/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270448174797425506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksOHoC2I/AAAAAAAABIM/sc8afG_lSqw/s320/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so alert that he noticed tintin coming back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksIf3ZlI/AAAAAAAABIE/-WuOkwoaMhI/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270448173288482386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRksIf3ZlI/AAAAAAAABIE/-WuOkwoaMhI/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking outside for the sight of tintin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a sweet boy la. Love him so much. But... He listens to tintin more than me. Kns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random photo of me weeks after I cut my hair. Didn't cut the length. But the hair trimmed until so layered that I look as if I put on extensions. Haha. But I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRmMQgU-1I/AAAAAAAABIs/CIyHvYW1Nk4/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270449824705346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRmMQgU-1I/AAAAAAAABIs/CIyHvYW1Nk4/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stupid tintin say my hair long until can be like Ayumi. Use the hair to cover the breast. Damn him la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRpx_D3JJI/AAAAAAAABI0/x0XGPgzqmBw/s1600-h/Ayumi%20Hamasaki14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270453771392459922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRpx_D3JJI/AAAAAAAABI0/x0XGPgzqmBw/s320/Ayumi%2520Hamasaki14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is such an irritating ass. But I am gonna miss him for the few days that I am not around. This boy already has his itinerary planned during my absence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sat: Attend Denzil and Ailin's 10 year celebration at Sentosa villa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun: Attend a Malay wedding. I dunno who. He has too many friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mon: Maybe mahjong session or drinking session or talk cock session with his friends. &lt;p&gt;Tues: I will be back but he is on night shift. &lt;p&gt;Wed: First off but I won't be meeting him coz he thur morning got in service. &lt;p&gt;Thur: Second off. Not meeting. And he got extra duty after the in service. &lt;p&gt;So, I will only meet him next Fri. I dunno if I can survive through this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-9115030861410318745?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/9115030861410318745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=9115030861410318745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/9115030861410318745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/9115030861410318745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#9115030861410318745' title='Some rare photos'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SSRi8EY_xrI/AAAAAAAABH0/Aw27MAALtDM/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-4293495709001325453</id><published>2008-11-19T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:38:47.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days</title><content type='html'>My dear tintin is dead asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he is going to bring me out to town before my work tomorrow. Yeah. Hopefully I can wake up. I want to eat dim sum buffet. I wonder why he suddenly have this idea, coz I always zonked out in lala land till 3 plus, then prepare for work. Hee... so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahan 3 more days to Bangkok. I am so excited!! I am going to shop till I drop. I am going to buy lots and lots of tops(tunics, off shoulder, thin cardis or jackets for layering), accessories, leggings/slacks, shorts... blah and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food!! Steamboat cum bbq, bird nest, Greyhound cafe here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to sleep early, if not cannot wake up for pat tor. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-4293495709001325453?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/4293495709001325453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=4293495709001325453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4293495709001325453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4293495709001325453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4293495709001325453' title='3 more days'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2296142836201560118</id><published>2008-11-14T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:07:12.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my sweet sweet baby boy</title><content type='html'>I am an extremely elated girl today. I shall tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my tintin boy told me we will have to spend more time at home because this month he had overspent already. Sad lor, but have to abide lor. And he even attempted to make me pay for our supper at Coffeeclub. #&amp;amp;%O(&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, met him at Marina Square, coz he wanted to buy Crocs shoes. Reason for the purchase being, the shoes come in handy when he rides bike especially during cranky weathers like now. He tried it on and damn comfortable. In my heart, I was already wondering: Eh? I thought he no money already? How come still so generous to splurge a pair of shoes on himself? Last week he bought one pair of jeans at Topman he kpkb already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise came, when, he asked whether I want to get a pair for myself also he will pay, coz damn comfortable. I was so shocked. Coz he is SELDOM so generous one. I tried on a pair, but think I will not wear it so frequently, and didn't want to waste his money. So I rejected his offer. So dumb right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shoe purchase, he die die want to eat international buffet at Pariss. But I was on a diet, so I suggested eating lighter food. He said he felt like eating something better like restaurant food. By then I cannot contain the question marks going around my head, so I asked: Eh I thought you say you no money overspend already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: Oh coz this month I get bonus. Got extra XXXX sum of money.&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He super song lor. Last month bonus, this month bonus again. Though the amount of not jaw dropping, but at least better than nothing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him with slight disappointment: Hiya! Then I should have bought the Crocs.&lt;br /&gt;He scolded me CB. Lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he got his pay and went down to withdraw money. I was happily playing the computer when he passed me two fifty dollars. FOR MY UPCOMING BANGKOK TRIP. Super high can. He gave me money for shopping leh. First time after I know him for so long. Then, another fifty dollar for Elmo's expenses, which I've already paid for so it will also be contributed to my BKK shopping fund, and a few ten dollars for the Four faced Bhudda donation. The feeling really sibei shiok lor. Machiam hubby give money for nothing. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to some people the money may not be much la, but to tintin, it is not a normal thing that he will do, coz he always think shopping is a waste of money. And being a person who is very careful with money to make sure that they are put to good use, the $150 means alot! Haha. Normally he buys apparels for himself above $50 he very 不舍得 already. And he is willing to give me $150 for pure shopping and fun. I feel so loved you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 2 days ago he did mentioned that he wanted to give me $$$ for my trip, but I 当他在放屁 and brushed it aside. 没想到he really 当真! I am ubberly shocked and happy la. I still remember when he passed me the money I was in disbelief that I held the money in my hand and look at him, stoned for a few seconds, and asked him why?? Then he said dun wan can return him. It's only from that moment I really believe that he IS giving me money and of coz quickly agreed and keep the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tintin is very very nice. And I love him so much!!&lt;br /&gt;( I am so happy not because of the money he gave, it's such a gesture is really very 难得 of him and it was the least I expected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However baby boy, no matter how much money you give, visa application to Thailand without me as a travel party is still PERMANENTLY banned!!! I do not accept bribery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2296142836201560118?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2296142836201560118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2296142836201560118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2296142836201560118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2296142836201560118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2296142836201560118' title='I love my sweet sweet baby boy'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5707261102641006011</id><published>2008-11-10T04:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:20:48.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal attempt</title><content type='html'>For the past week I have been feeling easily irritated, grouchy, and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am on a diet... Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only eat one meal a day, and if possible as bland as possible. Sometimes, I feel that I am going to faint anytime under the hot sun. All these for the sake of a flatter tummy, and slimmer arms. I can't stand myself getting more and more bloated day by day. It totally disgusts me. Therefore I vowed for a change! I must succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BZ they all were so mean. Wanted to bet how long I can last. Coz they are so sure that I can't persevere. So is Tintin. When I told him I am on a diet, he gave me a bo chup smile. So angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna prove them wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my efforts of starving myself works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, one meal a day plus exercises, I dunno if I have the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am so giddy now and I feel like vomitting. So I better go to bed. My last meal was 13 hours ago. An unfinished packet of chicken rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5707261102641006011?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5707261102641006011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5707261102641006011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5707261102641006011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5707261102641006011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5707261102641006011' title='Suicidal attempt'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7821371918531514642</id><published>2008-11-02T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:51:34.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tintin boy</title><content type='html'>Saturday night and Tintin boy is on night shift. *grumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am gonna talk about this Tintin boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that marks my 29 months with him. The past 29 months was embraced with nonsense and laughters, outlay with a little tears and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin never fails to brighten up my day. With his lame jokes and funny actions. He has led his life as a joker for the past 26 years. Never feel bored whenever hanging out with him. Of coz at times he gets so irritating that it gets on your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk and confide with him about anything under the sun. I grumble, I complain, I whine, I nag. Whenever I meet things that trouble me or made me ponder, I will share with him. When my friends are in trouble, I will also share with him, and he without fail takes effort, not only to lend a listening ear, but also give his two cents worth of thoughts and opinions, and also advices. All these comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friends are down or unhappy, he takes on my behalf to spend time with my girlies, calm them down and always give a new perspective to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always know when I am not happy or feeling a little moody. I also dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always give in to me. Most people around us can tell. I am the bratty one. I win most of the time when we have different cravings for dinner. I force him not to go hongkong cafe for supper coz I don't find the food nice. He always tries to keep himself awake to accompany me late at night as I am a vampiress, no matter how tired he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the most down to earth person I have ever seen. His variation is always so limited. He can use a waist pouch from secondary school days till now. Until I canot take it and bought him a new one. When he likes something, like food or essentials, he will always go back for it and reluctant to try new one. He can wear that few tops over and over again. There is one black top torn already, he can still wear coz he claims he like it alot. -_-''' Somemore the shirt we bought at chaktuchak for 5 dollars only. When ask him to try new things, he will say he don't like. So I will ask: You never try before how you know you dun like? He will say: Aiya I still prefer this one la... You dun force me la. double -_-''' In another sense he is inflexible la. Haha. When he plans to something, he must go according to his plan and anything that comes suddenly will make him frustrated. When asked: Since like that like that, why you cannot accomodate and do things like that like that leh? He will say: Everything I plan swee swee already, then now disrupted... feel very gao way. Overall to say, he doesn't welcome changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is different from me in this sense. Coz firstly, I dun like to do planning. And secondly, if anything comes along the way, I will always think of alternatives to accomodate so that things can still go on smoothly. That is why when I alays think of something when he plan already, I dun dare to tell him coz confirm kenna scold. Even though I think a little off course from the plan is still ok to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you see him 10 years never change hairstyle can know already... tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also the most chin chai person ever. So chin chai that he always get taken advantage of. And it always make me boils. I don't like my boyfriend to get bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although as his girlfriend, he will make use of the slightest opportunity to make fun of me and make me sia suay in front of people we know. Be it a wrong word I said or dumb action I made. Until I become the laughing stock. And he will be the one to laugh the loudest. How often can you find a boyfriend as evil as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we quarrel, he is damn guai lan. So guai lan that I always feel like walking up and give him 2 tight slaps and leave. But I never do that of coz la. Feel like only. I used to walk away and leaving people running after me saying sorry. When I was younger. But he never did that like what all my ex boyfriends did. If I walk away, that's it. Die liao. He will go his separate ways. Therefore, I have learnt to curb that urge of storming away during quarrels. I cant do anything, sometimes he made me so angry that I cried. Is angry lor, not sad until cry lor. His looks and eye expressions during the quarrel, want to punch him and made him disfigured lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is damn expressive. When he talks, his hand will go around the world, swinging from left to right, up and down. I think it is so funny that I always make fun of him by mimicking - in a even more exaggerated form. Haha. And he finds me so irritating that he will always force to cross his hands and fingers in order for his hands not to move, but when he starts talking, he just can't control them. Very funny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he makes a mistake, he will find a hundred and one excuses to cover up. Until I must always tear his mask and say : Dun bluff! Must be you what what what what one! Then he will admit, with a shy sheepish laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he behaves like a little boy. Like how he always like me to sayang him to sleep. And hor, he really sleep like a little boy. Both hands hugging his bolster (aka chou chou) and sleep sideways, slightly curled up. And sometimes he sleep sprawling on the bed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to give me the best he can. Although his best might not be as glamourous as what others perceive. But, it all comes from the heart. The heart that wants to protect and shelter me. The heart that really loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Happy Halloween to SKELAN CHAN!! It is your day once in a year! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7821371918531514642?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7821371918531514642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7821371918531514642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7821371918531514642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7821371918531514642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7821371918531514642' title='My tintin boy'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6919839062994649972</id><published>2008-10-29T05:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:19:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My scrapblog</title><content type='html'>I have created &lt;a href="http://www.scrapblog.com/297529d254/096004C3-4816/"&gt;My Scrapblog!!&lt;/a&gt; featuring memories of me and that irritating boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chio. Go take a look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6919839062994649972?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6919839062994649972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6919839062994649972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6919839062994649972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6919839062994649972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6919839062994649972' title='My scrapblog'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7657305251586826585</id><published>2008-10-27T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:04:24.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to blog and post pictures, do up an onine scrapblog for me and tintin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going out now to meet my important precious. Chloe Pay!!! She is such a darling you know. I am so excited to see her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore pics and stuff gotta wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few pics before i leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During James' wedding at Grand Plaza several Saturdays ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDUmGrS8I/AAAAAAAABHs/1YLgiuPsCIE/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261756129501465538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDUmGrS8I/AAAAAAAABHs/1YLgiuPsCIE/s320/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDTaqrTUI/AAAAAAAABHU/e6a2TAu3_PI/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261756109251366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDTaqrTUI/AAAAAAAABHU/e6a2TAu3_PI/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDUVE9eeI/AAAAAAAABHk/FQuTmb4dm1s/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261756124930865634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDUVE9eeI/AAAAAAAABHk/FQuTmb4dm1s/s320/DSC01135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDT0W_fzI/AAAAAAAABHc/DJizXtLcHLo/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261756116148125490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDT0W_fzI/AAAAAAAABHc/DJizXtLcHLo/s320/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&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/12253740-7657305251586826585?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7657305251586826585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7657305251586826585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7657305251586826585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7657305251586826585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7657305251586826585' title='Short post'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SQWDUmGrS8I/AAAAAAAABHs/1YLgiuPsCIE/s72-c/DSC01136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-752407738667577772</id><published>2008-10-22T04:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:23:17.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tintin is back!</title><content type='html'>The amount of work I need to do is enough the make me suffer from depression. I missed those days where I can watch youtube dramas and play online games. Boo hoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my tintin to the max while he was at Bali. I have been a good girl in Sg. Now he is back, I can rave about my Bangkok trip! He is jealous that I am sure to enjoy the trip, coz erm... He did not enjoy himself there. Lolz... I so pity him can. Imagine you spend money go on a trip and you cannot enjoy and be happy, instead you have to bottle up all the anger and buay song-ness... My poor little tintin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has got a new nickname. Haha. Mr Goatie!! Who ask him always forget to shave his unsightly hair just below his lower lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a homely girl on Sunday. Went straight home after work and planned to rot the whole night at home. Until BZ pestered me to sing K at AMK. Lazily changed and took a bus to meet him. Coz they kept calling me asking me to go down. After K walked like half an hour to what BZ recommended as nice Nasi Lemak at Avenue 5. Ok ok only lor. Then, cabbed home with my sis, coz she also singing K in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday brought my son out. He was so happy that day. For the first time he will hop and wander away himself to explore the surroundings. But he came running back to us whenever we called out for him. He is super obsessed with benches. Jumped up every single bench he saw in hope that we will take a rest. Haha... So cute. I love my momo boy. My legs are now both itching with mosquito bites from the Bukit Batok Nature Reserve. It's killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the US financial turmoil and slowing down of Singapore's economy, I guess now it's even harder for me to find a job. I am really at a loss. I swear that I have sent out at least 50 applications. And none even contacted me for an interview. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-752407738667577772?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/752407738667577772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=752407738667577772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/752407738667577772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/752407738667577772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#752407738667577772' title='Tintin is back!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6054704364631558648</id><published>2008-10-15T05:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:25:58.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini updates</title><content type='html'>Just a short post coz I am really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended James and Lyna's wedding on Sat at Grand Plaza Hotel. Post dinner everyone went to Firefly. But I had an appointment with that very important person at Ghim Moh. The moment I texted him that my colleague jio me go Firefly, he never reply  liao. So LL take train go find him lor. In the spite that he did not want to come fetch me and still can get pissed for me wanting to go club, I texted him saying he better be at the MRT station before I reached because I am going back my home if I don't see him. Now thinking about it still makes me feel queasy. Coz I lost. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a new found nickname for me recently. Guai Lan Bo. Haha. Coz I am damn guai lan and always give him attitude. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chalet with my hotlink on Sunday and Monday. Played poker games and dearie Biah really made us laugh like mad. I really rolled on the bed laughing till my stomach cramped. Photos up once Tintin return me the camera after his Bali trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin is flying off tomorrow. And I am gonna miss his presence for the next 5 days. Nobody to play tricks on me and make me feel irritated. And I have to plan my own programs for the coming weekend. Sianz! Wait till my turn to go Bangkok next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please please let us get the flat that we ballot on. I really like that place so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6054704364631558648?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6054704364631558648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6054704364631558648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6054704364631558648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6054704364631558648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6054704364631558648' title='Mini updates'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-9033365632317941265</id><published>2008-10-01T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:43:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never enuff of online shopping</title><content type='html'>I am a happy girl because the contact lenses that I have ordered a month ago has arrived! And, I will be receiving it together with one dress from kyurii, and other top from another online site called myglamourplace. Latter is my sister's lobang. All by this week. High!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still await for 2 more tops I ordered from F21 spree. (yes again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the F21 store at Wisma on Sat. Saw this very nice casual tube dress in blue clour. Searched thru the rack, and as usual, no small. Saw the pink one, also no small. So angry can. Then saw purple, managed to get the only small on the rack. So buy lor. Seldom buy purple. Then, I saw another shorts, selling at $38. Tried already not bad. But some part cutting abit wrong, so went back to the shelf to search for a better peice. But alas! All 4 pieces of my size all weird weird one! Then back home I searched online for that shorts, it is only selling at SGD $8 can!!! But only left one colour and my size no more liao. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I don't have prior experience wearing contact lenses. Now colour contact so in, so I just bought a pair for fun. Kekeke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-9033365632317941265?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/9033365632317941265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=9033365632317941265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/9033365632317941265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/9033365632317941265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#9033365632317941265' title='Never enuff of online shopping'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-3344963860659112133</id><published>2008-09-29T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:33:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So random again</title><content type='html'>With the recent issues of contaminated milk, a person like me, oblivious to everything around, started to become a little conscientious with the food I consume. There are simply too much discussions and hearings everywhere and I happened to know it only after the peak of the milk incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was at Tintin's place preparing for work. I walked past the kitchen and saw a whole big packet of 旺旺 rice crackers on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh the 旺旺 yours one ar?&lt;br /&gt;Tintin: Ya why leh&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah you still dare to eat ar? From China one leh.&lt;br /&gt;Tintin: Also not milk what.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But still you don't know inside confirm don't have milk content what, and government already warn us to be careful with China food product.&lt;br /&gt;Tintin: Huh... Yesterday I just ate a few packets leh. (-_-"')&lt;br /&gt;Tintin: Then I better throw away. *opened the rubbish chute and threw the whole 3 quarter left 旺旺 down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me he irritating or not? But so scared die till throw everything away upon hearing. Haha so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took China so long to make people feel okay regarding their products, treating them no different from products of other countries. Although quality might be a little mediocre, but at least cheap la. Now after this disaster, I really wonder how long will people once again regain confidence on their products. I am so skeptical with any things that has to do with them now. Who knows maybe next time clothes kenna some chemical or whatever shit toxic to the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, whenever I buy apparels, when I see the tag made in China, I will really think twice to buy the item or not, especially when it is of some branding and a little tad pricey than average. Coz I always deem made from China clothes to be not worth my money. First thing, material quality is bad, sewing is bad, cutting is bad. Second thing, cheap labour. But, I dunno why, when I see the tag labelling made in Indonesia/Malaysia/USA, it is perfectly fine for me. Hahaha. Now the recent milk incident further enhance my stand so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tuitions like 5 times this coming week. Super sianz!! But no choice my kids are having exam next week. Got to chiong with them! So worried for the 2 of them. One, everytime last minute cancel tuition. Never once complete my homework. This week teach this, next week totally forget, gotta re-teach. Everything like going out with friends, having fun and play audi is on the priority above my tuition. Seeing her always makes me headache. The other one, slightly abit better. Got do homework. Never once cancel tuition unless really need to stay back in school. BUT, sooooooooo careless. Keeps making the same mistake over and over again. Always never write unit for his answers. See his test paper, always fared under expectation because of careless mistakes. Understand whatever syallbus I teach him, but when comes to major exams he always dunno how to do. Like that I also headache. So scared they will not do well in their coming exams. Then how to answer to their parents? Stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-3344963860659112133?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/3344963860659112133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=3344963860659112133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3344963860659112133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3344963860659112133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#3344963860659112133' title='So random again'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5211763299917162173</id><published>2008-09-26T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:57:29.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So so random</title><content type='html'>I am crazily bored now. *yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin is on night shift. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month end is coming and I am kind of disappointed with myself. Coz I have exceeded the expenditure budget that I have set for myself!! Boo... Well, I will just take into account that the $180 dollars that I have paid for the Tiger Airways ticket contribute to the over spending. To make things worse, my compact powder was emptied and I spend another $50 to buy a new one today. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby says he got a $100 m1 voucher which he is gonna use to buy a new phone. And his contract is eligible for upgrade next month! He said will let me have the upgrade so that I can get my iphone in December. Yipee!! He is so accomodating, and he gets expoilted. Haha. But.. iphone no bluetooth wor, to me is a necessity. How ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current phone dies on me everyday ever since the "swim" in the toilet bowl for 3 seconds. Everyday battery will flat and everyday I have to charge. And this is so tiring. That explains why I diverted my unanswered calls to tintin and he often gets strange numbers blinking on his phone. Haa... But I remain uncontactable coz never for once I was around by his side when calls meant for me rang on his phone. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just be thankful that my phone is still in operation after the swimming incident. Just that the battery life gets halved. Sony Ericsson phone is tahanable ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting too random. Coz I feel so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just ordered another 2 tops from Forever 21 spree! I love their spree coz pretty pieces in the SG outlets always run out of small size by the time I see them on the rack. And it is so annoying. Secondly, the store is so messy. All the sizes and designs are not arrange in order. Therefore, I will rather shop online. Being open 24/7 best fit people with weird lifestyle like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about online shopping, I found this website that gives you free samples!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not the kind of person who buys products from cosmetics stores just by mere drops of cream/lotion being applied on your hand. Can you really tell if the product works? I always prefer samples. Coz you can use it several times before determining the effectiveness of the product. However, those girls over at the counters always see you in a different light. Machiam you greedy for the samples. I dun like that idea. And that explains why I seldom buy skincare products over at the counters. I once bought Biotherm foundation just off the shelf, and discovered that it was not really wonderful. Waste my money. Winnie gave me samples of Biotherm moisturiser and toner. I think that the moisturiser is really good. As in it gets absorbed pretty fast. I bought the standard product and is currently finishing my second bottle already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I got this free sunscreen from Biotherm thru the rewards point. I have to rave about this sunscreen. It is the best sunscreen I have ever used in my entire life! SPF 50, and within 3 seconds it blends and absorbs completely into your face. Most sunscreen with high SPF usually get too oily or hard to absorb. But this is really fantastic! I will stick to this sunscreen even after I finish this current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one is Laneige concealer. Nicole gave me the sample as she used to work for Laneige. The coverage is good. At least good enough for my usual slight bumps here and there, and also my dark circle. Nice to blend too. I told her to get the actual product for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, if after using the sample, I feel that a product is good, I will buy and stick to that product since it suits me, even if it is more pricey than other brands. But free samples ain't that easy to get as I mentioned. So, coming back, the website is here to save us! Not only that it gives free samples, there are lots and lots of reviews about the different samples from other users. So from the review you can also judge if a product is worth a try. So conducive right! Here is the link, just in case you want some free samples too. If not, just go and see what they offer and read about their review also not bad what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fr3b.com/referral_program.php?referrer_token=ef164f573baac558e934b7449325d4c8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fr3b.com/img/external/img_referal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still bored. And Tintin is still busy at work. I am getting a little sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I can't wait for Bangkok with my dear Hotlink!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5211763299917162173?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5211763299917162173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5211763299917162173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5211763299917162173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5211763299917162173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5211763299917162173' title='So so random'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6318093160869923241</id><published>2008-09-22T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:36:52.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a happy girl!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps!!*waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of updates coz... I always go Wendy's place after work to catch 溏心风暴 之 家好月圆。Super nice drama!! Ms Tan! U must go watch this show!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I am going to Bangkok!! Yay! Cannot contain my excitement la. Since tintin is going Bali with his colleagues in October, I shall go Bangkok with my colleagues too in November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air tickets are already booked. Tiger Airways got promo, per ticket only 100 ++. Super high can? All of us are so looking forward to this trip. But since we are all working in the same office, cannot go too many days. Only 4days 3 nights. And weekend still must hiong one. Very scared also. Later boss finds out not happy how? My dearie Amanda still sms me say she damn excited. Me too!! So is ladyboss. It will be so fun going with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, coming March going Taiwan with tintin and bros with gfs. So happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so loving my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there are things to look forward to, you know? If not everyday so stress at work, it drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the confirmed Bangkok trip, I must tighten my belt these few months. If not March no $ go Taiwan, Tintin throw me here in S'pore while he go and find cute pretty Taiwanese girls. I scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Sept and Oct to be over. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I miss Baby Chloe. So long never see her liao. She babbles non stop now. So cute. Actually Saturday wanted to go see her. But in the end Bz say got come new disc, so went to his place watch drama. kua kua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. These few days lack of sleep, so can't think properly now. Gonna replenish my long lost sleep. Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6318093160869923241?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6318093160869923241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6318093160869923241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6318093160869923241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6318093160869923241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6318093160869923241' title='I am a happy girl!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5815817676272283933</id><published>2008-09-09T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:35:58.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step</title><content type='html'>My dearest Tintin and I have taken the first official step towards our marriage plans. Haha. To sign up a wedding package!! Hee hee hee... At the very inital stage, we just wanted to take a look, and to find out more about wedding package prices and what do they consist of.So we went to this wedding fair at Suntec, which only made up of one bridal studio. We were quite taken aback at first, as we were expecting to see different booths. So since we were there, sat down and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady showed us the package, and explained the different items. Both of us ain't the least tempted in the first place, until she gave us some time to discuss. Suddenly, we had some queries and called her over. And out the the blue she gave us additional discount off the exhibition rate. Then, dunno when it happened, she threw in more pages for us in the wedding album, change the small album from 5R to 8R. By then we were already super tempted. Coz somehow we know the offer was already very attractive, and we do not know if we can still get such an offer once we stepped out. While we were discussing, the lady came over and gave us an additional mini album, about palm size. My tintin loves that to bits and said it's very cute while I find it redundant. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end kenna closed lor, and paid a deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin was concerned if I wanted a proposal first before signing up the package. To me, the proposal is no longer important, so might as well sign up than losing a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we were kind of rash to sign up for the first package we came across. But since everything is inclusive, I think its hard to find a better package elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin asked me a very funny question. He asked what if in the end we never get married, then the package how. I told him, if never get married, since it is an open date package, next time can change the bride de mah. Hahaha. And he said wanted to take photo shoot at Zouk and Labrador Park. Coz the first one is the place we first know each other, and the latter is the place we first got together. I secretly think he is more excited than me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing now will be our future love nest. Hopefully everything falls in place at the correct timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin is gonna marry me!! Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tell my mum regarding this. I wonder if she will faint upon hearing this. Tsk tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5815817676272283933?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5815817676272283933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5815817676272283933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5815817676272283933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5815817676272283933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5815817676272283933' title='The first step'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-361061038457031984</id><published>2008-09-04T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:32:45.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Part 1</title><content type='html'>The long overdue entry... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I forgot the User ID for my internet banking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 words went through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it is hell lot of a process to retrieve it back. Not like you just key in you email and answer some simple personal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have guessed the ID till the program logs me out. Boo Hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway photos... Though I am kinda lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the airport&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzuGST2iI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Xn8HHKUl1gs/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230354515547642402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzuGST2iI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Xn8HHKUl1gs/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzuSr1NwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/1PcfeReNW3w/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230354518875911938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzuSr1NwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/1PcfeReNW3w/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzug7g5gI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zBZpfAchAzY/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230354522699785730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzug7g5gI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/zBZpfAchAzY/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzu5xGM-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/k5l0RQf-FAU/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230354529366979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzu5xGM-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/k5l0RQf-FAU/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok... we can all tell that Mariane was damn excited. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzvFUUssI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0dFMA6fX7sg/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230354532467520194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzvFUUssI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0dFMA6fX7sg/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See who is the most hao lian here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX2z0AlwgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/W0X4gtnhYvQ/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230357912255578626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX2z0AlwgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/W0X4gtnhYvQ/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX2z0lHHSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OkS60DM9fMo/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230357912408759586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX2z0lHHSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OkS60DM9fMo/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX20CE1leI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4vL-_KKQX0Y/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230357916031489506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX20CE1leI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4vL-_KKQX0Y/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX20g3KytI/AAAAAAAAArA/gtn1R2pglzo/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230357924295658194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX20g3KytI/AAAAAAAAArA/gtn1R2pglzo/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We tried to take a sweet sweet lovely dovey photo, but 2 heads popped out of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX200baa5I/AAAAAAAAArI/J2y8sbMfc3I/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230357929547950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX200baa5I/AAAAAAAAArI/J2y8sbMfc3I/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reaching the airport, we waited quite ahile for the transport to fetch us to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5QZ4bljI/AAAAAAAAArQ/GFBaYcqTzNM/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230360602481497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5QZ4bljI/AAAAAAAAArQ/GFBaYcqTzNM/s320/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5QzsV-aI/AAAAAAAAArY/ZNfo2VHyXBE/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230360609410120098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5QzsV-aI/AAAAAAAAArY/ZNfo2VHyXBE/s320/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the pool from the lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5RK9sh9I/AAAAAAAAArg/Sgim82dGfP8/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230360615656916946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5RK9sh9I/AAAAAAAAArg/Sgim82dGfP8/s320/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our welcome drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5RWhXQiI/AAAAAAAAAro/UGzbdf-lCIA/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230360618759307810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5RWhXQiI/AAAAAAAAAro/UGzbdf-lCIA/s320/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5RzCb4ZI/AAAAAAAAArw/Y2MYOELugCo/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230360626414215570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX5RzCb4ZI/AAAAAAAAArw/Y2MYOELugCo/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-v0Yg6wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/uVur4CunLGI/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230366639729470210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-v0Yg6wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/uVur4CunLGI/s320/DSC00835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-wXFvrRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sJLh2T_jOqE/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230366649045986578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-wXFvrRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sJLh2T_jOqE/s320/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we got our rooms, I quickly bathed and took a one hour plus power nap, as we didn't sleep the night before. Then out to the streets exploring and looking for food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-wyV8s1I/AAAAAAAAAsI/JeixrdTeGVM/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230366656361706322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-wyV8s1I/AAAAAAAAAsI/JeixrdTeGVM/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-xK1-TPI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4r63iZTwm1I/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230366662938479858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-xK1-TPI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4r63iZTwm1I/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First meal in Bali. We were famished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-xQJhhpI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-cjCIjGR6us/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230366664362657426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJX-xQJhhpI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-cjCIjGR6us/s320/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig6BZcdbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9r3TBdz8Cts/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107885858846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig6BZcdbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9r3TBdz8Cts/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig6nD2v7I/AAAAAAAAAso/xNlHrD_xLA4/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107895968841650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig6nD2v7I/AAAAAAAAAso/xNlHrD_xLA4/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the night were spending walking along their streets. We walked all the way to Kuta square, and took a cab back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig7FDb1ZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/YbS0a32Pt_4/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107904020141458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig7FDb1ZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/YbS0a32Pt_4/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to the beach after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig7l2ffsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/XV7oT-nGDOI/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107912824225474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig7l2ffsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/XV7oT-nGDOI/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig8c4xYKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PjgVL8O6Uqs/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107927597736098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJig8c4xYKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PjgVL8O6Uqs/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some self reflections... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijSQQV_BI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ynGbedeBOyY/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231110501187320850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijSQQV_BI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ynGbedeBOyY/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijSqHneFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tYCMze0SoZI/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231110508130039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijSqHneFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tYCMze0SoZI/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijTpdMrjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VATElIRHlIk/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231110525131992626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijTpdMrjI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VATElIRHlIk/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijT45-hCI/AAAAAAAAAto/zAfGlIYPDsk/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231110529279231010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJijT45-hCI/AAAAAAAAAto/zAfGlIYPDsk/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilMfR0G-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/2gR2R6m9WT4/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231112601164061666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilMfR0G-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/2gR2R6m9WT4/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilMgBX0cI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pU10tMw1lBY/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231112601363534274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilMgBX0cI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pU10tMw1lBY/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilM_q7mYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/XBI01_Q35yk/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231112609859344770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilM_q7mYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/XBI01_Q35yk/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mariane teach Tintin how to pose with the surfboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilNIyVwtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LA65_LFPCuE/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231112612306338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilNIyVwtI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LA65_LFPCuE/s320/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to look suave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilNRt1_VI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jQCXbbt89S8/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231112614703398226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJilNRt1_VI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/jQCXbbt89S8/s320/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My tintin tried to surf. Walking towards the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinJHIr88I/AAAAAAAAAuY/p8WD0ouq-Qs/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231114742166975426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinJHIr88I/AAAAAAAAAuY/p8WD0ouq-Qs/s320/DSC00877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha he was buried under the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinJbOsWmI/AAAAAAAAAug/TOAndoSLKQ8/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231114747560876642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinJbOsWmI/AAAAAAAAAug/TOAndoSLKQ8/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pop, there he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinJtN_EMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vByxFIw_Nxg/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231114752389746882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinJtN_EMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vByxFIw_Nxg/s320/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My tintin back from the rather failed attempt, with a red patch on the chest as he got hit by the board. Haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What me and tintin enjoyed doing most was... to stand in the sea, waiting for the waves to come, and get ourselves splashed and hit by the waves. It may sound silly but it's damn fun can! Coz the waves come in different pattern. Some very high and when it is approaching you know you will get very wet. Some very strong and may even knock you down. Some double combo hit. So we spend a long time in the sea screaming and yelling. Looking like fools.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After leaving the beach we went back to our hotel pool to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinKAR4uHI/AAAAAAAAAuw/9GNp5nxtuQY/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231114757506381938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinKAR4uHI/AAAAAAAAAuw/9GNp5nxtuQY/s320/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinK8kq6KI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JEXQI56zfqc/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231114773691295906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJinK8kq6KI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JEXQI56zfqc/s320/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipAcnwCnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Ev-HOtG1-4Y/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231116792338844274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipAcnwCnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Ev-HOtG1-4Y/s320/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relax by the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipBEKNWxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/RZ0C7W5YHRM/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231116802952354578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipBEKNWxI/AAAAAAAAAvI/RZ0C7W5YHRM/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipBaSqc3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/b8BOPZNw0Jo/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231116808893395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipBaSqc3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/b8BOPZNw0Jo/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pool &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Washed up and we went out for dinner. Tintin wants to eat lobster... Oh and we rented bikes for convenience. Don't hafta walk of spend money take cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipB-TcBrI/AAAAAAAAAvY/rfEU8rokycU/s1600-h/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231116818560321202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipB-TcBrI/AAAAAAAAAvY/rfEU8rokycU/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah pump petrol... The petrol is stored in absolute volka bottles. Cute hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipCHXji1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/X498JBW4Prk/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231116820993510226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJipCHXji1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/X498JBW4Prk/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crix and his girly pink bike. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq4uiBiUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/m9ik5bVZ9nM/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231118858730965314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq4uiBiUI/AAAAAAAAAvo/m9ik5bVZ9nM/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq49M4ovI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qi_olBfv8-g/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231118862668833522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq49M4ovI/AAAAAAAAAvw/qi_olBfv8-g/s320/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq5t-lC-I/AAAAAAAAAv4/5pBAgeBOTt0/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231118875762166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq5t-lC-I/AAAAAAAAAv4/5pBAgeBOTt0/s320/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq6DKFeHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hADSW1pZulw/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231118881447573618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq6DKFeHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hADSW1pZulw/s320/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq6fE9sXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Obv-hZN7TPs/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231118888942285170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJiq6fE9sXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Obv-hZN7TPs/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitDlp4HeI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/V-r6KJ5oRYU/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121244349799906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitDlp4HeI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/V-r6KJ5oRYU/s320/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute tintin with the funny helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitDqhJfKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TO-L15JyPpw/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121245655366818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitDqhJfKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TO-L15JyPpw/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitErmZxgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/p17pDZ7wDic/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121263125710338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitErmZxgI/AAAAAAAAAwg/p17pDZ7wDic/s320/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitFSj04LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tGZ5Wov2Rko/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121273583886514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitFSj04LI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tGZ5Wov2Rko/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitF6VoolI/AAAAAAAAAww/dRYcU9O-KAY/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231121284261782098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJitF6VoolI/AAAAAAAAAww/dRYcU9O-KAY/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi15XKOE4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/i0Ej049zWXM/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231130964264883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi15XKOE4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/i0Ej049zWXM/s320/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi1534m6uI/AAAAAAAAAxA/aOOq0GzFxpQ/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231130973049383650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi1534m6uI/AAAAAAAAAxA/aOOq0GzFxpQ/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tell you hor, my helmet irritates the hell out of me. The stupid vicer kept dropping until I have to tilt the helmet to an angle where when the vicer drops it won't cover my eyes. So literally I am not wearing the helmet. Just hooking it on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi16Ae3_uI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHQzQeuJZNE/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231130975357370082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi16Ae3_uI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MHQzQeuJZNE/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi16eH16kI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gcT4cgb-sqw/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231130983313828418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi16eH16kI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/gcT4cgb-sqw/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi16-ytquI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ndJ6T1QaGh0/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231130992083577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi16-ytquI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ndJ6T1QaGh0/s320/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi46E_2dNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mEZFYY6Tu20/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231134275104306386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi46E_2dNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mEZFYY6Tu20/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi46RGyLxI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QLenoLaB_eI/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231134278354611986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi46RGyLxI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QLenoLaB_eI/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi46uPxMeI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RIlCTBz3-K8/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231134286176924130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi46uPxMeI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RIlCTBz3-K8/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha tintin ride while I snap snap snap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi47Ay2b5I/AAAAAAAAAx4/B6z4IFuOtYI/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231134291155906450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi47Ay2b5I/AAAAAAAAAx4/B6z4IFuOtYI/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought a kite, but it was so hard to fly it high. It kept dropping. So sad, but tintin tried so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi47nxrReI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bXVY_u6tW6A/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231134301619963362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi47nxrReI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bXVY_u6tW6A/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8QNGrGrI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hL4w2XX-yn8/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137953772411570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8QNGrGrI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hL4w2XX-yn8/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8QtShbzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/uXUOXFo3ac4/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137962412044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8QtShbzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/uXUOXFo3ac4/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8QylI_tI/AAAAAAAAAyY/9DGsOJ2mBWw/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137963832311506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8QylI_tI/AAAAAAAAAyY/9DGsOJ2mBWw/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8Rdzcq0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/0ZGbkh6nEOk/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137975435045698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8Rdzcq0I/AAAAAAAAAyg/0ZGbkh6nEOk/s320/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8Ru5eHRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DumUDLUN1zk/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231137980023708946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJi8Ru5eHRI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DumUDLUN1zk/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjA_Om-O9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/3MoMw77Bato/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231143159676681170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjA_Om-O9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/3MoMw77Bato/s320/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our legprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjA_Q27NAI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ynUolEq1PGI/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231143160280462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjA_Q27NAI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ynUolEq1PGI/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjA_ys1isI/AAAAAAAAAzA/j5TfeCz_T44/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231143169364953794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjA_ys1isI/AAAAAAAAAzA/j5TfeCz_T44/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjBAO04ihI/AAAAAAAAAzI/k17DTLNAByY/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231143176914897426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjBAO04ihI/AAAAAAAAAzI/k17DTLNAByY/s320/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjBAhBV-TI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/N7fSie63Zv8/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231143181798996274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjBAhBV-TI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/N7fSie63Zv8/s320/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDxvHOr8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/UkXxyxb9P1k/s1600-h/DSC00961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231146226418626498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDxvHOr8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/UkXxyxb9P1k/s320/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They all say I cannot jump high... Pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDyBZQTMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/l7W2JzqwVko/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231146231326067906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDyBZQTMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/l7W2JzqwVko/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDydCwvvI/AAAAAAAAAzo/3_fOpRfWmfY/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231146238747918066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDydCwvvI/AAAAAAAAAzo/3_fOpRfWmfY/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDy88PrHI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rPIGaSnOAEk/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231146247310519410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDy88PrHI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rPIGaSnOAEk/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDzMZSTuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZMgOYF_bVGk/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231146251458858722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJjDzMZSTuI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZMgOYF_bVGk/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oV2cw5vI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hvC42a3uuWU/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241530634676004594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oV2cw5vI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hvC42a3uuWU/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oV_zeg0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/b86jGdq1B_E/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241530637187187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oV_zeg0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/b86jGdq1B_E/s320/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oWDDIzOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/BgEefBU0xv8/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241530638058179810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oWDDIzOI/AAAAAAAAA2k/BgEefBU0xv8/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oWXD4irI/AAAAAAAAA2s/kLWf6K-Si2Y/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241530643430017714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oWXD4irI/AAAAAAAAA2s/kLWf6K-Si2Y/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oWs0qKrI/AAAAAAAAA20/OwdrnpvpofE/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241530649271741106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2oWs0qKrI/AAAAAAAAA20/OwdrnpvpofE/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you imagine this is only half of what we ordered? The few tables beside us were shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qygo492I/AAAAAAAAA28/Hw1QZx0hTHw/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533326060746594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qygo492I/AAAAAAAAA28/Hw1QZx0hTHw/s320/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crix posed as a begger. Haha. A rich one from the outfit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qypuRsLI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EEq3jk5DZIM/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533328499257522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qypuRsLI/AAAAAAAAA3E/EEq3jk5DZIM/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute little tintin boy. Hee hee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting for Mariane to choose hats for her daughters, Tintin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qzJXyloI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yvunmtxftCg/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533336994879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qzJXyloI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yvunmtxftCg/s320/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slept. Crix,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qzrfaR2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/vwjdbXIyh_c/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533346153645922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qzrfaR2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/vwjdbXIyh_c/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading free papers found beside the sofa. Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qzitGdfI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UdLS8KDtcUQ/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533343795148274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2qzitGdfI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UdLS8KDtcUQ/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snapping around. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2rTGrfWGI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oE_K3V8PRpY/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241533886028011618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SL2rTGrfWGI/AAAAAAAAA3k/oE_K3V8PRpY/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went back hotel after the shops were all closed. Too many pics liao. Part 2 when I am free. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-361061038457031984?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/361061038457031984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=361061038457031984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/361061038457031984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/361061038457031984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#361061038457031984' title='Bali Part 1'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SJXzuGST2iI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Xn8HHKUl1gs/s72-c/DSC00814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2520206100789594622</id><published>2008-09-03T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:45:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offday movie and dinner</title><content type='html'>Monday slept till 4 plus, played abit of computer, and Tintin came back! We went town and bought tickets for 4bia, coz we heard a number of positive reviews for the movie. At first I did not want to watch that movie. Coz tintin pissed me off. Here goes, last Sunday we were at Cine to decide if we should watch movie, and not sure which movie to watch, we stood in front of a line of movie posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked:'' Eh wanna watch 4bia or not", pointing to the 4biah poster.&lt;br /&gt;I read the description and told him:'' 4 short stories leh, not one full movie one."&lt;br /&gt;He replied:''Ok what the other time also watch a horror movie in 4 short stories with you what."&lt;br /&gt;Before I could even think what show is it that we watched before, he interrupted: '' Eh sorry ar, not with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry or not you tell me! That irritating basket, watched so many movies with other girls before that he can't even different me and the other girls! *pouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I die die also don't want to watch the show. But since review say good, then I ok lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dinner, Tintin refused to bring me to Balestier for Bak kut Teh that I have been craving for weeks. Words cannot describe how devastated I am lor. He asked me what to eat, and I 好不容易think of Rice Table. Initally he don't want, but after awhile got himself in the mood for Rice Table too and we walked to Cuppage. Passed by Centrepoint and I got myself 2 new tops at m)phosis! Hee hee. When we reached Cuppage, the place has undergone a facelift. The foodcourt was gone, so is the outside area that used to sell satay and some snack food. The foodcourt was replaced by a stretch of wine bars and bistros, of which some are still under renovation. The open area was still under bandage. Cannot see what's inside. AND SO GONE IS OUR RICE TABLE RESTAURANT. Very disappointed la. So we walked back to Heeren, went up their new level 5, no food in fancy, and walked further up to paragon. Tintin wants to eat Bakerzin but I wasn't so keen. So in the end we decided on Ding Tai Fung. But both of us only craved for the Yam bao and soup bao, dunno what to order for the main dish. Then we passed by Thai Express. And thought Thai Express was not a bad choice too. Was so torn between the two that we were stuck in the middle of the pathway. So, we had this brilliant plan. Toss coin. Haha. And the coin landed us in Thai Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dinner, we bought Orange Julius drink and Famous Amos Cookies. To be smuggled in for the movie. Tintin told me to buy extra cookies, even though cannot finish I can bring them to office, as he knows I always didn't have time for dinner. He is so sweet you know? Haha. I didn't have time to eat the cookies during the show though, coz I was kept busy covering my eyes with my hands and pressing my ears with my fingers, and hiding behind tintin throughout the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after the show. And I am still thinking of Bak Kut Teh. The craving is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to persuade tintin to lend me his psp for these few days. Haha, as I am so stuck to the game GTA. He just downloaded Audition for me. And I still haven gotten the hang of it. My reflexes are not that fast. I have given up on the Trauma Center on my DS. Got this stupid stage where I have to cut and cut a centipede looking virus into very small pieces before extracting them. Always die lor. Tried so many times that I give up liao. But it is a very nice game.  I read those guides from internet also cannot pass. So angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today tintin purposely took effort to rush home from his course so that he can send me to work. Haha, so sweet of him and I didn't expect that. But,天不作美, it was having slight drizzle, so in the end he only sent me to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must wait until Friday then can see him. Sobs sobs. Friday friday faster come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2520206100789594622?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2520206100789594622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2520206100789594622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2520206100789594622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2520206100789594622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2520206100789594622' title='Offday movie and dinner'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-207919061250625474</id><published>2008-09-01T05:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:56:26.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comex trip</title><content type='html'>Went for Comex after work with Tintin and sis. Well, Tintin had the most fruitful load as he left the fair with: A 320gb hard drive, a 8gb memory stick for his beloved psp, a 4gb thumbdrive, and lastly a new casing for the psp. I bought a 250gb hard drive, and my sis bought the same hard drive as me, along with a 2gb membory stick for her handphone memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crazy boy actually wanted to buy a 1tb hard drive. -_-"' He dropped that idea only when I keep nagging beside his ear that 1tb is heavenly HUGE. Buy so big for what. My sis added that some of her guy friends also bought 1tb, and all guys mentality is 越大越好. Ya, everything to them is the bigger the better. You get my idea. BUT, so big also no use! (I mean the hard disk) Though it's selling cheap, but you are paying more for something you don't even need! So in the end, he contemplated between the 320 and 250 and, yes, the guy's mentality overruled his normal rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my sis, haha. she cannot decide between maxtor and WD. And when we finally concluded that maxtor is better, she hiam the hard disk only got sliver colour, while the other brand offers lots of fanciful colours. Yes, that's the girls' mentality. I encountered the exact problem when I decide to go for maxtor. Silver is like... So orhbit lor... Haha though it's just a hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, notice the difference between boys and girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy happily went home, and before he slept, he excitedly opened all his loot, took them out from the package, admired them, and felt so pleased with himself. Hahaha. Like a little boy opening up his present. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now sleeping soundly beside me. And every 5 min he tosses for a new sleeping posture. I feel like taking pictures of all the different poses. But I think he will kill me. Hee hee. Actually I secretly took one liao. But that is my personal collection. Cannot share one. If not he will 跟我没完没了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I will be a good girl and wait for him at home to come back from his course to bring me out. Haha, actually is sleep until he comes back. He will be on office hours during the course for 3 weeks. Yay! He can accompany me for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, off to bed now. It's almost 6 already and GM birds are chirping in union liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-207919061250625474?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/207919061250625474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=207919061250625474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/207919061250625474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/207919061250625474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#207919061250625474' title='Comex trip'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6291127897130546587</id><published>2008-08-26T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:30:37.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food cravings</title><content type='html'>Went for a movie with my big baby on Friday night. Journey to the centre of the Earth. Before that, I told him I was famished as I never ate my dinner and wanted to drag him for food. Then he said he planned to bring me for Mac breakfast. But in the end, I was too hungry to wait for 4 hours and we went to NYDC to settle my dinner. And, being to full of myself, I still told him we can go for Mac after the movie ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, of coz, after the movie my tummy was still stuffed with not yet digested meatball pasta. I still insisted in the Mac but he said no point stuffing myself when I am not hungry. And promised to bring me another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big baby is so sweet. He wanted to bring me for Mac breakfast because last week I told him I was having Mac breakfast craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, we went for dinner and arcade at Cine, where the big baby got himself all drenched in 4 games of basketball throwing. Initially wanted to go home to play PS2 due to the wet weather and order Mac breakfast. He told me at first he planned bring me go for prawning but cancelled due to the weather. On the way to get black beauty, I said that the rain had stopped, why not go for prawning... Then he said never bring the clipper for the hook, and I replied can use hand to take out the hook what... And he remained slient. We went up black beauty, and he brought me for prawning. Yay! We reached home at 2 plus, and played computer. He zonked out at 4am and I asked him to order the breakfast. He told me he don't want to eat but he can order for me. So disappointing. Eat alone where got fun right. So I told him never mind, even though I wanted very much so to eat. He promised to bring me for the breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Hope this time really can eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many days of having no chance to eat the Mac breakfast, I am still having a very huge dilemma. Should I order Hotcakes with sausage or McGriddles?? Headache!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just texted him that I am having chili crab craving... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now at his place I ate the Joo Chiat dumpling. Damn nice can!! And I am also having bak kut teh craving. Argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ending food craving. But the bak kut teh craving revived everytime I watched Love Blossoms on Tudou. Coz Huang Wenyong open Bak Kut Teh store in the show!! Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big baby told me he will try to plan something with his guys this Saturday. Great! Seldom that we hang out with them. And hanging out with them guarantees fun and laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I feel so tired with work. Everyday gotta feel so sianz to go to work. Everyday so many people chasing after me... Not that I don't want to respond... I don't even have the time to sort out their things... Nowadays I even skipped my dinner because there is no time to eat... What more they want from me? I really don't know how long I can take this. There are so many things on hand left untouched. I also want to complete them. But I really have not enough time. It is stressing me out. But luckily, I never carry the stress once I am out of office. But now thinking about the amount of work waiting for me, I dread it. If there is one point that I cannot take it anymore, I think I will just tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still actively looking for jobs. But still, either that my applications doesn't come back with replies, or that my applications get rejected. My CV is really that lousy to even grant me for an interview meh? So saddening. I wonder how the rest of my schoolmates find the job. My grades may not be a high flyer. But at least also a second lower honours what! Not even a single interview for those countless applications I have sent out. I really wonder what is wrong with my CV. Those with lower grades than me also landed themselves in pretty good jobs. And I am still stuck with my current job more then one year after completing my final exams. I feel so lousy and helpless. I am such a lousy person. Lousy lousy lousy. Not even a single interview. I hate this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6291127897130546587?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6291127897130546587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6291127897130546587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6291127897130546587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6291127897130546587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6291127897130546587' title='Food cravings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1774719257822417493</id><published>2008-08-19T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:21:18.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so...</title><content type='html'>I am fumingly angry with somebody. SOMEBODY whose name shall not be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time, this SOMEBODY will always take out my request to whine, complain and nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes out of the blue, sometimes when I mentioned about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he goes: "Because of your STUPID diamond ring la... if not we can faster get married already..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All because you want the ring la... if not we can go apply flat liao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only knows how to tiu tiu and tiu... And make it seems like I am fucking unreasonable. Seems so unreasonable that even my closest friend thinks I am. Am I unreasonable? To him, yes. He thinks that I am asking for something way beyond his capability and means. He thinks that I like the ring and that's why I want him to get it for me, before I agree to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply belongs to that typical Singaporean men. Go apply flat can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring I asked for, is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more than 0.4 ct&lt;br /&gt;No more than an E colour(E or F also can)&lt;br /&gt;Clarity I dun give much damn as long it is at least VS1&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is that it is a celestial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unreasonable meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he can't afford a big one. That's why I say a .38 or so. Think I dun want be like other people get a 0.5 ct ring meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only look things at his own perspective. Always digging at how cham he is, how pitiful and tied he is. Did he ever think of how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I have never explained to him before. I did tell him how I feel, how I look at the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a marriage proposal is a formal  and official request to ask a woman you really love, to spend the rest of her life with you. To set up a family together, to watch your kids grow, to endure whatever hardship, happiness together and eventually, grow old together. I think the proposal has to be sincere, and of course comes with it is a proposal ring, a ring significant enough to ask for her hand. I feel the significance of the proposal ring shows how much sincerity and effort the guy has put it. How much he 重视 the girl, to ask her to be his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I told him before, I will never trade in my proposal ring for anything else or any better diamond. How it holds alot of importance and meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the message I get from him is that he thinks I wanna tok him a nice ring for proposal. But come on, have I ever been finanically dependent on him? For so many times that we have gone on holiday, when did I ever expect him to pay for my expenses? Even the hotel cost we also split half one. Does he think I am really that materialistic? Even if I want to pursue luxurious stuff, I will always depend on myself to get it. When have I ever open my mouth and demand him to buy things for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am boiling hot with disappointment now. With tears filled to the brim of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And further to that, the ring is the only thing I ever asked for. I did not demand for:&lt;br /&gt;-a grand wedding dinner at a posh 5 star hotel&lt;br /&gt;-a superb wedding package&lt;br /&gt;-a photoshoot that allows me to change up to 8 costumes&lt;br /&gt;-a pair of platinum designer brand wedding bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it has always been my dream that I wanna get ROM and customary together. It has always been. But he has explained to me before that financially he is not able to realise it. So ok. I dropped that idea and agreed to ROM first and custom a year later. Does he know how much a wedding mean to a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a period where he suggested that the wedding shoot package can go JB take. Coz cheaper. And I actually agreed ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already tried to understand him and the situation, and give ways to make things easier for the both of us. Why can't he see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am really stubborn and unreasonable, I could have always insisted my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know that by always complaining that I am being too demanding for the ring, it hurts. It always hurts. Time and time, when I am at home, when I think about this, I will hide under my pillow and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much emotional struggle, I think the purpose of the ring and proposal isn't there anymore. Even if he really comes with the ring I want, it already seems like I "force" him to get it. It will only freeze the fact that I am pathetic. What's the point? There isn't any meaning anymore.  I dun want the ring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, how much I envy Noelle. I really envy her. She has been married for coming 4 years, and when they got married, her hubby did not get her any diamond ring coz that time not much spare cash as all finances went to the wedding. But her hubby did promised her one day he will get her a diamond ring. The path after marriage of coz is not smooth, they had their fair share of quarrels and disagreements. Now 4 years later, her sweet hubby actually secretly save up for several months, just to fulfill that promise. So sweet! See, even though married already still can do such sweet act. So in the end, after he saved up to a sufficient sum he broke the news to her and brought my delighted friend to choose the ring together. If I were Noelle I would have broken down and cried with tears of joy already. The significance is not the ring, it is the heart that counts. Of coz I am happy for my friend to see her so blissed. But at the same time it just magnifies on how pathetic I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I mean I dun want it as in it as a proposal ring. Of course, my love for celestial will always be there. I will surely buy it one day to pamper myself. Maybe can get a smaller one first, then upgrade a couple of years later. Anyway they will eat back the full value. But not now la, now I broke. Haha. A few months later after I have scrimped and saved enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: I know he loves and dotes on me alot. But, he just don't understand me well enough inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/s: I dun care even if he reads this entry. Actually I know he will. But I did not blog this entry as a defiant act. I swear. I feel that this should be my own space for me to yell and scream my frustrations, to cry over my sorrows, and to remember the happy moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1774719257822417493?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1774719257822417493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1774719257822417493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1774719257822417493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1774719257822417493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1774719257822417493' title='I am so...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-4739070280537816349</id><published>2008-08-16T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:46:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains...</title><content type='html'>I am way toooo lazy to continue uploading the never ending Bali photos. Too tedious for me. Procrastinating me rules! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been blog hopping and often see people blogging about their gown fitting. When will it be my turn? &lt;em&gt;*turn and look deeply into tintin's eyes, whines&lt;/em&gt; I think that will be one of the happiest day of my life. To try on and choose the best fitting wedding gown. Well, which girl won't? And I reckon that to be the most motivating tool for my slimming down plan. Haha, the plan that never seems to be working. I will wait. Patiently. Till my not so exactly rich Tintin to save up. However, by then maybe I will need botox too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get engaged in the process of marriage preparation. But it takes him forever to save for the ring. Sobs. Ok. I can't wait to get married. But, I insist on him getting the ring and done up with the proposal FIRST, before we move on to any planning. In another words, I don't want to give him the idea that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I die die definitely will marry him. I have still got my worth and pride to stick up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my marriage desperation. Singapore women's table tennis got into the Olympic Finals! Woots!! Was watching the match against Korea just now. 捏了一把冷汗. At least Singapore manage to get a medal this year. Consider very proud already. Tintin told me finals on next Sunday. But he on night shift. Cannot watch. Hahaha. And he jokingly say wanna throw McChicken. I was so keen on that idea. Still tell him good, I can watch the match with him and stay over his place, next day still can have the whole day go out together. I am evil!! Keke, but being a responsible worker he is, he say will claim off instead, but subject to manpower. Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a steamboat craving now. Hope he brings me for steamboat tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing something to my hair. Wanted all along to try perming. But tintin forbids me to. =( But Nicole keep persuading me to perm with her. So fan! Should I perm and get scolded by tintin and at the same time undertaking the risk of getting a disasterous hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-4739070280537816349?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/4739070280537816349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=4739070280537816349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4739070280537816349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4739070280537816349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4739070280537816349' title='Complains...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1668794582648140098</id><published>2008-08-12T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:40:08.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Elmo boy</title><content type='html'>Saturday was I think the most hectic National Day I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 hours of mahjong at Elle's place. From 2.30p.m all the way to Sunday 6.30 a.m. Break in between for dinner though. The longest session I had in my entire life. Totally drained by he time we ended. And, from the whole heap of chips that I have collected at the beginning, I ended up with only winning 6 bucks. *frown =( And my cabfare from with ru cost each of us 7 bucks. I still have to dao tiap 1 dollar lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I let Mdm Phua played my leg, I had to help babysit Chloe. Was crying non stop at first and Terence managed to carry her and shake till she sleep. And he put her on the sofa when she was asleep. Good time didn't last too long. She slept for the next 45 mins or so, and woke up watching the National Day Parade and playing with her mitten. After a while, she decided to cry. Kept talking to her but she just cried and cried. So, I carried her up and shake her lor. At first when I carried her Noelle damn worried that I will drop her. Haha. Coz I am erm... Clumsy. But... Hee hee nothing happen to her la. Shake shake and shake... And she stopped crying and checked out on her surrounding. That little naughty one is out to torture me I tell you. The moment I stop shaking she will start to cry. Oh My GOD!!! That happened like one billion times. And I decided to put her on my lap and rock, while she, like a queen, watched the parade bleamingly. I thought she engrossed on TV and I stopped. And there she goes crying! 真拿她没办法！A while more later she decided to torture me further by crying even when I sit down! I rock her while standing. No problem. Rock her while sitting. Cry like nobody's business. Until I surrender man. I was at her mercy. Well, the queen's mother decided to take over her after torturing me for half an hour. And my arms actually went soft after I passed her over can. I woke up Sunday afternoon with aching arms, and aching chest muscles. She is power la. Made me her personal rocker slave. Boo hoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hor, tell you, her crying no tears come out one! Just want to cheat me to rock her lor. Basket. But I just can't reject her lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mj I slept for 5 hours and went for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday brought elmo boy to East Coast Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319605362992946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB8dCm_pzI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Frn8-Z0Twww/s320/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319620333156226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB8d6YKN4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/yvD4EZGZP_M/s320/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My two naughty boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319628925460818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB8eaYuYVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Rav58z4Nk3k/s320/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319638244316626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB8e9Gg1dI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/X8AjSpf0afE/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233319645709087682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB8fY6QM8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/cviQYm8zF0g/s320/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He doesn't like to take photos at all. Take out camera only no matter how you call him also won't respond one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233321483921163954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB-KYyKhrI/AAAAAAAAA0o/uI2WL-bbAWg/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233321492877225026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB-K6JdLEI/AAAAAAAAA0w/PG0eC3qRjxA/s320/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233321503632650722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB-LiNv8eI/AAAAAAAAA04/nmXD3uGKOHk/s320/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233321508207023170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB-LzQXVEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/xkTU8MxiW5E/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233321519375605970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB-Mc3KYNI/AAAAAAAAA1I/EPmaAVGu5os/s320/DSC01103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Licking in action!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233323602440365266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKCAFs4gJNI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/FwUKS_16l4Y/s320/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my cute little monster.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233323604600776642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKCAF07lZ8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/JN2K67FW7Nc/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aww... Isn't he sooooo cute in the basket?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233323617649754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKCAGlitASI/AAAAAAAAA1g/aHIQIgE_2oM/s320/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233323646084244098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKCAIPeA4oI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RRrdh7e7KvU/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233323685695268018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKCAKjCBJLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/azypCZ-LlV0/s320/DSC01111.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We rented a bicycle for 2 and put the rascal in the basket. Tintin said he ma chiam like King, can enjoy the breeze. And most of the time, I was too lazy to cycle and difficult to cooperate with his momentum, and I simply put fold my legs while Tintin pedal like mad and still have to look after Elmo who is in front. Haha. So pitiful like that. After that we went from East Coast to West Coast. Haha. To the dog run. And the monkey made the dog chased after him. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was so sad when I returned Elmo. Seeing him wanting to run to us and struggling behind the glass door almost made me cry. So heart wrenching. And I can't bear to turn and leave., while he tried hard to push the glass door. I feel like a bad owner. Making him suffer like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, at least not as heartless as somebody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1668794582648140098?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1668794582648140098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1668794582648140098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1668794582648140098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1668794582648140098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1668794582648140098' title='Outing with Elmo boy'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKB8dCm_pzI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Frn8-Z0Twww/s72-c/DSC01088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7885213403029352727</id><published>2008-08-07T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:16:20.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No money ar no money...</title><content type='html'>Have been uploading the Bali photos on 2 separate occasions. And not yet completed. Still halfway through. So be prepared for the overflooding photos on Bali posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one precious life is dependent on me for survival. I need to cut down on my spending aka shopping. No more implusive buying from online blogs, no more f21 sprees. Sobs. Just last month alone I have spent more than $100 on f21 sprees. Also no more Gucci bag. The tote I wanted to buy can keep him alive and safe for more than 2 months. So dropped the bag idea. I also wanted to sign a IPL package, now contemplating as it is a significant sum of money, that can again, last him for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever amount I spend on myself, I have to think about him. The moment I think about spending a sum of money, it will automatically relate to how long that sum of money can keep him in warmth. And I have to forgo so many things for myself. But definitely, a life is far more precious than the materials that I want to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how small a life is, a life is still a life. It will still have emotions and feelings. It will the feel the hurt inflicted on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have once helped a person who is in need of urgent help, out of good faith. But the person took advantage of my good faith and threw the whole problem to me. And swipe his hands declaring: it is not his problem anymore. Great. It doesn't pay to be nice. Or should I say, being nice can land you into trouble.  Never mind. I believe in karma. Bad karma will befall on him in the future. But I shouldn't say what. God is fair and he has eyes to see. I am nice to people who are nice to me. At the same time, I can be very mean to people who took advantage of my kindness. Once is enough.  If he still has the cheek to contact me again, I promise myself that I will give him a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just makes me fume so much. All the nice impressions and good things about him vanished into thin air, replaced by intense detest and hatred. Just the name alone makes me wanna puke. So, better fuck out of my life. And of coz, thanks for throwing everything to me and wipe your hands off on what ought to be your problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how long your happy scene will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7885213403029352727?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7885213403029352727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7885213403029352727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7885213403029352727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7885213403029352727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7885213403029352727' title='No money ar no money...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-808307595376560619</id><published>2008-07-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:43:09.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am back peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy was totally drained by the time I reached SG at 4 plus in the morning. And I zonked out throughout the 2 hours flight. Surprised at how I managed to wake up when food were served. The power of food. Haha. After eating I went back to lala land immediately, and the next thing I know, the plane was landing already. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I super blur. I all along thought will be touching down SG at 12 plus midnight. So I never take any leave on Wed. Turns out the flight was 12 midnight. I remembered wrongly. How smart. And, flight was delayed for almost an hour. Take off time was also delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ended up I was too tired to go for work, and under the "advice" and persuasion from Tintin and his parents, I took another day's leave. Keke. Was rotting at his house. Napping to replenish my sleep and watching TV and Dvd at night. Cabbed home just before midnight with my barang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali trip was fun with that crazy couple. And Mariane was as clumsy and blur like me. So we compliment each other. Haha. Hopefully, this trip helped to turn back my human clock to a more decent one, as I wake up early everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor dearie and me "lost" quite a sum of money there. So heart pain. But just take it as a good lesson learnt. Beware of the money changers there. Their hands were as fast as lightning. But I didn't say much coz I didn't want him to feel worse. Other than kanna cheated by money changer by a huge sum, tio tok by street vendors, tio ask money for "fine" by traffic police which the "fine" ended up in his own pocket, the rest were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these incidents makes me appreciate Singapore. At least you are safe when you spend your money. And perhaps these are the reasons why their country cannot prosper and true enough, the high corruption rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take it as we spend the 冤枉 amount of money as lesson and experience learnt, and know what to take note next time we go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to post the photos now. And I am hungry. Gonna eat lunch and prepare for work soon. Thinking of work, there are sure lots of stuff to clear for my absence the past few days. Sianz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-808307595376560619?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/808307595376560619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=808307595376560619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/808307595376560619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/808307595376560619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#808307595376560619' title='Back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-164732737259560410</id><published>2008-07-21T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:57:00.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some whinings...</title><content type='html'>I dunno since when this habit started but once in every 2, 3 months, I have the strong urge to spend lavishly, on luxurious goods. And this is bad. Really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curently sitting top on the list is a Gucci canvas tote and a Tiffany &amp;amp; Co Bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tote cost $560 and bracelet $400+...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't splurge so often. But temptation is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, following the cab fare hike in February, now there is another diesel surcharge. Oh great. And this caught me by surprise. Took a cab to tuition on Thursday, and saw the meter started off at $2.80 and a extra charge of $0.30. I kept staring at the metre, assuming that the cabby uncle was trying to cheat me of my $0.30. Haha. When I paid for the fare, he included the $0.30. Indignant, I questioned what was the 30 cents for. He said is diesel surcharge. -_-"' Then I got reminded that I heard from dunno where that there will be this surcharge. Basket. In January whenever I took cab to my tuition, cab fare never exceed $3.50. After the hike it was $4, and now with the diesel charge it's $4.30. I have already told myself that I am going to be a tad hardworking to wake up earlier to take bus to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that only comfort cabs impose this charge. Why I so suay kanna comfort cab?&lt;br /&gt;Then I was telling Wendy, that surely other cab companies will follow suit soon one. I was so right... SMRT cabs will impose the 30 cents starting this Saturday. Once the incumbent implement anything, the rest will sure follow. Let's see if diesel prices decrease, will the cab companies remove the diesel charge. I am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus fares and MRT fares are again on a rise soon. They never stop increasing. Every year at least increase once. I wonder, the increment is to cover increasing operating cost, or increase the profit margin? For other countries, any hikes will bring about riots or strikes. In Singapore, citizens will just whine whine and complain (me too) and LL accept it. So, riots and strikes do have their good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day tintin brought me to bugis for movie. We drove there and ERP charges totalled 3 bucks. I got a shock. One at ECP, one while entering bugis. One car easily can earn $3. Singapore government ver smart hor? Imagine how much they earn by collecting ERP? Their cost? Nil. Or probably at most the cost of setting up the gantry. And the number of ERP gantry keeps on adding. I saw on those circulating email, ERP stands for Every Road Pays. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff complaining and venting my anger at the increasing cost of living, Moving on the happier things. Bali in 4 more days! I endure for one more tues without my tintin, Wed night meet him for Mambo and stay over his place, Thurs go work and immediately off to Bali! Yay!! Our flight is at 6.20 in the morning. So 4 am have to reach airport. I think no need to sleep liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, 16th July 208. Best Mambo since Yr 2008. I still miss the days where Zouk lights on at 3am, Summer rain at 2.30am. Now, wanna wait for those songs? After 3.13am. From 12am to 3.13 am? Fucked up. But of coz music so lousy by the time 2 plus buay tahan go for supper already. Gone were the times I enjoyed each Wed. Now I only complain how cannot make it the music is. And Tintin's detest for the fucked up music makes him forgo Mambo. He now only goes once a month. Like menses. Hahaha. Also gone were the days where he sacrifices his sleep and sometimes take leave just for Mambo. He says it's totally not worth it. Which I agree. Missing the old Mambo with all the combo hits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-164732737259560410?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/164732737259560410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=164732737259560410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/164732737259560410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/164732737259560410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#164732737259560410' title='Just some whinings...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7782344609349909454</id><published>2008-07-19T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:22:23.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My long awaited nasi lemak</title><content type='html'>I was watching XX's guide to life on clicknetwork. And apparently this episode is on whether is there is a difference between a normal dish from a normal hawker stall and a famous dish featured in makan shows with forever queue. Turns out that the chicken rice, hokkien mee, and nasi lemak all can tell the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's not my point. My point is, the Changi Village nasi lemak was one of the test item. And it makes me fume! Why? Coz Tintin Chan said he will buy me that Nasi Lemak since last year September but till now I smell and see no sign of the nasi lemak!! I still remember last year we had a chalet at Aloha Loyang, in the middle of the night I told him I want go eat Changi Village nasi lemak, strong craving. He tired and lazy to go, so told me next time. Now 10 months down the road I am still waiting for his so called next time. Wonder when it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my whole life I have only eaten it twice. The last time when I was still with my ex bf, and if I remembered correctly  he bought the nasi lemak for me. My god it was soooooo nice. And fyi that was 7 freaking years ago. But I can still vividly remember how tasty it was. So tasty that I think I can die for it. No wait. I think my life is much more precious than a packet of nasi lemak. Or maybe I can spend 50 bucks on the packet. That is how strong the craving is and how much I like the nasi lemak. But stupid tintin don't even care. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin Chan! Do you still remember you owe me a packet of Changi Village Nasi Lemak??!! When you want to buy for me or bring me go eat?! I will get real mad if you cheat me ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7782344609349909454?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7782344609349909454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7782344609349909454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7782344609349909454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7782344609349909454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7782344609349909454' title='My long awaited nasi lemak'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1661561790694643721</id><published>2008-07-12T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:42:08.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work and work</title><content type='html'>Work has been stressing quite a fair bit of me these few days. Usually, I didn't eat dinner because I haven't got time to buy. For the whole week I didn't eat because I didn't even have the time to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workload simply pile up at a much higher rate than I clear them. Everyday I step into the office, and I will stone for a few moment because I cannot decide what I want to do first. Everything seems urgent! And not forgetting when I have planned what I wanna do for the day there will be sudden ad hoc stuff for me to handle. Omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this continues I am going to go bonkers soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so freaking looking forward to the Bali trip!! Can't wait to throw all the work aside and immense myself in play and fun. Especially feel so now when I have so much work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let these 2 weeks pass fast and smooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1661561790694643721?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1661561790694643721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1661561790694643721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1661561790694643721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1661561790694643721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1661561790694643721' title='Work work and work'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-3945097716407800703</id><published>2008-07-04T05:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T05:43:02.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa with Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While I was reaching out for the air con control before leaving office just now, I kicked a ring file and the cover screeched against my poor leg. Parts of the skin came off. And that hurts. Especially stings when I bathed. Ouch. Tintin labels me as the Legendary Walking Disaster, of which I detest and refuse to swallow. But time and time, I proved his theory right somehow. *whines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos of me, tintin, and elmo 2 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AOc6xz9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/RvZj2oiQB3A/s1600-h/16062008208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898160217346002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AOc6xz9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/RvZj2oiQB3A/s320/16062008208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AOgJ9CzI/AAAAAAAAAog/wG3zNCFoZiU/s1600-h/16062008209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898161086303026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AOgJ9CzI/AAAAAAAAAog/wG3zNCFoZiU/s320/16062008209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AO-jjosI/AAAAAAAAAoo/oOfyCohq_GM/s1600-h/16062008218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898169246753474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AO-jjosI/AAAAAAAAAoo/oOfyCohq_GM/s320/16062008218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1APeGPw7I/AAAAAAAAAow/WdujQW5XVvE/s1600-h/16062008219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898177713750962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1APeGPw7I/AAAAAAAAAow/WdujQW5XVvE/s320/16062008219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1APoIsiaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yXIK0lKIGkU/s1600-h/16062008220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898180408379810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1APoIsiaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yXIK0lKIGkU/s320/16062008220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1A1Cuu7vI/AAAAAAAAApA/sKzP6324gBU/s1600-h/16062008221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898823202402034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1A1Cuu7vI/AAAAAAAAApA/sKzP6324gBU/s320/16062008221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1A1YVW5NI/AAAAAAAAApI/7vzY7rCojLE/s1600-h/16062008222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898829001549010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1A1YVW5NI/AAAAAAAAApI/7vzY7rCojLE/s320/16062008222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1A10bWBRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UhFk5f3nKpo/s1600-h/16062008223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218898836542850322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1A10bWBRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/UhFk5f3nKpo/s320/16062008223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy is so cute right? (Now which one am I refering to? hee hee) Such a handsome boy he is. After leaving sentosa we brought him to a dog cafe at Mohammad Sultan, for dinner. Seeing such a glutton he is, I ordered a large portion for him to eat his full. His dinner came in a doggy bowl, and he sniffed before taking bites. Great. I thought. I hope he liked it. Then came our human food. Tmd. The moment our food came he shooved his bowl aside, and gave both of us the pitiful innocent look. His bowl of food cost 11 bucks can! And only a quarter eaten. Annoyed, I refused to give him any food and keep pointing to his bowl and pushed it right into his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a stubborn little monster, he persisted. Tintin tried tricking him by "sprinkling" something into his bowl, and he sniffed again eat 2 more mouths, and presented us the innocent look again. We finished the human food up, and though he can't see the table, and knew that we had finished up. So LL, he ate his food. But also didn't eat much. Still left slightly more than a quarter. And I gave up. Waste my $$$ that irritating creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dearest Momo, you might not like whatever I had planned for you, but this is the best that I can provide you. It pains me to decide on this solution but it is currently the best way out for you. Give me some time ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right. I feel so hungry suddenly. But I am sleeping soon. No eating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tintin saved the most hamham pic of him in my phone so that it appears when he calls. And I am going to share with you how comical he look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1EdOYs39I/AAAAAAAAApY/XRmCK01FwTk/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218902812060868562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1EdOYs39I/AAAAAAAAApY/XRmCK01FwTk/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I almost burst out laughing on the bus coz he did the whole thing without my acknowledgement, and this funny pic appeared when he called me. And I commented that he look like a corkster. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, unsatisfied that I made fun of the picture, he took another picture and save it as his ID, again without my knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1FbTr_QsI/AAAAAAAAApg/tv59e3Paeo4/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218903878635832002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1FbTr_QsI/AAAAAAAAApg/tv59e3Paeo4/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one also very funny lor. Haha. But... Just let him be... If he thinks by seeing this pic when he calls makes me happy (it does actually, coz it's just too funny) Thus, currently this pic is still lying the way as it is when it was created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that I am gonna get scolded for this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole week I have only met him once till now. Still hafta wait till Sat evening then can see him. ... I miss his Tintin smell. Haha. And I want to bite him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-3945097716407800703?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/3945097716407800703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=3945097716407800703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3945097716407800703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3945097716407800703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3945097716407800703' title='Sentosa with Elmo'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SG1AOc6xz9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/RvZj2oiQB3A/s72-c/16062008208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5659441255344391450</id><published>2008-07-03T06:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:25:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While waiting for tintin to bathe...</title><content type='html'>Now waiting for my tintin to bathe before he calls me back. And I am feeling sleepy already. He woke up for morning shift liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from cyn there for mj an hour ago. And I lost money again! Boo hoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 times also 3 legs lost to one leg... So unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As instructed by that boy, I went to check for more information on Taiwan. Air ticket is horrendous. $851 per ticket by Singapore Airline. Wah piang! That time I went $600++ nia. *drumming fingers on table As for climate, about 15 degree. Freaking cold can. I was telling tintin sure no clothes to buy one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart pain leh the air ticket... Eva also priced at $600+... And the flight timing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after tintin discuss with Joey and Denzil then see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo tired! *yawns&lt;br /&gt;Later still got tuition. I am a busy woman! But still very poor... Dunno where all my money go to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin bathe so long.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5659441255344391450?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5659441255344391450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5659441255344391450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5659441255344391450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5659441255344391450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5659441255344391450' title='While waiting for tintin to bathe...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7308751247175847245</id><published>2008-06-25T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:27:44.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go Taiwan again!</title><content type='html'>Little tin tin asked me a question just now when I knocked off. He said I will be super happy one. He asked me next year Jan wanna go Taiwan or not! Yay yay yay!!! Of coz I on him!!! I love love Taiwan!!! The shopping... the local delicacies... Yum yum... He said Joey wants to go... So can go together... I so happy can... Hope it is not just talks and no actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been great. But will even be better if I can settle with a new job. Well... same old thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I didn't do much shopping! Hee hee. So pleased with myself. From what I can remember, I only bought 2 tops from m)phosis on Monday, Baby Chloe's present. No more already! No shoes no makeup. I must curb my spending! Though I have spent quite an amount on food this month, consider very good already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tops I ordered from Forever 21 spree have arrived! After so many weeks of waiting. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep, and I can't think of anything to do, and I have just submitted two job applications at UOB and MAS, though I know most likely they won't even reply. ... Never mind... At least I am still trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after some posting to kill time I have decided to force myself to sleep. Good night! (actually morning already)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7308751247175847245?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7308751247175847245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7308751247175847245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7308751247175847245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7308751247175847245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7308751247175847245' title='I wanna go Taiwan again!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1531997696000519922</id><published>2008-06-22T04:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:37:29.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor little soul</title><content type='html'>HOW COULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Jim Willis 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.Whenever I was 'bad', you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you??" -- but then you would relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that togather. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be more perfect. We went for long walks and run in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and dissapointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became "prisoner of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch now was so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and togather we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had changed from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allowed pets. You have made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride when we arrived at the animal shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet, and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me a good home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shooked their heads and said, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedule allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realised I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her, the burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently place a tournique around my foreleg as a tear run down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she understood my dogspeak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above story is meant for you. You heartless creature. He did everything for you. To him, you are his everything. When has he ever not greet you with a wagging tail and spontaneous licks when you came home from work? He follows you everywhere you go. When you watched TV, he lied quietly beside you. When you revised for exams till wee hours, he lied beside your chair and accompanied you. When you eat, he sit beside you and waiting for the chance that you will drop food on the floor where he will gobble it down. When you sleep, he growls and bites anyone who come near you, because he wants to protect you and knows that you are vulnerable when you are sleeping. He barks when he hears anyone at the corridor because he wants to protect your house and ensure your safety, warding off all possible intrusion. All he did when you are at work is to wait patiently for you to return home. When it is time to discipline him, you did not do it well, and thus he could not differentiate the right from wrong. His basic mentality is to do anything to protect you. And he does not know the method he used is wrong. Because you did not train him properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did the best for you. Are you doing your best for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he gets as return is you forsaking him. And you did not even want to give him that last look. To cuddle him and talk to him for the last time. Worse, you even carried the thought of sending him to SPCA, where you knew that he will be put to sleep, because he is no longer as cute and attention catching as puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he is currently staying at a kind generous pet sitter's place, you took that opportunity to kick him out of your house and out of your life. Does he deserves this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see him as a chore and obstacle. Fine. Now you have successfully gotten rid of him. Now you can have the peaceful life you want and unite as a happy family with someone who has been loyal to you all along kicked out. This is what you want. Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor dog whom still think that you are his everything daydream of you all day long, waiting for one day to see you and go home. Even until this point, he refuses to believe that you have abandon him. The person whom he gave his everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Not because I am worried for him. But because I think it is so unworthy for him to give so much for a person and yet the person abandon him. It pains me to see his sad and moody face longing for your return. You have abandoned in such a tactful and genious way. You win. I fell into your trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1531997696000519922?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1531997696000519922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1531997696000519922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1531997696000519922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1531997696000519922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1531997696000519922' title='Poor little soul'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1938375843270218246</id><published>2008-06-13T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:03:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!</title><content type='html'>Princess is happy because Bali's air ticket and hotel have both been booked! Yay! Bali Bali here I come. I am going for the 3 R(s) purposes. Rest Relax Rot! Just thinking about being able to nua on the beach under the sun with a cold drink and ipod makes me wanna fly there immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the beach is clear and beautiful. Hope it's even nicer than Tioman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the atm when I withdraw money everytime, I wonder where I always spend my money. The amount gets lower and lower without me realising it. And it's scary. I feel broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin made me pay for his petrol once twice every month. ... My evil boyfriend. That's another $60 expenses every month. Pouts. And hor I tell you, he super smart. Attempted to ask me pay for his bike's monthly installment. Half half, which of coz I refuse la. Because he should be responsible for his own thing mah. Although I also got sit lar. But he got black beauty before me mah. Then after I rejected he ask me to pay a quarter. Which again I rejected. Next he suggested me to pay for all his petrol cost. He must have thought that I am a numerical dumbo. I shot him a dirty look and say: ISN'T THAT MORE EXPENSIVE THAN PAYING A QUARTER OF THE INSTALLMENT??? And he gave me a cheeky laugh. Basket. Therefore we petrol half half deal. I must be mad offering him that too. Why should I out of nothing agree to take up his responsibility? Machiam think my money nowhere spend. Might as well let them rest in my account right. Bo bianz. He has to save up. And that's at my expenses. Boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can never explain how much I miss my momo boy. If I can, I definitely let him stay with me. Give me some time boy. I will take you back once possible. Wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-1938375843270218246?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/1938375843270218246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=1938375843270218246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1938375843270218246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/1938375843270218246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1938375843270218246' title='Yay!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6031709098575369097</id><published>2008-06-09T01:14:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T04:32:27.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>I had a simple, peaceful and nice birthday with my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over to fatch me at 4 plus in the afternoon, and we headed to Junction 8 to collect my shoes at Charles &amp;amp; Keith. And he surprised me with flowers! (actually kind of expected, haha. But I still love it!!) This time round he bought white roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVcpkBfdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aR1yEITNjo4/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209562450898288082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVcpkBfdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aR1yEITNjo4/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVdDIwtGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mwjq9cAUCuY/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209562457763263586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVdDIwtGI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mwjq9cAUCuY/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVdRNDl2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Tl5oI8ASCmQ/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209562461539374946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVdRNDl2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/Tl5oI8ASCmQ/s320/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVd12wopI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hEe1dXkj0So/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209562471377969810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVd12wopI/AAAAAAAAAf8/hEe1dXkj0So/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to collect the shoes, but I ended up with a crazy shoes spree! I bought 4 pairs of shoes, 3 for myself and 1 for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwZoheF53I/AAAAAAAAAgE/tHAEvvV24I4/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209567052930869106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwZoheF53I/AAAAAAAAAgE/tHAEvvV24I4/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 out of the 3 pairs I bought, the third pair is currently sleeping over at Tintin's place. It's a metallic night dusk heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best of all, I didn't pay for the shoes!! Tintin paid for my 3 shoes! Yay!! He said treat it as a birthday present coz he felt bad not giving me anything on my birthday itself. He is so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwbnYPYc5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/wEjLMpSQLTs/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209569232296637330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwbnYPYc5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/wEjLMpSQLTs/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the 2 pairs of shoes I bought last 2 weeks ago! I totally love all of them!!&lt;/p&gt;As we walked around we saw a creature fair at the atrium and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwbn2pxhOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SFUzDAs4nrQ/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209569240460395746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwbn2pxhOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SFUzDAs4nrQ/s320/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a giant tarantula! And it will move!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis came to look for me to pass me my pressie and get her shoes. Then we went to the arcade and my sis spent some money trying to catch a soft toy from the machine. Spent $5 but couldn't get it, she looked so disappointed and so I gave her another $10 for a few more tries. And at the $12 token, she got it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwdRTeh7rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5DAfKExkh3I/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209571052084129458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwdRTeh7rI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5DAfKExkh3I/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us going down the escalator, with the piglet she just caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so delighted to have caught the piglet, and she said she will give it to me! My sis is so sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my sis left we went for dinner. Tintin bought me to the restaurant called Olive, located at Labrador Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfSAsoxsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qMnj5J7TZuY/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573263246149314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfSAsoxsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qMnj5J7TZuY/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfSmlrLHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8M7uQBubGY8/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573273417493618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfSmlrLHI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8M7uQBubGY8/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfSwhrz8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Lv-eRgssMOk/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573276085112770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfSwhrz8I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Lv-eRgssMOk/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfTNrk-aI/AAAAAAAAAhE/y5n1vp3H8YU/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573283911236002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfTNrk-aI/AAAAAAAAAhE/y5n1vp3H8YU/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfTQWG-vI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XfUBccgSuRU/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209573284626496242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwfTQWG-vI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XfUBccgSuRU/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered escargot, seafood platter as the appetisers, and tenderloin and spagetti vongole as the main courses, and of coz red wine to go with the tenderloin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the escargot was tasty! Taste of butter and garlic seep through and linger in your mouth once you bit. And the taxture was just nice. They were still boiling when served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seafood platter sounded huge, but luckily it only consist of 3 smoked salmon topped with roe, 3 prawns and 3 scallops. Was not bad, fresh, but taste average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to main course. The tenderloin was well cooked! I requested for it to be medium rare. ANd it is just so perfect! Not too bloodly, the outer surface was just nicely done, and inside was juicy and tender. It is very seldom that I come across steak that is so nicely done to the degree I want! Seafood vongole. They were so generous with the clams! The steak was already half into my stomach while Tintin was still de-shelling the clams, and the shells mounted to a huge heap! Clams were fresh, and spices of condiments for the spagetti was very well coordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished the spagetti within a few months coz it was too yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to ordered chocolate fondue. but their chocolate were not available. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkWQW6FSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bCsKMP-Oe7c/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209578833727591714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkWQW6FSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bCsKMP-Oe7c/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkW36pt8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/GGeU1vPtbR4/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209578844346496962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkW36pt8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/GGeU1vPtbR4/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkXW5tVYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KTQL3D4bTb4/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209578852664038786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkXW5tVYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KTQL3D4bTb4/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkXsDg1KI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-sRaUP5Rsf8/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209578858342306978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwkXsDg1KI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-sRaUP5Rsf8/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Coldrock at Holland V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmWFiRaXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/B0UW4aEFl0k/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209581029845723506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmWFiRaXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/B0UW4aEFl0k/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmWy0bIVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WsrU-DFpBmc/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209581042001453394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmWy0bIVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WsrU-DFpBmc/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmXNt3-3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6Xz3Mue4zcA/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209581049221741426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmXNt3-3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/6Xz3Mue4zcA/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmXnD54RI/AAAAAAAAAiM/buvC2UTVw6Y/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209581056025026834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwmXnD54RI/AAAAAAAAAiM/buvC2UTVw6Y/s320/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered "Break the law" Bubblegum flavoured icecream mixed with mini m&amp;amp;m's, marshmellows and our favourite gummy bears! So sweet! We always love their icecream. First time I tried bubblegum flavoured icecream. I always thought it will be artifially flavoured, with those typical bubblegum taste, that I totally hate. But I was wrong! It tastes so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing up the icecream we headed to Gallery Hotel, where we have already booked the room for a night. Tintin made me wait outside the room while he set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpLRGmYBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2U0sAKHElu0/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584142507204626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpLRGmYBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/2U0sAKHElu0/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpL5k2osI/AAAAAAAAAic/cgb-qikfDp8/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584153371517634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpL5k2osI/AAAAAAAAAic/cgb-qikfDp8/s320/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpMEDtfZI/AAAAAAAAAik/2QTJMV8oE48/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584156185296274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpMEDtfZI/AAAAAAAAAik/2QTJMV8oE48/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpMq5muFI/AAAAAAAAAis/pyKJspZ_tGs/s1600-h/DSC00710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584166611892306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpMq5muFI/AAAAAAAAAis/pyKJspZ_tGs/s320/DSC00710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpM1FIclI/AAAAAAAAAi0/aCHwg6dVysQ/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209584169344594514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwpM1FIclI/AAAAAAAAAi0/aCHwg6dVysQ/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrBM5hRuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zvMMHzI1Vf4/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586168603166434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrBM5hRuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zvMMHzI1Vf4/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrBWsaVVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wuRNkPOmpuw/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586171232539986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrBWsaVVI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wuRNkPOmpuw/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrBockTpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_-T8L6lL5Mg/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586175997922962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrBockTpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_-T8L6lL5Mg/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrCV9d61I/AAAAAAAAAjU/reCkQ90xebk/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586188215511890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrCV9d61I/AAAAAAAAAjU/reCkQ90xebk/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did all the flower deco and candles. And blew up ballons that were supposed to be heart shapes but erm... turn out otherwise. Haha. I gave him a Polo tee for the anni, and he tried it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrCsBcmKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SzKrFPLFKqE/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209586194137782434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwrCsBcmKI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SzKrFPLFKqE/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvTPb0v6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Fh_wz41uc48/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209590876568076194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvTPb0v6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Fh_wz41uc48/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvTY1b9vI/AAAAAAAAAkc/__GViPqqN6U/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209590879091422962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvTY1b9vI/AAAAAAAAAkc/__GViPqqN6U/s320/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite number 3 player. And see his slender figure. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvR8zCDKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qM9rhVV4_0U/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209590854385274018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvR8zCDKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qM9rhVV4_0U/s320/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvSgpwwAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/9NnNdLhupjs/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209590864010067970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvSgpwwAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/9NnNdLhupjs/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flowers, my pressie bag, the 2 supoosedly heart shaped ballons and nice flower petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvSaEak8I/AAAAAAAAAkE/iTrM5BAda28/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209590862242812866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwvSaEak8I/AAAAAAAAAkE/iTrM5BAda28/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a dvd marathon for the rest of the night, watching Horton and Borat. Tintin knocked out during Borat coz he found it boring and he only had 2 hours of sleep after his night shift before meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I kick him out of the bed for breakfast! After the lesson learnt went we missed breakfast at Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwyNm_RwyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Fc2dcDpEzBo/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209594078346461986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwyNm_RwyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Fc2dcDpEzBo/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwyOB_IFWI/AAAAAAAAAks/lkihv1wVHvk/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209594085593584994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwyOB_IFWI/AAAAAAAAAks/lkihv1wVHvk/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh clever me forgot to bring clothes to change. Ended up wearing the same thing. And I looked horrible without any makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was plain. Not much variety as you can see. Luckily it's complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the room to catch some more sleep before checking out. I got no jacket with me, so the bathrobe become my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0rX1qcJI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sc0KUTWfYrQ/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596788698935442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0rX1qcJI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sc0KUTWfYrQ/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0rzYyTpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uK97-hj1eAw/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596796094008978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0rzYyTpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/uK97-hj1eAw/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely sis and bro got me the seven dwarfs! And I am the snow white yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0sJq1QZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4I2Q1znFicY/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596802075279762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0sJq1QZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4I2Q1znFicY/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0sUIoRLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/boQc3h8F8Ao/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596804884612274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0sUIoRLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/boQc3h8F8Ao/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0sjrX4EI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_wzEuwcjYrY/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596809056870466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw0sjrX4EI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_wzEuwcjYrY/s320/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw1zQ4FGbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/K5wHMMPKNiw/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209598023780604338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw1zQ4FGbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/K5wHMMPKNiw/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw10F6gNVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/sCkP74WCTXA/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209598038017848658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw10F6gNVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/sCkP74WCTXA/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pail is exclusively for cigarette butts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out, Tintin brought me To Singapore Discovery Centre. Coz I haven't been there before and when we wanted to go there months back, we realised it was closed on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3veiuk6I/AAAAAAAAAls/vepAZHvW0Fs/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600157752923042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3veiuk6I/AAAAAAAAAls/vepAZHvW0Fs/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3vwfCyHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CiKasimRqyQ/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600162569308274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3vwfCyHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/CiKasimRqyQ/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3wftmHCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xwS-XdAq6KE/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600175246810146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3wftmHCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xwS-XdAq6KE/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3wm5Je4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/1v7W4z3mjIA/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600177174313858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3wm5Je4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/1v7W4z3mjIA/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3w6-rRtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/61Cw7Yrv5SE/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600182566209234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw3w6-rRtI/AAAAAAAAAmM/61Cw7Yrv5SE/s320/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin went shooting. Those flat ants are what my Tintin has shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw59Dqj4-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/UUkpJKUSRyw/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209602590079443938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw59Dqj4-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/UUkpJKUSRyw/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw59iXVVdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/AjWPiFH7XtU/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209602598320297426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw59iXVVdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/AjWPiFH7XtU/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw599-n4fI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SjE2Oin95uA/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209602605732848114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw599-n4fI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SjE2Oin95uA/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw5-k2S2AI/AAAAAAAAAms/Sp94avk2snQ/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209602616166897666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw5-k2S2AI/AAAAAAAAAms/Sp94avk2snQ/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw5_ZodhaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gUIxHL7bcik/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209602630335956386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw5_ZodhaI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gUIxHL7bcik/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw7qXP0zkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/LKiHRKAuHcc/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209604467941756482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw7qXP0zkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/LKiHRKAuHcc/s320/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After roaming around we went for a short bus tour at SAFTI, and watched a 2D movie on piloting. SDC was not as fun as I thought it would be... Science Centre more fun. It's call about racial harmony, how Singapore developed, technologies, terrorism. Those typical school excursion place you know? For moral education. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After SDC we went home (now become my home liao, haha) while I napped and he played his fav Viwawa. Woke up at 8 plus and went down for dinner. Had curry fish head. And Ah Choo joined us. Finishing dinner, we went Cine to catch a movie with Crix. Bought tixs for Narnia: Prince Caspian. All thanks to Ah Choo and Crix that I was able to watch that movie coz Tintin wasn't into Narnia. Hee hee. It's nice I think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the show me and Tintin left for Sin Ming for prawning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw-o0KlL6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/b9n6Gje5cIY/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209607739879534498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw-o0KlL6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/b9n6Gje5cIY/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw-pS5K9-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q7e_mt3yRhU/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209607748128012258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw-pS5K9-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/Q7e_mt3yRhU/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin first prawn of the night, and the miserable prawn that I caught. Only half my palm's length lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prawning Tintin went to return the car back to Chee Keong while I facebook-ed, and he came back an hour later. Both of us were so tired that we knocked out straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sadly, I went back to work .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw-p9B_OmI/AAAAAAAAAns/7Boz2y2y-Yc/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209607759439280738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEw-p9B_OmI/AAAAAAAAAns/7Boz2y2y-Yc/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday pressie from my lovely colleagues Ah Biah, Xiao De and Rina. Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz thanking Bz and Ladyboss for the wonderful dinner at New York X 2, and as well as the many well wishes from you people like Karhwee, Elaine, Phyllis, Mylene, Kristy, Chenhao, Edwin and many many more! Needless to say including my 3 girlies Fen, Elle and Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you made my birthday a contented and memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you my dear Tintin for the effort, time and presents. Happy 2 year anni. I LOVE YOU!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6031709098575369097?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6031709098575369097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6031709098575369097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6031709098575369097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6031709098575369097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6031709098575369097' title='My birthday celebration'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEwVcpkBfdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aR1yEITNjo4/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5278464072551539944</id><published>2008-06-02T03:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:37:24.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>First thing! Happy Birthday to me me and me! Love myself so much la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing! Happy 2 year anniversary my dear little boy! I dun care how much it irritates you by calling you little boy. I like! Coz you are a little boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be such a happy day. I hope he doesn't make me cry like last year. (Cry as in quarrel, not touched till cry hor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I wanna complain! Damn pissed off la! Saturday I went to work as usual, late as usual, took a train as usual. Dun normally find a seat on trains during weekend, so I always stand in the middle of each capsule, or whatever you call that. So whole row of seat in front of me, occupied. Standing directly in front of me was a man, guess in his twenties, playing psp. Instead of playing his stupid game, he keep raising his head up to glance at me. So annoying. Then, after awhile, he decided to keep his psp. In my heart I was thinking "wah he is getting off soon, can take over his seat. Damn song." But... he didn't alight. Rather, took out earpiece and dunno do whatever shit. Disappointed, I took out my DS play sodoku. Super difficult la the puzzle. Then from the corner of my eye I saw him taking out a gadget and holding it at his chin level. I took a quick glance and thought it was ipod(coz just nice earphones on), and continued my sodoku. Train stopped at AMK and all those grumbling of the train ceased. Then, to my greatest dismay, I heard the sound of handphone camera snapping!!! Fuck man. I stole a glance and that was not a fucking ipod but a sony ericsson phone! At that moment I didn't dare do anything la. Coz I scared he might be some physcotic or what... And pretend nothing happen although I fucking know obviously he was taking pictures of me!!! And he alighted the next station at Bishan. Bastard la! So dulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached office told Adrian Cheng. Stupid Cheng say he is gonna go sggirls or whatever related website to see got my pic or not! Irritating!! I feel so invaded leh. If really post up... I will faint. Too bad I already forget how he looks like. Like ma chiam sexually assaulted feeling can. CB. Luckily I wasn't wearing anything revealing. I hope that fucker lost his handphone at J8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work meet up with Phyllis, Liyan and Elaine. Went MOS!! I so long never meet them already. And so long never club already. So happy. We had a fun time there. Alcohol makes me dance to even house music. ... 7 pax, 9 jugs of alcohol... Hard to stay bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnB2azNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CqzSO3CvaPI/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006264682007762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnB2azNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CqzSO3CvaPI/s200/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnR2azOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/jlfyAu5QOys/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006268976975074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnR2azOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/jlfyAu5QOys/s200/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnh2azPI/AAAAAAAAAec/FofKbzXwntU/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006273271942386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnh2azPI/AAAAAAAAAec/FofKbzXwntU/s200/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnx2azQI/AAAAAAAAAek/x28S-sopGTs/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006277566909698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnx2azQI/AAAAAAAAAek/x28S-sopGTs/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnx2azRI/AAAAAAAAAes/TvHchIh8yIA/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006277566909714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnx2azRI/AAAAAAAAAes/TvHchIh8yIA/s200/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBPx2azSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pLP2S1DgWu0/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006964761677090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBPx2azSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pLP2S1DgWu0/s200/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBPx2azTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F7m4Cz_jl8s/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006964761677106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBPx2azTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/F7m4Cz_jl8s/s200/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBQB2azUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hI9o8N8RsWY/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006969056644418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBQB2azUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hI9o8N8RsWY/s200/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBQx2azVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/coUm-2Kv4Zo/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006981941546322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMBQx2azVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/coUm-2Kv4Zo/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha... All me! In MOS toilet, while waiting for Liyan to puke finish! I love to talk pictures of myself!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group photos up next time after I have consolidated the pics from their phones and cams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now I went AMK hub's New York New York to have a sort of birthday dinner with Bz, Ladyboss, Ken and Sis. The wings are so yummy. And as usual, over ordered. And we played 综集密码 loser eat one item. I kenna 3 times. Tummy almost exploded. And, Bz showed me something that made me burst out loud like a mad woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we went to see the real thing that made me laugh till cry during dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMFFh2azWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6IzAWGVLp9Q/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207011186714529122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMFFh2azWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6IzAWGVLp9Q/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMFGB2azXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zVXqfl74XQQ/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207011195304463730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMFGB2azXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zVXqfl74XQQ/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very difficult to pose pretty beside the banner, coz alot of passerby looking and I keep bursting out. So paiseh and hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look like my tintin or not!!! I cannot believe my eyes man! I think 90% alike! Tintin I have found you a second bro! At first when ladyboss and Bz told me the banner got a guy look like tintin I didn't give it much thought. Until Bz bluetooth me the pic he took!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since when my little boy become a maths specialist??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think he is gonna kill me for doing this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5278464072551539944?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5278464072551539944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5278464072551539944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5278464072551539944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5278464072551539944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5278464072551539944' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SEMAnB2azNI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CqzSO3CvaPI/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5105106538787139568</id><published>2008-05-30T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:32:56.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored bored bored...</title><content type='html'>I am so bored at home... *grunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. The soap opera saga was blown to an end. I hope no sequel occurs as promised. No doubt, some things can be forgiven but it will never be erased off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to my birthday and our 2nd year anni. Woots!! We have already booked a room at Gallery hotel, all thanks to Marianne!! And he has already given me my pressie! A Gucci messenger bag. I super heart it! I was showing and telling him about the bag and he so 爽快 tell me he will buy for me if I like it. At first I thought he was joking as he has never been approving when I indulge in expensive stuff. Usually I ended up with naggings and scoldings. But now he is telling me that he will buy the bag for me. I huh-ed in disbelief, and he said was for my birthday and anni. So of coz I quickly agreed and made him pay before he changed his mind. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats for dinner on Monday. So looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so broke by the 4th day of GSS. Spent $100 on m)phosis sale so far, I successfully grabbed 2 cropped pants, one dress, one jumper skirt and one romper. All in small size!! And the other day I went to the jewellery shop coz my earring backing dropped off and I didn't even know. Luckily my sis stepped on the earring in the bathroom. Subsequently mummy and I searched high and low for the backing but it went too lost. No choice have to get it replaced. And the step into the shop made me spent close to $500 on another pair of earrings. Boo hoo hoo... Coz I have always leave my ear holes blank and I reckon it too dull. Must add on some bling bling, but my ears are either too sensitive for street purchased studs (even my ears know how to choose good stuff), or I will 不知不觉 take them off. So might as well buy something that I will really wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, I went to buy his present. Another few hundred gone. Still cannot disclose how much and what is it. Coz I am keeping him in suspense. And he bug me everyday to tell him what is it! That little boy. I think he will like it. *bleams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I went Charles and Keith and both pairs of shoes I like were out of sizes, so I had asked the salesgirl to keep me check for other outlets. The shop was super busy then, and she told me to leave down my contact number and she will call me back after she checked coz she had to attend to other customers. Being a nice and reasonable customer, I told her I can understand and will wait for her call. She informed me that she will call me later at night or the next day. I wait and wait. NOW THURSDAY OVER ALREADY SHE STILL HAVEN CALL!!! Super angry can. I really like that 2 pairs of shoes lor. To the extent that I don't care which outlet has them and I will go and buy if they still carry the items. C&amp;amp;K don't do transfer. Which can be quite a hassle. Busy with work these few days. If not I sure go down and SCREAM!!! I am not being annoying, now I am not getting what I was promised, and I still gave a leeway for 2 days, and I am being treated like a fool for being nice! My poor shoes can be gone anytime due to their inefficiency. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I bought another 2 pairs last 2 weeks, and I super love them. They look so lovely for my feet! He doesn't like one pair though. Coz it is something like clogs and he thinks that is a pair of noisy shoes. But I don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one day I should just take a picture of all my shoes. I think that will look so satisfying. Hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5105106538787139568?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5105106538787139568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5105106538787139568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5105106538787139568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5105106538787139568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5105106538787139568' title='Bored bored bored...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7993748844826105291</id><published>2008-05-26T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:42:44.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addictios...</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce my new addictions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp7TF6jnfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NYUJN1Nq5gc/s1600-h/1_271238812l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204607887315541490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp7TF6jnfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NYUJN1Nq5gc/s320/1_271238812l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp6xl6jncI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5WL5gyquEvY/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204607311789923778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp6xl6jncI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5WL5gyquEvY/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Damien!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp6x16jndI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sqPDHHU57tI/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204607316084891090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp6x16jndI/AAAAAAAAAdM/sqPDHHU57tI/s320/DSC00666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp6yF6jneI/AAAAAAAAAdU/701itmNg_CM/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204607320379858402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp6yF6jneI/AAAAAAAAAdU/701itmNg_CM/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby --!!! (Name to be confirmed after master's consultation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a week apart!!! I so so so so so love them leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Damien and Val at KK. Baby just left the ward before I reached, and I got no chance to catch a glimpse of him! Bu nice Daddy Felix went to the nursery to fetch him to meet me and fen. He is very funny can. All the way asleep. But sleep also can have many many cute expressions! Twitching his mouth, sniffing the nose, once a while peeped at the surroundings. I went gaga seeing him la! Until I不舍得 leave the hospital lor. Too bad I need to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday just went to see Baby -- at Endy's place. That Mdm Phua give birth next day discharge already. Super efficient. Baby also sleeping when I reach. Sianz! Why babies see me wanna sleep leh? She is so tiny. So princessy. Alot of hair! Big eyes! Long lashes! She will grow up to be a chio bu who will sweep guys off their feet! I so love her. My god daughter!! She cried when she wanted feeding. And Hui passed her to me when she prepared the milk. Omg I carried her!! At first very scared coz she look so fragile and I have minimal experience carrying babies... Let alone newborns. She cried and cried in my arms, and I kept talking to her and pat her till she stop crying for awhile. So satisfying leh the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are really so adorable! I really melt seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes me wonder, when will I have my own babies? But just thinking about the delivery process makes me shiver. Men most shiok one. Do already then happily wait in anticipation for 10 months to see the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is me cam whoring.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD-16jngI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dXJJe1-6KnU/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204617435027840514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD-16jngI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dXJJe1-6KnU/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under my block... On the way to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD_V6jnhI/AAAAAAAAAds/MaFJ8MNYjtM/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204617443617775122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD_V6jnhI/AAAAAAAAAds/MaFJ8MNYjtM/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD_V6jniI/AAAAAAAAAd0/b4amlKW4rJE/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204617443617775138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD_V6jniI/AAAAAAAAAd0/b4amlKW4rJE/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grand Copthorne toilet on Vesak Day's eve, while waiting for Crix to reach Zouk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD_16jnjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tivPGIAnTGA/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204617452207709746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqD_16jnjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tivPGIAnTGA/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqEAF6jnkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/WzZHoqOEvNQ/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204617456502677058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDqEAF6jnkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/WzZHoqOEvNQ/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Black beauty...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okie that's all... Need to transfer money for spree and prepare myself to meet him. He is gonna bring me to Sakura for buffet dinner I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/12253740-7993748844826105291?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7993748844826105291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7993748844826105291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7993748844826105291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7993748844826105291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7993748844826105291' title='My new addictios...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SDp7TF6jnfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NYUJN1Nq5gc/s72-c/1_271238812l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-9038366490735516846</id><published>2008-05-16T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:04:26.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still miss you, I like you too, Will you be my XXX girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>I get so tired seeing the same message over and over again. Until a point where I can already memorise the whole dialogue. But tears just fall uncontrollably whenever I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, I thought that I have known him well enough. So well enough that I am willing to entrust my life long happiness to him. Believing that he is the one who will take care, love and protect me. I am just waiting for the day to say yes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am just so wrong, so so fucking wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not the person whom I think he is. Suddenly he feels like a stranger to me. So distant that I cannot even understand what he is thinking. 3 fucking years that I have known him. And I cannot imagine that he is actually so 恐怖.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to do. So many plans ahead. But all those beautiful pictures are smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he had never intrude into my life, will I be happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving a person so much is so painful, I will rather do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最深爱的人伤我却是最深。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt: Women's sixth sense is damn fucking accurate.&lt;br /&gt;                            No man in this whole fucking world can be trusted. No man. Absolutely no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no trust, how can there be a relationship? That has been my rationale all along. The most basic foundation of a relationship is simply trust. A relationship is built on trust. Am I wrong about this? I gave him my 100% trust. The return is unforgettable pain and hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-9038366490735516846?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/9038366490735516846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=9038366490735516846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/9038366490735516846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/9038366490735516846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#9038366490735516846' title='I still miss you, I like you too, Will you be my XXX girlfriend?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-8356815913045821905</id><published>2008-05-12T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:22:25.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他。。。</title><content type='html'>难道这世上就没有童话故事般的爱情吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为我找到了。他虽然没有白马，没有大大的堡垒，没有帅气的脸孔，但他有一颗爱我，疼我，保护我的真心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这样就以足够了。就凭他的心，我愿意把我一生托付给他。因为我知道他能给我幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他对我的好，众所周知，每个人常认定总是我在欺负他，他常令我摆布。但这是我们之间的沟通方式。我偶尔也会让让他，宠宠他。只是我不从把这些举动在别人面前表露出来。也因此，我心中不能忍受一丝丝的错误。在我心目中，他不会让我受伤，更不会让我难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，我发现到他骗了我，我还能让自己再百分百地相信他吗？我对他过去所有的判断还会成立吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个没有互相信任的爱情，能够维持多久？能够一起思守到老吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果他真的那么爱我，他根本不会做出会伤害我的事情。一件都不会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好希望我对他的猜疑是错误的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们两人之间美丽的童话故事会继续吗？还是就快到了尽头？他，真的是我的将来吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-8356815913045821905?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/8356815913045821905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=8356815913045821905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8356815913045821905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8356815913045821905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8356815913045821905' title='他。。。'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7410249633547366561</id><published>2008-05-02T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:23:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>It will be exactly one month down to a very important day. YES MY BIRTHDAY!!! Can't believe that it is soon to be half of 2008 gone and I am gonna be 25! I am getting old. And I sort of feel dejected thinking about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, what will that naughty Tintin give me for my birthday? It is also our 2nd year anni. And it is the first time ever in my whole life to celebrate 2nd anniversary with a boyfriend. Yes. None of my past relationship lasted for 2 years. Congratulations to Tintin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first know each other on my birthday, and we got together too on my birthday. Maybe Tintin is god's birthday present for me. He is here to irritate me for life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I will be receiving 2 pressies right darling?? Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already asked him several times where he's gonna bring me and what he is giving me. He leaves me no clues. Kns. But... This boy can't keep surprises... Hahaha... He got surprises but he always can't wait and pi chiak his own lobang. However I guess he has learnt to surpress the excitement to himself recently. Never mind although I am anixious to know but I love surprises too! I hope it's fun!!! I am so looking forward can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pray all goes well&lt;br /&gt;And I will be soon officially in my mid twenties. I don't like that idea the tiniest bit. *pouts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7410249633547366561?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7410249633547366561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7410249633547366561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7410249633547366561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7410249633547366561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7410249633547366561' title='My birthday is coming!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-8587153967424578301</id><published>2008-04-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T03:51:19.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so so lost</title><content type='html'>I feel so lost. I don't know what the fuck I am doing with my life. I am supposed to leave my curent job after I was done with my final exams last july. Now after 8 months I am still at my current job. It is not that I do not want to leave. Not that I never try finding other jobs. I have gone to bank's website to submit applications, tried calling up agents and sent my resume online, asked around and submit resume to those friends' recommendation. And none replied. None even arranged for an interview. This is so depressing you know. I know I am not trying hard enough and putting in my total effort. But at least if there are replies they keep me motivated to try even hard and assure that I am on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my current job is not too bad. Perhaps that explains for the fact that I am not trying hard enough. I am kind of in this comfortable zone, everyday wake up in the afternoon, go for work (sometimes tuition before my work), knock off, meet either Tintin or hotlink amd make merry, go home surf net, and sleep in the morning at 6am. It's like my daily routine. And the working hours enable me to meet Tintin often and spend alot of time together. I have nice colleagues like Wendy, Cyn and Ah Biah where we can joke, gossip and laugh about anything under the sun. Salary wise is still ok. A few hundred bucks lesser than what I will get if I pursue a better position. Workscope wise is still manageable, just that at times will get a little stressed up and lost for travel arrangements. But recently after Ah Biah wash her hands off travel, my work has been piling up. *frown And sometimes I've got to talk and entertain crazy people (like my recent Mabel, and lots more that I have already forgotten). They always make me feel absurd and worked up. Those aside, actually my job is alot relaxed as compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it makes me feel so lost. I feel that I am not growing to achieve better things. There is no goals in life, no passion, no motivation. I must pursue a career where there is space for me to develop and mould myself into a working adult that faces challenges in work, promotions, bonus. Which my current job does not provide. I will not be satisfied in this current job although it is way too comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like quitting my job so as to push myself harder to look for new jobs. As a greater sense of urgency. But thinking about the lost in income makes me brushed away the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do so much more in life. Now, I am just living everyday happily, waiting for Tintin to marry me (haha), and nothing else. Life is simple. Yes. But I know myself. I am not the kind of person who is contented with easy tasks, average pay, simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet new challenges, new goals, higher living standards, climbing up the corporate ladder. That is what I look forward and see myself in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Can anyone help me or instruct me what to do? I really think I need to find a new job before the new batch of graduates finish their exams and get poured into the working society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-8587153967424578301?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/8587153967424578301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=8587153967424578301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8587153967424578301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8587153967424578301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8587153967424578301' title='I am so so lost'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6475552068770196456</id><published>2008-04-16T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:30:15.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa KM8 31 Mar 2008</title><content type='html'>Baby boy brought me to Sentosa last 2 weeks ago on my offday. Came to pick me up in the late morning and ate lunch at the nearby coffeeshop. When we reached Sentosa, he was on his way to KM8 while I suggested trying Cafe Del Mar(CDM) as I have never been there before. He rolled his eyes, and blamed me for not saying early. So off we go the roundabout to U turn for Cafe Del Mar. Then after while he said CDM difficult to park, must walk very far, park the beach carpark still must pay $$$, so KM8 can anot... I ok lor... So we roundabout again to KM8. Machiam never go roundabout before lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about this Tintin hor, is that once he tried and affirmed that this particular thing is good, forever he will stick to this item. Even if you tell him another item is better or comparable, he wil reject you flat in the face and tell you he will still prefer the original item. Without even asking or trying the alternative. Very straight one la him. Which is totally the opposite of me. Eg, even I find this brand of compact powder or anything I bought is good, I will still buy another brand in hope of better suitability. You never try you will never know mah. And keep using the same thing and doing things the same way not sianz meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back on the track. Anyway, we found a nice spot and rot there. Ordered a jug of drink and relax under the clouds. NO SUN THAT DAY. So disappointing. To make things worse, no swimming in the sea coz of oil spill. Double sianz. Michael joined us after that, and 3 of us simply rot and gossiped. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWPJJZCSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rwr48Ee_S_Q/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189578595023522082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWPJJZCSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rwr48Ee_S_Q/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWQJJZCTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/CE18LMTqfy4/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189578612203391282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWQJJZCTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/CE18LMTqfy4/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWQpJZCUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cqXlamtMkPc/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189578620793325890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWQpJZCUI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cqXlamtMkPc/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWQ5JZCVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZiTFsV5I70c/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189578625088293202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWQ5JZCVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZiTFsV5I70c/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWRpJZCWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0Hyi87M-lfM/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189578637973195106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWRpJZCWI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0Hyi87M-lfM/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhi5JZCXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ximuOPfWRvg/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189591028953844082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhi5JZCXI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ximuOPfWRvg/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhjZJZCYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_X5I0e-f4So/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189591037543778690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhjZJZCYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_X5I0e-f4So/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhj5JZCZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lIBOw8Ysyy8/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189591046133713298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhj5JZCZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lIBOw8Ysyy8/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhkpJZCaI/AAAAAAAAAck/Rf8dbJOHY1g/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189591059018615202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhkpJZCaI/AAAAAAAAAck/Rf8dbJOHY1g/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhk5JZCbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/t2aPiaxNYbA/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189591063313582514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUhk5JZCbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/t2aPiaxNYbA/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little boy is so resourceful that he can play with anything he sees, be it a towel, umbrella, or comb. Sometimes I see him I also want to faint. If next time our son be like him ... ok I can't imagine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we saw a dog name Champion, and his facial expression is exactly like Elmo. Even Tintin said so. I have never ever seen a dog that look so much like Elmo, not even the same breed from the silky family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUkLZJZCcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hyU8zWLCR68/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189593923761801666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUkLZJZCcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hyU8zWLCR68/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUkL5JZCdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4YwtrGy78FA/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189593932351736274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUkL5JZCdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4YwtrGy78FA/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Champion makes me miss Elmo so much. I wonder when will I have the chance to see him again. My boy, if I can and if I have the opportunity, I definitely will take you with me. Mummy misses you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might be the naughtiest dog you have ever come across, but from those naughty acts you are able to find the intelligence in him. He follows you everywhere around the house, but once you see a puddle of urine on the floor, before you can even turn and look at him, he has already ran away. He knows he is not suppose to urine on the bed, make him angry and he will just purposely do it. He knows when I am sad. I dunno why. When I am sad he will come and sayang me, and try to act cute. When I cry he wipes(licks) away my tears. When I am wounded or in pain he tries to make me feel better by licking the wound. He might be unreasonable and stubborn at times( how come sound like me), but he is also the most caring dog. I have not seen him for a billion years, and he is growing old. Might not be as agile as his younger days. Years has passed and my Elmo is already 6 years old. I really hope that I can see him soon and he still remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after Sentosa, we met up with Cat and Crix for dinner at Seoul Garden. I dared Tintin to eat what he labelled as gruesome ladyfinger, with the reward of me paying the bill for the next 3 outings. He insisted on 5 since he was making a huge sacrifice, and after some negotiation and compromising we both agreed on 4. He tried eating the ladyfinger for at least 15 minutes, with much hesitation and reluctance. But for the sake of the 4 outings, he braved up all his courage and stuffed the ladyfinger inside his mouth. The whole process was darn funny la. But poor me had to pay for the outings. The damn ladyfinger is worth alot of money can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIist Outing: Dinner at Swenson's followed by movie Semi-Pro. Spent $80++&lt;br /&gt;Second Outing: Dinner at KFC(my suggestion to cut my cost, haha) and movie Untraceable. Spent $35++&lt;br /&gt;Third Outing: Dinner at Rabbit Brand eating house and mj at Crix place, and then supper at Mac. Spent $34.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Outing: Dinner at HK cafe and KTV at Party World. Spent $75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total $224.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid ladyfinger is worth $224 leh. Heartpain. Then Tintin said I very stingy. Haha. And that I should know how much he always has to spend when we are out together. (^)*_$%&amp;amp;$&amp;amp;) Stupid Tintin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6475552068770196456?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6475552068770196456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6475552068770196456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6475552068770196456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6475552068770196456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6475552068770196456' title='Sentosa KM8 31 Mar 2008'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SAUWPJJZCSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rwr48Ee_S_Q/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2460674147710545601</id><published>2008-04-06T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:21:51.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Trip yr 2008</title><content type='html'>I have heaps, and I really mean by heaps of photos with me now. But I am damn lazy to post. So lazy that I dread blogging. Partly explains the serious lack of updates. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just let me dig through my photos folder and see what we have got here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok here's one. Valentines' Day (like 2 month back??) *blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin brought me to Jack's Place at Great World. I forgot what main course we ordered. I think I ordered steak while he had lobster But the Lobster Bisque and Escargot were damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8PCJp7I/AAAAAAAAANk/NhrSA5OjnHc/s1600-h/camera+photos+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185842129675069362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8PCJp7I/AAAAAAAAANk/NhrSA5OjnHc/s320/camera+photos+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8vCJp8I/AAAAAAAAANs/6S2IbtuiCwo/s1600-h/camera+photos+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185842138265003970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8vCJp8I/AAAAAAAAANs/6S2IbtuiCwo/s320/camera+photos+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8PCJp7I/AAAAAAAAANk/NhrSA5OjnHc/s1600-h/camera+photos+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8_CJp9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zdsr1EYu8kE/s1600-h/camera+photos+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185842142559971282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8_CJp9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zdsr1EYu8kE/s320/camera+photos+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP9PCJp-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/qbm_5bGrLP8/s1600-h/camera+photos+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185842146854938594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP9PCJp-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/qbm_5bGrLP8/s320/camera+photos+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8_CJp9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zdsr1EYu8kE/s1600-h/camera+photos+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP9fCJp_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/b8UpU3DR8Bg/s1600-h/camera+photos+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185842151149905906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP9fCJp_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/b8UpU3DR8Bg/s320/camera+photos+057." /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR4vCJqCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1-0LbaOXYM8/s1600-h/camera+photos+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185844268568782882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR4vCJqCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1-0LbaOXYM8/s320/camera+photos+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR3_CJqAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NAV6xtbmae0/s1600-h/camera+photos+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185844255683880962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR3_CJqAI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NAV6xtbmae0/s320/camera+photos+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR4fCJqBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LCrBko_IBLg/s1600-h/camera+photos+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185844264273815570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR4fCJqBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LCrBko_IBLg/s320/camera+photos+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he brought me to Night Safari. Pics inside there were rather dim, so I shan't post them up. Lazy also la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR4_CJqDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tohmFfLwyx4/s1600-h/camera+photos+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185844272863750194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR4_CJqDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tohmFfLwyx4/s320/camera+photos+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR5PCJqEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vMkj5IhEkjg/s1600-h/camera+photos+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185844277158717506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fR5PCJqEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vMkj5IhEkjg/s320/camera+photos+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fTi_CJqFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/82IvrqiuFLY/s1600-h/camera+photos+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185846093929883730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fTi_CJqFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/82IvrqiuFLY/s320/camera+photos+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fTjPCJqGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gnJXuvpQwaM/s1600-h/camera+photos+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185846098224851042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fTjPCJqGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gnJXuvpQwaM/s320/camera+photos+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fTjvCJqHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/maer2sWfcAQ/s1600-h/camera+photos+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185846106814785650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fTjvCJqHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/maer2sWfcAQ/s320/camera+photos+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha my little boy is so cute. And here is the pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad photos are still inside my camera's memory (yeah clever me brought a camera without memory stick inside) wait till I search for the cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... Bangkok trip with Crix and Marianne. We had a hellava good time there. Everyday walk walk eat eat. And I really must comment on the hotel. It was damn nice and cosy can! Pullman King Power. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to Crix house after work and we played mj all the way till morning and his mum sent us to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyebags and dark circles are evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the airport fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fWz_CJqII/AAAAAAAAAPM/gyZyiKxuJ0s/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185849684522543234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fWz_CJqII/AAAAAAAAAPM/gyZyiKxuJ0s/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW0fCJqJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ypX_0T5cx3M/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185849693112477842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW0fCJqJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ypX_0T5cx3M/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW0vCJqKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DX9MjEZ7gBw/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185849697407445154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW0vCJqKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DX9MjEZ7gBw/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW0_CJqLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VjOyIisi5r4/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185849701702412466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW0_CJqLI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VjOyIisi5r4/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW1PCJqMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XnfDNfcpWOY/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185849705997379778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fW1PCJqMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XnfDNfcpWOY/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, the hotel room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYyvCJqNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OGY0XMp3Vmc/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185851862070962386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYyvCJqNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OGY0XMp3Vmc/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYy_CJqOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2SXx99KrDmQ/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185851866365929698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYy_CJqOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/2SXx99KrDmQ/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can see the bed from inside the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYy_CJqPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vNXYDvcxxpY/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185851866365929714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYy_CJqPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vNXYDvcxxpY/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYzPCJqQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/E7gzPpADz-o/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185851870660897026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYzPCJqQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/E7gzPpADz-o/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathtub and next pic View from wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYzfCJqRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VY0xHxwiKMo/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185851874955864338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fYzfCJqRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VY0xHxwiKMo/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_faivCJqTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l6rckp2indg/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185853786216311090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_faivCJqTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/l6rckp2indg/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_faifCJqSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Vt17kswsWQg/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185853781921343778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_faifCJqSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Vt17kswsWQg/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fajfCJqWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1fLZRmabyS0/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185853799101213026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fajfCJqWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1fLZRmabyS0/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fai_CJqUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3YJIvT-rMY8/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185853790511278402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fai_CJqUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3YJIvT-rMY8/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fajPCJqVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6YWeGnXvywA/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185853794806245714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fajPCJqVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6YWeGnXvywA/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fbgvCJqXI/AAAAAAAAARE/tu4k_vdzC8Q/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185854851368200562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fbgvCJqXI/AAAAAAAAARE/tu4k_vdzC8Q/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fbg_CJqYI/AAAAAAAAARM/73-Bngt0lHw/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185854855663167874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fbg_CJqYI/AAAAAAAAARM/73-Bngt0lHw/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of toilet when lying on bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room is kind of open concept with walk in design. The back of the wardrobe is a sliding door, which leads to the toilet bowl, and the wall connecting the room and the side of the toilet is also a sliding door. We both agreed must buy refresher coz wait pangsai stink the whole room. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went around searching for money changer and praying to four-faced Buddha after taking a short rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we met up with Crix's friend for dinner at Greyhound cafe at Central Chitlom. The food there is super super nice! Regardless tomyam soup, italian spagetti or pigeon wings, all taste yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin fell asleep while waiting for the friends and he decided to air his armpit. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k11fCJqZI/AAAAAAAAARU/wB-ft-lPuUE/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186235638873696658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k11fCJqZI/AAAAAAAAARU/wB-ft-lPuUE/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k12PCJqaI/AAAAAAAAARc/xPF_quMJKJQ/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186235651758598562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k12PCJqaI/AAAAAAAAARc/xPF_quMJKJQ/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was having midnight shopping that night and we shopped till past midnight before taking the train back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3j_CJqcI/AAAAAAAAARs/rAoZ5IgHxjU/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186237537249241538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3j_CJqcI/AAAAAAAAARs/rAoZ5IgHxjU/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3jvCJqbI/AAAAAAAAARk/VojFk5dlhwE/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186237532954274226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3jvCJqbI/AAAAAAAAARk/VojFk5dlhwE/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3kPCJqdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QT6MGzDyuQ0/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186237541544208850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3kPCJqdI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QT6MGzDyuQ0/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3kfCJqeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Tpew64cskac/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186237545839176162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k3kfCJqeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Tpew64cskac/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching the hotel we continued playing mj. -_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at MBK and eat eat eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6M_CJqfI/AAAAAAAAASE/3bVid7FMo_E/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186240440647133682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6M_CJqfI/AAAAAAAAASE/3bVid7FMo_E/s320/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6NPCJqgI/AAAAAAAAASM/25B5o6JpI3I/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186240444942100994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6NPCJqgI/AAAAAAAAASM/25B5o6JpI3I/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6N_CJqhI/AAAAAAAAASU/gDwUjupln94/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186240457827002898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6N_CJqhI/AAAAAAAAASU/gDwUjupln94/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6OPCJqiI/AAAAAAAAASc/nBXBCJ79VK0/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186240462121970210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k6OPCJqiI/AAAAAAAAASc/nBXBCJ79VK0/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early dinner at Dino bbq, followed immediately by bird nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next... make a guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8IPCJqjI/AAAAAAAAASk/eeBliNMafT4/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186242558066010674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8IPCJqjI/AAAAAAAAASk/eeBliNMafT4/s320/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to the hotel early as we planned for Tin tin's surprise mini birthday celebration. We asked for a cake suddenly from the hotel at 10.30pm, and the cake was sent to the room at 11.30pm. Efficient or not you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8IfCJqkI/AAAAAAAAASs/SqUWuhfbLMA/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186242562360977986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8IfCJqkI/AAAAAAAAASs/SqUWuhfbLMA/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8IvCJqlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ORk6FMi-Isk/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186242566655945298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8IvCJqlI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ORk6FMi-Isk/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8I_CJqmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/B8lB7VCvHC4/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186242570950912610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8I_CJqmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/B8lB7VCvHC4/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8JPCJqnI/AAAAAAAAATE/RmQptx18VrI/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186242575245879922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k8JPCJqnI/AAAAAAAAATE/RmQptx18VrI/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-VvCJqoI/AAAAAAAAATM/PGAMdN9FsIc/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186244989017500290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-VvCJqoI/AAAAAAAAATM/PGAMdN9FsIc/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-WPCJqpI/AAAAAAAAATU/p33SHDxlcGw/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186244997607434898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-WPCJqpI/AAAAAAAAATU/p33SHDxlcGw/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-WfCJqqI/AAAAAAAAATc/NQU9VbpWN2g/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186245001902402210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-WfCJqqI/AAAAAAAAATc/NQU9VbpWN2g/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-W_CJqsI/AAAAAAAAATs/gQjK_KZGVoI/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186245010492336834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-W_CJqsI/AAAAAAAAATs/gQjK_KZGVoI/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-WvCJqrI/AAAAAAAAATk/b-I-maGNEOg/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186245006197369522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_k-WvCJqrI/AAAAAAAAATk/b-I-maGNEOg/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my birthday boy was of course delighted and pleased as he wasn't expecting it. Best of all, he won all our money during mj. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Chatuchak (my personal fav)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much pics as all time were spent shopping, But we discovered this stall that sells delicious chicken noodle. Despite the humid and scorching weather, each of us had 2 bowls of noodles ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAt_CJqtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FRkjfm3wg7Y/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186247604652583634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAt_CJqtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/FRkjfm3wg7Y/s320/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAuPCJquI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JFTcmUAZqnk/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186247608947550946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAuPCJquI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JFTcmUAZqnk/s320/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAuvCJqvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/a7O93IXWL6I/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186247617537485554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAuvCJqvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/a7O93IXWL6I/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAu_CJqwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hAzPSBakpBw/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186247621832452866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lAu_CJqwI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hAzPSBakpBw/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First serving... Everybody eat kway tiao... shiok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC0PCJqxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gr_QcEGjbfo/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186249911050021650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC0PCJqxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gr_QcEGjbfo/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd bowl... Maggi mee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC0vCJqzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IDRzfV4jOR8/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186249919639956274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC0vCJqzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IDRzfV4jOR8/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC0_CJq0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ccjYvVv5aI8/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186249923934923586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC0_CJq0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ccjYvVv5aI8/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC1PCJq1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qbU2abyCB3A/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186249928229890898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lC1PCJq1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qbU2abyCB3A/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE1fCJq2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/6iBXSPEm6Qw/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186252131548113762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE1fCJq2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/6iBXSPEm6Qw/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chatuchak we went back to the hotel for a rest and shower, and off to Central World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE1vCJq3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/WErNrpvhgmM/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186252135843081074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE1vCJq3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/WErNrpvhgmM/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE1_CJq4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/HWfCy4TM2V0/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186252140138048386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE1_CJq4I/AAAAAAAAAVM/HWfCy4TM2V0/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE2PCJq5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/sCnV-x9Xvyk/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186252144433015698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE2PCJq5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/sCnV-x9Xvyk/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE2fCJq6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/qRlivWGw1Ms/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186252148727983010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lE2fCJq6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/qRlivWGw1Ms/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHo_CJq7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/XE6P3Obqsh8/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255215334632370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHo_CJq7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/XE6P3Obqsh8/s320/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHpfCJq8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zNS_LhEVHlo/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255223924566978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHpfCJq8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/zNS_LhEVHlo/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some shopping we went suan lum night bazzaar. Took a tuk tuk there and the ride was damn thrilling. The harder we screamed or laughed, the more reckless the driver drove! He was laughing all the way too. And Marianne was super high can. She was so excited and jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHpvCJq9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/kqwikC39Ft4/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255228219534290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHpvCJq9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/kqwikC39Ft4/s320/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHp_CJq-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/njld3ImwaSU/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255232514501602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHp_CJq-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/njld3ImwaSU/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHqPCJq_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/H3P2itedqE8/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255236809468914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lHqPCJq_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/H3P2itedqE8/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lJkfCJrAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PnPb-Uhczkc/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186257337048476674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lJkfCJrAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PnPb-Uhczkc/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lJkvCJrBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SA5bZcvHOrA/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186257341343443986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lJkvCJrBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SA5bZcvHOrA/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lJk_CJrCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ecURY4sKiWg/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186257345638411298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_lJk_CJrCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ecURY4sKiWg/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop shop and shop until we were all tired and took another tuk tuk back to hotel.&lt;/p&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Ocean World. Woke up slightly abit later as everyone were tired after the past few days of enduring waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pGUvCJrDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5Doz3ND7_KQ/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535242907364402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pGUvCJrDI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5Doz3ND7_KQ/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pGVPCJrEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/N9u-_-zqgw4/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535251497299010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pGVPCJrEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/N9u-_-zqgw4/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pGVfCJrFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1kYxLZYtgKA/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186535255792266322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pGVfCJrFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1kYxLZYtgKA/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMKPCJrOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5AVdm5dVty0/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186541659588504802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMKPCJrOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5AVdm5dVty0/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMKfCJrPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JbfaDQXWVJg/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186541663883472114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMKfCJrPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JbfaDQXWVJg/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMKvCJrQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zFQQqMCoLv4/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186541668178439426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMKvCJrQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zFQQqMCoLv4/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMK_CJrRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DHcqlIUSBmo/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186541672473406738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pMK_CJrRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DHcqlIUSBmo/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOLPCJrSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DXiRjbXq7IA/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186543875791629602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOLPCJrSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DXiRjbXq7IA/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOL_CJrTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GXuEWuen0Lk/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186543888676531506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOL_CJrTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GXuEWuen0Lk/s320/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOMPCJrUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cgM5IIhv_10/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186543892971498818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOMPCJrUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cgM5IIhv_10/s320/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOM_CJrVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yd23mDwPddM/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186543905856400722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pOM_CJrVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yd23mDwPddM/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pRrfCJraI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1fQxhioWRvQ/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186547728377294242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pRrfCJraI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1fQxhioWRvQ/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ocean World me and Tintin took a boat ride along the river to Khaosan... because I want to do a erm... Tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pVH_CJrbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LYTTtM-AkU4/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186551516538449330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pVH_CJrbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LYTTtM-AkU4/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my right lower back... Shhh... promise me you won't tell mummy ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crix and Marianne left to meet Crix's dad's friend for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined them back in the hotel, and his uncle brought us to a German brewery for a drink. Chilled out till 11 plus and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tintin was busy packing the luagage, trying means to stuff all our things into the bags while I sat on the bed watching TV and eating fried soft shell crabs. He is really spoiling me badly la. So many trips with him and I never once pack and unpack the luaggage. I hate doing packing. And he always made sure all my things are in one bag, those I need to use like toiletries are put nicely at a corner and stuff. See my boyfriend is the best!&lt;/p&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overview of the scenery from the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd2PCJrcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dagaRJ56fiw/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186561107200421314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd2PCJrcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/dagaRJ56fiw/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd3vCJrdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LJO6xO4iJV0/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186561132970225106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd3vCJrdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LJO6xO4iJV0/s320/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd3_CJreI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E398rLU1xr4/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186561137265192418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd3_CJreI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/E398rLU1xr4/s320/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd4PCJrfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SoI-rJCcWuU/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186561141560159730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd4PCJrfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SoI-rJCcWuU/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waited awhile for the other couple and went to the nearby mall for lunch at MK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd4vCJrgI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jt2dyC2jEC0/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186561150150094338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pd4vCJrgI/AAAAAAAAAaM/jt2dyC2jEC0/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgFPCJrhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/axNvV3QR4zg/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563563921714706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgFPCJrhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/axNvV3QR4zg/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgFfCJriI/AAAAAAAAAac/8R2xch90gO4/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563568216682018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgFfCJriI/AAAAAAAAAac/8R2xch90gO4/s320/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgG_CJrjI/AAAAAAAAAak/_ViKDl1QGRU/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563593986485810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgG_CJrjI/AAAAAAAAAak/_ViKDl1QGRU/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgHPCJrkI/AAAAAAAAAas/p8Q_Z0uk7Ks/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563598281453122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgHPCJrkI/AAAAAAAAAas/p8Q_Z0uk7Ks/s320/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgHfCJrlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iq6NEJ4XK_g/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563602576420434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pgHfCJrlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iq6NEJ4XK_g/s320/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch we went to the DFS just beside the hotel and soon Crix's uncle came to pick us up for thai massage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjCvCJrmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2AMPtcw3XtA/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186566819506925154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjCvCJrmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2AMPtcw3XtA/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjC_CJrnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GeFqDTlZVf0/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186566823801892466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjC_CJrnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GeFqDTlZVf0/s320/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjDfCJroI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LWdoPR0twZA/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186566832391827074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjDfCJroI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LWdoPR0twZA/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjDvCJrpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VajifOvrXvs/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186566836686794386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjDvCJrpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/VajifOvrXvs/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you see both me and tintin are scared tickling of our foot sole? Cannot take it man. After the full body massaage that lasted 2 hours, uncle drove us to the airport. But we stopped by the road side and had a bowl of wantan noodle. Wah even the roadside stall is fantastic sia. *drooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjEPCJrqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EcjsQI3mMks/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186566845276728994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_pjEPCJrqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EcjsQI3mMks/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we bidded farewell to Bangkok. We will be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2460674147710545601?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2460674147710545601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2460674147710545601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2460674147710545601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2460674147710545601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2460674147710545601' title='Bangkok Trip yr 2008'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R_fP8PCJp7I/AAAAAAAAANk/NhrSA5OjnHc/s72-c/camera+photos+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2969833566918907011</id><published>2008-03-23T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:59:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Tintin</title><content type='html'>Wanted to upload so many pics but camera is with my tintin, who is curently (most likely) hugging slim busty gentle pretty thai girls... =( Boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second day without him around poking fun of me and laughing at the slightest silly act I made. And I miss those nonsense. Can't even hear his voice now. Only can look at the picture we took that is now lying beside my bed ledge, reminding me of how much I miss him. Doesn't feel good. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to surprise him by going to the airport to fetch him on Monday night. And hor, I very act smart, thought I will be able to check the flight timing through the airline's website so as not to arouse his suspicions. Therefore purposely don't ask what time he coming back. Who knows... Got 2 night flights. One arriving at 8 whereas the second one at 10... Dammit. Kua kua... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go. Before my tintin is back to irritate me again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he miss me. Humph. Or perhaps enjoying himself there like king until he can't even remember my name. Haha. I will kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days cannot chant my fav "Tintin Chaaaannn Tintin". Feel so handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to admit, I miss him so badly now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so distorted. But I can't be bothered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2969833566918907011?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2969833566918907011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2969833566918907011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2969833566918907011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2969833566918907011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2969833566918907011' title='I miss Tintin'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2996250293479593612</id><published>2008-02-26T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T03:45:59.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days to BKK</title><content type='html'>Haha I tried uploading the Vday pics but blogger went a little haywire... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, my mum just went past my room as she woke up to close the windows(raining now), and she saw the photo me and Tin Tin took at Night Safari. You know those instant digital prints? Yeah,she looked at the photos and say: Dead Fat Pig (in chinese Si Fei Zhu)... Wah lau eh!!! I already told that Tin Tin NOT to buy the pic cos when the photographer came to snap, which was quite sudden, I wasn't prepared and I eng siew-ingly force a smile at the camera. I knew it will turn out ugly, and I didn't wanna get carroted by Singapore Zoo. But my Tin Tin insisted on buying the pic that cost 15 bucks, saying never mind it's Vday. LL I ok lor... Stupid him didn't want to keep it for himself and passed it to me. And I displayed the ugly blown up photo of myself and get suan-ed at. Grrrrrrrrrrr... I hate this. My mum seems to get the kick making fun at me when I shot her the annoyed glare. She further went on saying Tin Tin too skinny, like monkey. Wahahahahahaha... And I look so fat beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin Chan Tin Tin! See la, you better eat fatter ok. So I can look slimmer. If not I don't want take wedding photos with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I had loads of fun these few days. Had a chalet with his friends. Did nothing much, only pa mahjong from day to night, and BBQ. After checking out of the chalet we checked in Conrad. Just a night stay as he got a discount voucher from Eugene. The stay was so nice. But the bed was so comfortable that both of us didn't even hear the alarm that was supposed to wake us up for breakfast. So we missed the breakfast timing. We were so sad. Partly due to the lack of sleep these few days in whilst at the chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going BKK this coming Fri. Can't wait! Have to work 3 more days. Shopping, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is going BKK again with his bros 2 weeks after we come back. Sibei shiok la him. Enjoy life. I keep saying that he is going there to marry a pretty thai wife back. Haha. Since the girls there so demure and soft spoken like a kitten. Not like me only know how to bully him. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will have a great time there with his bros. Though I know I will miss him and his nonsense badly. He hasn't been spending much time with them ever since we got together. And I sometimes feel kind of guilty that he has been neglecting them and I am afraid that he is drifting apart from the gang. Whenever we are together, he is more often mixing with my friends than joining his bros. Since this is a rare opportunity that the guys are having their guys-only trip, and so far the first time that all of them are going overseas together, I really want him to enjoy himself and bond himself closer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe friends are equally important. Furthermore, they have been friends 10 over years. They are important to him I know, I don't want him to lose them because of me. And I am glad that he is going with them. I have monopolised him for too long. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2996250293479593612?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2996250293479593612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2996250293479593612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2996250293479593612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2996250293479593612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2996250293479593612' title='3 more days to BKK'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2825811059469734208</id><published>2008-02-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T04:03:16.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New cab fare</title><content type='html'>I am lazy to post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab down to Zouk on Wednesday. And it freaking cost me $8.10! From Lucky Plaza taxi stand to Zouk only ok. Last time I took it ranged from $4.00 to $4.80(inc midnight charge). Never exceeding $5. That's like a 100% increment. I took the cab at 2359. Fucking hell just one minute before the cease of the $3 city surcharge. And after travelling for barely one minute, the meter is entitled to jump for the midnight surcharge. The charge here charge there makes up the $8.10. This is totally ridiculous and digusting. Luckily I was able to claim the cab from my company. That partly explains why I didn't bother to make sure it was after midnight before I boarded the cab. I totally find the increase in cab fares unjustifiable. That is why I have been refraining myself from taking cab unless it is after work where I can claim. Not because I niao or what. But it is my way of displaying my displeasure towards to system and not being beg down by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who benefits from the increase in taxi fares? Definately not us, the consumers coz we are paying more than ever for the same service. Not the cabby drivers as long queues of taxi can be seen anywhere anytime ever since the increase. I pity them though. Answer is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the jaw-dropping $3 city area surcharge, the peak hour charge is a killer. 35% of meter fare instead of the past flat charge of $2. Tell me is the increase sensible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I think is acceptable is the 20 cents jump. At least the distance covered per 20cent also increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, the whole new fare system totally sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will not fall prey to such a robber-like system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2825811059469734208?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2825811059469734208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2825811059469734208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2825811059469734208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2825811059469734208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2825811059469734208' title='New cab fare'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-7828011342161020907</id><published>2008-02-18T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:04:17.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ahhh... for once I have decided to be a good girl amd go home after work. And I have rejected a mahjong session from ah biah. I am so amazed by my action. Sometimes, it is so nice just to slack and rot at home, doing nothing. Once in awhile. I wonder when has it gone into me that I actually enjoy being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the recent entertained nights since the new year had drained my fun-loving attitude. So much so that I just feel like being at home. Or the hectic m)phosis sale has totally left me exhausted and worn out. Went to the sale on both weekends and it was simply crazy. The clothes on the rack were so packed that they wouldn't even leave the tiniest space for your finger to be slotted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just by thinking that I have to go back to office for work on Monday makes me damn sianz that I want to stay home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am now kind of lazy to upload the photos. Let's just see how far I can go(to make things worse the speed blogger takes to upload the pics can make me go into deep sleep). I have so mannnnnnyyyy photos. And Tin Tin relentlessly urges me to put them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Din Tai Fung dinner at Paragon during the recent Monday just before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iIF4r5yZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W-15qjvwWp8/s1600-h/camera+photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168030207104895378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iIF4r5yZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W-15qjvwWp8/s320/camera+photos+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iHj4r5yYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_fSvuqllRd0/s1600-h/camera+photos+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168029622989343106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iHj4r5yYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_fSvuqllRd0/s320/camera+photos+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iIF4r5yZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W-15qjvwWp8/s1600-h/camera+photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iHHYr5yXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7liBiU3YhEI/s1600-h/camera+photos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168029133363071346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iHHYr5yXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7liBiU3YhEI/s320/camera+photos+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iGn4r5yWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AzlNcV0V-OY/s1600-h/camera+photos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168028592197192034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iGn4r5yWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AzlNcV0V-OY/s320/camera+photos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iHHYr5yXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7liBiU3YhEI/s1600-h/camera+photos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iF-4r5yVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ohiPI_b8dZs/s1600-h/camera+photos+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168027887822555474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iF-4r5yVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ohiPI_b8dZs/s320/camera+photos+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iFVor5yUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tqQK4J0SAsI/s1600-h/camera+photos+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168027179152951618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iFVor5yUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tqQK4J0SAsI/s320/camera+photos+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept until 4p.m. *Envy me... Hee hee. Then go my Ah Ma place. Reached there 5 plus and went home at 7p.m. My ah ma place just 15 mins walk only. Parents didn't want stay there for too long as they want to come back for dinner. Steamboat. My Tintin on night shift. So I was at home the whole night and I beg my brother to play ban-luck with me. In the end all of us played till 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iOHIr5ydI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/evepmPXkA5k/s1600-h/camera+photos+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168036825649498578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iOHIr5ydI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/evepmPXkA5k/s320/camera+photos+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iNtIr5ycI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cy85Ot7F7-8/s1600-h/camera+photos+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168036378972899778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iNtIr5ycI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cy85Ot7F7-8/s320/camera+photos+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iNtIr5ycI/AAAAAAAAAKI/cy85Ot7F7-8/s1600-h/camera+photos+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iM7Ir5ybI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yjnxxmdY_7s/s1600-h/camera+photos+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168035519979440562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iM7Ir5ybI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yjnxxmdY_7s/s320/camera+photos+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iMUor5yaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Lk4RI8Qf60Y/s1600-h/camera+photos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168034858554476962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iMUor5yaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Lk4RI8Qf60Y/s320/camera+photos+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept till 3 plus and Tintin come my house bai nian with my parents. He lingered for awhile and we headed to his place. after his place we sua to crix's place. Another round of ban-luck + mahjong. Too busy gambling to take anymore photos. Haha. But the ban luck and ban ban by Qing and Roger was damn funny. Hits chest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iRv4r5yfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/368StUPUcGU/s1600-h/camera+photos+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040824264051186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iRv4r5yfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/368StUPUcGU/s320/camera+photos+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iRQIr5yeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bzWnbuXHxXo/s1600-h/camera+photos+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040278803204578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iRQIr5yeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bzWnbuXHxXo/s320/camera+photos+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iTCIr5yhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/llDePxBg0Yk/s1600-h/camera+photos+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168042237308291602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iTCIr5yhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/llDePxBg0Yk/s320/camera+photos+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iSc4r5ygI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dAiCmG5kTqA/s1600-h/camera+photos+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168041597358164482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iSc4r5ygI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dAiCmG5kTqA/s320/camera+photos+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day of CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up slightly earlier at 2p.m and went visiting at tintin's brother's place. At Simei lor. So far. Their lovenest is so nice. So cosy. We stayed till 6 plus and left for Elle's place. Haha what else? Gamble again. The moment we reached satarted gambling. He went off early as he worked the next day, and I stayed on till 8a.m before I went home and hit the sack straight. Elle's baby girl, Peanut. She is such a darling isn't she? She is the one who made Tintin changes his opinion about chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iXEor5ylI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TawjN8xuX5o/s1600-h/camera+photos+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168046678304475730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iXEor5ylI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TawjN8xuX5o/s320/camera+photos+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iWYYr5ykI/AAAAAAAAALI/qyyzPpAeGX8/s1600-h/camera+photos+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168045918095264322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iWYYr5ykI/AAAAAAAAALI/qyyzPpAeGX8/s320/camera+photos+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iVjor5yjI/AAAAAAAAALA/4Df7jO1kk5E/s1600-h/camera+photos+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168045011857164850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iVjor5yjI/AAAAAAAAALA/4Df7jO1kk5E/s320/camera+photos+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iVAYr5yiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dKxJzhv4svI/s1600-h/camera+photos+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168044406266776098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iVAYr5yiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dKxJzhv4svI/s320/camera+photos+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iXEor5ylI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TawjN8xuX5o/s1600-h/camera+photos+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iWYYr5ykI/AAAAAAAAALI/qyyzPpAeGX8/s1600-h/camera+photos+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iVjor5yjI/AAAAAAAAALA/4Df7jO1kk5E/s1600-h/camera+photos+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fourth day of CNY&lt;br /&gt;Woah. I slept until 6.30 evening. I asked him to bring me to River Angbao. My every year must go during this festive period. We had a great time there. Snacking all the street food. I super super love the Taiwan spicy fishball. And he also got it addicted. Keke. But the funfair this year like not so entertaining. We didn't even bother to change tokens for the games. After River angbao we went to catch a movie at Cine. The Fann Wong's Ah Long show. Lame show. Those typical jokes that you will see on Jack Neo's variety show. Nothing new and I don't find most of them funny, even though Tintin was laughing loudly at a few scenes. Being a spoilsport, I still turned my head and glared at him, asking "Very funny meh, you laugh until like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ib0Ir5yqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QjxP0necqjM/s1600-h/camera+photos+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168051892394773154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ib0Ir5yqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QjxP0necqjM/s320/camera+photos+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ibaIr5ypI/AAAAAAAAALw/leMPttM2ZHY/s1600-h/camera+photos+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168051445718174354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ibaIr5ypI/AAAAAAAAALw/leMPttM2ZHY/s320/camera+photos+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ibaIr5ypI/AAAAAAAAALw/leMPttM2ZHY/s1600-h/camera+photos+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iasIr5yoI/AAAAAAAAALo/YP4o9o8h70U/s1600-h/camera+photos+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168050655444191874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iasIr5yoI/AAAAAAAAALo/YP4o9o8h70U/s320/camera+photos+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iaH4r5ynI/AAAAAAAAALg/lCic4Oa31N4/s1600-h/camera+photos+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168050032673933938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iaH4r5ynI/AAAAAAAAALg/lCic4Oa31N4/s320/camera+photos+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iasIr5yoI/AAAAAAAAALo/YP4o9o8h70U/s1600-h/camera+photos+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iaH4r5ynI/AAAAAAAAALg/lCic4Oa31N4/s1600-h/camera+photos+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iZr4r5ymI/AAAAAAAAALY/n9prccT87eg/s1600-h/camera+photos+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168049551637596770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iZr4r5ymI/AAAAAAAAALY/n9prccT87eg/s320/camera+photos+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day Of CNY&lt;/div&gt;Went back office for Heng Kang. Had Lion Dance and company dinner at Lomg Beach Dempsey Road. The Yu sheng there is nice! After the dinner, me, ah biah went Wendy's house... Haha. To gamble. Play consecutive straight 7 hours of blackjack till everyone gong gong lor. Went home 6 plus morning. Sleep awhile then resume working. Sianz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7is6Yr5y2I/AAAAAAAAANY/xf8jsoCOB44/s1600-h/camera+photos+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168070691466627938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7is6Yr5y2I/AAAAAAAAANY/xf8jsoCOB44/s320/camera+photos+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7isjIr5y1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tSkXsUtLGcY/s1600-h/camera+photos+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168070292034669394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7isjIr5y1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tSkXsUtLGcY/s320/camera+photos+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7isKIr5y0I/AAAAAAAAANI/R6MXkw7bCP4/s1600-h/camera+photos+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168069862537939778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7isKIr5y0I/AAAAAAAAANI/R6MXkw7bCP4/s320/camera+photos+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Wendy, Cynthia, Sheeni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7irpor5yzI/AAAAAAAAANA/pQJ1hH0CAYg/s1600-h/camera+photos+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168069304192191282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7irpor5yzI/AAAAAAAAANA/pQJ1hH0CAYg/s320/camera+photos+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and PPCCFBZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7irNIr5yyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/m455oPY9-XE/s1600-h/camera+photos+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168068814565919522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7irNIr5yyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/m455oPY9-XE/s320/camera+photos+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and PPCCFBEFR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ip7Yr5yxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wnwz4i4ftho/s1600-h/camera+photos+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168067410111613714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ip7Yr5yxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wnwz4i4ftho/s320/camera+photos+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Long Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7io_or5ywI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pGcFAx3FDkQ/s1600-h/camera+photos+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168066383614429954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7io_or5ywI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pGcFAx3FDkQ/s320/camera+photos+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cynthia, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ihvor5yvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Q-shfU5HNQw/s1600-h/camera+photos+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168058412155128562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ihvor5yvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Q-shfU5HNQw/s320/camera+photos+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel, Sheeni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ihTIr5yuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Bekl-qwAF0k/s1600-h/camera+photos+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168057922528856802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ihTIr5yuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Bekl-qwAF0k/s320/camera+photos+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Rina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ig7or5ytI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sZj3OBQxmek/s1600-h/camera+photos+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168057518801930962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7ig7or5ytI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/sZj3OBQxmek/s320/camera+photos+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Val, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7igbIr5ysI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xxazE95wq2A/s1600-h/camera+photos+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168056960456182466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7igbIr5ysI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xxazE95wq2A/s320/camera+photos+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah blur and Ah biah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7igG4r5yrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jbw9Ix0zJJ0/s1600-h/camera+photos+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168056612563831474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7igG4r5yrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jbw9Ix0zJJ0/s320/camera+photos+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CS staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear Cyn aka Xiao de aka MIA + sleeping queen mia-ed, despite our numerous calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah takes me 2 hours for this post. together with surfing facebook la. Hee hee. Damn slow to load can. Ok hitting the sack now. Not continuing already. ANyway, I had a wonderday Vday with my dearest Tintin. Photos up next time. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-7828011342161020907?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/7828011342161020907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=7828011342161020907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7828011342161020907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/7828011342161020907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7828011342161020907' title='CNY'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R7iIF4r5yZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W-15qjvwWp8/s72-c/camera+photos+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-4069812576323522302</id><published>2008-01-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:51:03.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$ not enough</title><content type='html'>I am currently at Tin Tin's house with that boy sound asleep. He's got shooting later in the morning and therefore gotta sleep early. I will still be in dreamland when he wakes up. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after his shooting he is gonna bring me out for shopping. Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to LV boutique yesterday and the bag I wanted to get is still out of stock. Damn suay lor, the sales person there told me morning still got stock. Just sold out. Gotta wait till Mon or Tues. Hopefully they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now while waiting for Tin Tin I itchy backside went into Gucci and saw one messenger sling bag selling at $820. Nice leh. If I can't get the LV bag by Wednesday I will get the Gucci bag. If I manage to get the LV perhaps Gucci after the CNY?? I must lun... Just pray that it doesn't get out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have transfered $$$ to another bank account last month. That account I have no atm card no nothing. Only passbook. So that I can't take out the money. If money remains in my POSB account I buy this buy that how to save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I bought a new phone just now. Upgraded my handset for another 2 years. Before you start thinking that I have been spending (and wanting to spend)money in huge amount, I only get the phone for $268. Cheap right! It's SE W910i in red. Actually wanted to get LG KU990 coz it looks damn chio. But it's not user friendly plus, LG phone has no value basically. Guess why I get a handphone so rashly. I accidentally dropped my phone in office earlier and after sometime I realised that the flipping sensor for my V3x is not working anymore. Usually when I hang up calls I just got to close the flip. Now when I close the call does not get disconnected. Thus I left a 30 second voice message in Tin Tin's voicemail. Haha. Tin Tin said my phone abit spoil only I immediately get new phone liao. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone is now charging. Later wake up got new phone to carry lu! Contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of doing gel nails for the CNY leh. Was contemplating all along and just nice I had to break two of my nails just now. And I will not have sufficient time to let them grow till a length where I can do my normal classic manicure. A perfect excuse for me to do the gel nail just in time for CNY. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to set aside a sum of money for the Bangkok trip. On top of that I still must set aside a portion for Tin Tin's birthday pressie. Looks like the amount currently lying in my bank plus my coming bonus is going to be emptied soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I ought to give a token to mummy for the coming CNY and constantly give her money starting this month. This shall end her relentless nagging at me for not giving her money even though I have already stop schooling. Most %(&amp;(&amp;^#%#$@ thing is, she doesn't really need my money to provide for the family. But it makes her happy. So as to say, I should do my part being a member of the family and a nice daughter to mummy so that she continues to love me most. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this year, apart from the stupid Poly school fees that I am paying through GIRO I am another few hundred dollars poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I need to work out my finance. Somemore Tin Tin still say we need to each save $200 per month for erm... Hee hee. Need to plan where my money goes before all goes into excessive shopping, leaving me bankrupt during month end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this gives me headache. But just thinking about the LV and Gucci bag makes me so delighted and anticipated. Haha. Too bad, happy things comes along with the not so happy ones. How I wish I can have more more more $$$... Want to buy what can buy what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-4069812576323522302?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/4069812576323522302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=4069812576323522302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4069812576323522302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4069812576323522302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4069812576323522302' title='$ not enough'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-3269286305804879814</id><published>2008-01-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:31:18.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few months whenever I am free and I remember, I will drop by HDB website for a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month, houses on sale are areas like Seng Kang, Punggol or Jurong West. Definitely not to our liking. Tin Tin wants to stay near his parents (so filial boy) and I agreed coz location is very centralised and it is near town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along our favourite favourite location is the one directly in front of Commonwealth MRT station. Everytime when we pass by we will discuss how fantastic it will be if we can get a unit there. But those are already built, too fast for us and most likely they have already been taken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I browsed HDB webby and found the units are on ballot!!! OMG so I faster sms-ed Tin Tin who is actually on duty. He asked me when complete building. I dunno. Then I screened carefully under the Delivery possesion date it stated NA(Keys available). So I think once ballot got kenna can take keys already, like in Aug 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think Tin Tin can marry me in half a year's time. There goes our dream house in ideal location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to explain further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-3269286305804879814?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/3269286305804879814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=3269286305804879814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3269286305804879814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3269286305804879814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3269286305804879814' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2334541774971640632</id><published>2008-01-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:08:51.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok! After long procrastination, here are the overdue photos from Xmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fl3MwDYEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l8TdAMQMrLY/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148007848051171394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fl3MwDYEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l8TdAMQMrLY/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in the car on the way to Ailin's place for house party with Tin Tin's gang of brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FlR8wDYDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Rcp4Mwr7zU/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148007208101044274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FlR8wDYDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Rcp4Mwr7zU/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happily snapping while Tin Tin went to buy Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fkp8wDYCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/H0iAetsVYWQ/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148006520906276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fkp8wDYCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/H0iAetsVYWQ/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Tin Tin drives. But he is a guai lan and kp driver. When he rides, he no time to kp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FkKswDYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/skm-XTTU2m8/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148005984035364882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FkKswDYBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/skm-XTTU2m8/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148005241006022658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FjfcwDYAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8IkqUCcivSQ/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tin Tin and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fiw8wDX_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vqtWoiCZ3Kg/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148004442142105586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fiw8wDX_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/vqtWoiCZ3Kg/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angelic us and the xmas pressie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FgUMwDX-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/TH5-5YIkKwg/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148001749197610978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FgUMwDX-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/TH5-5YIkKwg/s320/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute Tin Tin and the xmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Ffm8wDX9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3uD0GLqkx2Y/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148000971808530386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Ffm8wDX9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3uD0GLqkx2Y/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FfIswDX8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/f9BPleekTVE/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148000452117487554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FfIswDX8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/f9BPleekTVE/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Tin Tin and Joey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fel8wDX7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zDCeayUGRO8/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147999855117033394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fel8wDX7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zDCeayUGRO8/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tin Tin decided to dump me for Kenny... See they so loving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fd-8wDX6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JjCaLJkPfS0/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147999185102135202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fd-8wDX6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JjCaLJkPfS0/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tin Tin act cute!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I present you... The hottest rockstar of the century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FdJMwDX5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/T0lW1EFcslM/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147998261684166546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FdJMwDX5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/T0lW1EFcslM/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FcsMwDX4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7r-aAbJRg1Q/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147997763467960194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FcsMwDX4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7r-aAbJRg1Q/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FbcMwDX3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5N6iHGJF76U/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147996389078425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FbcMwDX3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5N6iHGJF76U/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loves his new hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fa78wDX2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Du4fDT1QEnw/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147995835027644258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fa78wDX2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Du4fDT1QEnw/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erm.. Tin Tin flirting with Denzil??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FZYMwDX1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IwKPgyU_2ZM/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147994121335693138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FZYMwDX1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/IwKPgyU_2ZM/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FYrswDX0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/z60TQRTRbpE/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147993356831514434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FYrswDX0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/z60TQRTRbpE/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FSXcwDXzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UTW87jzs5ZY/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147986411869396786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FSXcwDXzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UTW87jzs5ZY/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the clock striked twelve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FQ9MwDXyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aP3_pTROnP0/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147984861386202914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FQ9MwDXyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aP3_pTROnP0/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me opening to see what number I have picked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FQfcwDXxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NWBN72ZXKos/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147984350285094674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FQfcwDXxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NWBN72ZXKos/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FPTMwDXwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6orNyjAkICg/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147983040320069378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3FPTMwDXwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6orNyjAkICg/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd I got myself a black label!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad thing is... Tin Tin got a manicure set with tweezer and stuff, and he swope with me. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see him so kelian take the set also no use... So I give him the black label lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the gift exchange we play blackjack, Tin Tin was the banker and won $$$! With my investment to build the capital and my lucky bi-ing of card. So he gave me part of the winnings! Hee hee very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that they were playing games, but I am blur and slow at those type of quick reflex game. So I opt out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Boxing day me and Tin Tin went town, but forgot what we did liao. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OnMswDYMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qaQClIur2-I/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157649834882326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OnMswDYMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qaQClIur2-I/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OhZcwDYII/AAAAAAAAAH4/9kyuKXx84Ug/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157643456855892098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OhZcwDYII/AAAAAAAAAH4/9kyuKXx84Ug/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got the mood to actually doll myself up and style my hair. We went for Indonesian cuisine. My treat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157644058151313554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5Oh8cwDYJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qA1y50RWeN4/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OjFcwDYLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UhLGxwemZos/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG" /&gt;The food we ordered. Coconut rice, Sotong, Kang Kong, Chicken soup and one more meat (forget liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157645312281764018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OjFcwDYLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UhLGxwemZos/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me. I style my hair but when I reached town it's all flat already. Very sad la. No matter how much wax and hair spray also no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5Oih8wDYKI/AAAAAAAAAII/d49_BQNcIvk/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157644702396407970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5Oih8wDYKI/AAAAAAAAAII/d49_BQNcIvk/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tin Tin looked tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's eve I went Elle house for steamboat followed by Mj. Without Tin Tin. Never take photos though. Too busy eating and playing already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of 2008 I met Tin Tin and Crix for dinner at Newton followed by movie AVP at Cine. After that Crix left to meet Mama and we went for prawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OvF8wDYRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/J-2MGmLy0aE/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157658515011232018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OvF8wDYRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/J-2MGmLy0aE/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OunMwDYQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SR0RvZOSWJo/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157657986730254594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OunMwDYQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SR0RvZOSWJo/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OuGswDYPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7e3qUIuWGP8/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157657428384506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OuGswDYPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7e3qUIuWGP8/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The biggest prawn we caught that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5Otn8wDYOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NAD27BxXgjE/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157656900103528674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5Otn8wDYOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NAD27BxXgjE/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love high cholestrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OtFswDYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JehLrsAk1W0/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157656311693009106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R5OtFswDYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JehLrsAk1W0/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah I am finally done with all the uploading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday night I went Baoling's house for MJ and Tin Tin came to join us after he stand down from his duty. By coincidence, Baoling's husband is actually one of the last time SC that Tin Tin knew. Played 3 poks and I only win 3 dollars... ... Ok lar at least better than losing. Finish at around 4.30 am and I went Tin Tin's house. My dearest Tin Tin is very sweet I tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday when we went prawning I actually wanted to go for MacDonald's breakfast badly. But after bbq-ing all the prawns (like 30 over) it was already too late for the breakfast as we finished at around 6 plus. So no choice straight away went home and sank into bed although I only eat one packet of chicken rice for that whole day. So on Saturday after we finished the MJ Tin Tin never tell me anything about Mac breakfast and I was thinking of buying cup noodles as I was starving to near death. Out of surprise, he actually rode to Ridout (or is it Rideout?) Mac! I wasn't so sure of the route there and all along I thought he was riding home until he slowed down and turned into Mac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually remembered that I was craving for Mac breakfast 2 days ago! Even I myself also can't remember. He said that since timing was still early he brought me there. And it was meant to be a surprise. Happiness was all written all over my face. Mac breakfast makes a happy Rachel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached his house at 6am bathe and straight to bed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tin Tin treats me the best. And I am the most blissful person on earth with his love and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I only ate less than half a packet of pasta for the whole day. Too gelat and I couldn't finish the whole thing. I think I am going to be a fairy soon. Everyday only eat one meal. Partly because I stayed over at his place. If I am at home mummy always cook and make sure I eat before I leave the house. If not she will pack the food she cook for me to eat in office. I am so hungry now. But since I am sleeping soon, I shan't be eating coz I thinking I am  getting fat. And also I am too lazy and weak too cook any noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY is less than 3 weeks away and I haven buy any clothes. Damn it. Dunno why but just don't have the mood that CNY is approaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February is gonna be a fun month for me. I am off for 5days for CNY, and followed by Vday celebration with Tin Tin (what will he buy for me and what to buy for him *scratch head) followed by annual chalet with Tin Tin and his bros, followed by Bangkok with Tin Tin, Crix and Mama, followed by Tin Tin's birthday. Yeah so happy!!! But I can foresee I am gonna be real broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty I am going to race my fluff on Facebook and then to sleep. Till next time I have the mood to blog. Hee hee. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2334541774971640632?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2334541774971640632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2334541774971640632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2334541774971640632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2334541774971640632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2334541774971640632' title='Overdue entry'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R3Fl3MwDYEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l8TdAMQMrLY/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-8346017378850296098</id><published>2008-01-07T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:37:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>王绍伟!!!</title><content type='html'>After getting crazy over 鄭元暢 from the show 恶作剧之吻 (Part 2 out!!!) and 贺军翔 from Devil Beside You + Why Why Love, I officially declare being in love with yet another Taiwanese actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy lent me her The Magicians of Love vcd and I find him damn cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R4EspcwDYFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZdF4DQ4vjVg/s1600-h/wsw8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152448539292557394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R4EspcwDYFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZdF4DQ4vjVg/s320/wsw8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 王绍伟!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is super duper handsome in the show can. Starring as Richie. I super love the image of him in the show. Quiet but cool and man and daring!!! The dimple when he smiles can make me die. He is so cute when he smiles. The more I watch the drama the more handsome I find him. Gosh I cannot take it man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Taiwanese idol drama always make people fall in love with their male lead? Browsed photos of 王绍伟 from the internet and find him not handsome in the past, esp the photos in 5566. Now with this hair makes him damn attractive and charming. Hairdo make wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152455192196898914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R4EysswDYGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TNtE7Qp9afg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; This is his look in the show. 帥 right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I am the Xiao Bei in the show I no need think twice straight away marry him liao lor. Everyday see the way he smile no need to eat liao. Too bad I am not. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-8346017378850296098?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/8346017378850296098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=8346017378850296098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8346017378850296098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8346017378850296098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8346017378850296098' title='王绍伟!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R4EspcwDYFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZdF4DQ4vjVg/s72-c/wsw8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-8208542684640871614</id><published>2007-12-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:01:52.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally got the mood (and time) to upload the pics to my computer. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143891748812573634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LGSsMJS8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lmCZ04O-kgk/s320/DSCN1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters' power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143892294273420242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LGycMJS9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZwipR0qrFLU/s320/DSCN1772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LJRsMJTEI/AAAAAAAAABU/8IinEN1wazQ/s1600-h/DSCN1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143895030167587906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LJRsMJTEI/AAAAAAAAABU/8IinEN1wazQ/s320/DSCN1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LHr8MJS_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XYbWOu9FBRg/s1600-h/DSCN1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143893282115898354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LHr8MJS_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XYbWOu9FBRg/s320/DSCN1777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The four of us. Trying to act cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LH48MJTAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/94K2kPzMS7g/s1600-h/DSCN1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143893505454197762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LH48MJTAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/94K2kPzMS7g/s320/DSCN1778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pose replica of Noelle's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LIDcMJTBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jpAqffYjrAs/s1600-h/DSCN1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143893685842824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LIDcMJTBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jpAqffYjrAs/s320/DSCN1781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new family member, with his niece and nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LIjcMJTCI/AAAAAAAAABE/2hq1IaHBwz8/s1600-h/DSCN1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143894235598638114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LIjcMJTCI/AAAAAAAAABE/2hq1IaHBwz8/s320/DSCN1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle, Valerie, Cheryl, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LIwsMJTDI/AAAAAAAAABM/bfoJgnlnVpw/s1600-h/DSCN1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143894463231904818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LIwsMJTDI/AAAAAAAAABM/bfoJgnlnVpw/s320/DSCN1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noelle, Cheryl, Jingfen, Furu, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LJkcMJTFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jxy8gI1JI70/s1600-h/02-12-07_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143895352290135122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LJkcMJTFI/AAAAAAAAABc/jxy8gI1JI70/s320/02-12-07_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty me!! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not take any photos of the wedding lunch, coz all of us were busy eating. Too hungry. Haha. The only photos are with the photographer, not sure I will be able to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LLQMMJTGI/AAAAAAAAABk/ueAsTicql9k/s1600-h/02-12-07_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143897203421039714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LLQMMJTGI/AAAAAAAAABk/ueAsTicql9k/s320/02-12-07_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LLXcMJTHI/AAAAAAAAABs/1vXulQegpn0/s1600-h/02-12-07_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143897327975091314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LLXcMJTHI/AAAAAAAAABs/1vXulQegpn0/s320/02-12-07_2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More photos of me cam whoring while waiting for Tin Tin to buy drinks. In the hotel room after having the wonderful dinner at Lawry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Zoukout!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LcYcMJTgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WbHY2VFhlu8/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143916036852633090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LcYcMJTgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WbHY2VFhlu8/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First photo taken using the new camera, inside hotel room of Siloso Beach resort&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2Lb88MJTfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qt7dg3sxPd0/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143915564406230514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2Lb88MJTfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qt7dg3sxPd0/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He likes to muack muack me... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LbeMMJTeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qKlIyGBbK14/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143915036125253090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LbeMMJTeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qKlIyGBbK14/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally can go Zoukout!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LbAcMJTdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZaqmHvitsSg/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143914525024144850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LbAcMJTdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZaqmHvitsSg/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LaisMJTcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YaZuIvc0iS0/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143914013923036610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LaisMJTcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YaZuIvc0iS0/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhoring away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LaGMMJTbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwQpiwrxbGc/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143913524296764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LaGMMJTbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwQpiwrxbGc/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's that crazy man??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LZo8MJTaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pgjhOe6yDOU/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143913021785591202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LZo8MJTaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pgjhOe6yDOU/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tin Tin and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LZOcMJTZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SKcZQtcxVNI/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143912566519057810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LZOcMJTZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SKcZQtcxVNI/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roger and Tin Tin, both crazy already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LY6MMJTYI/AAAAAAAAADw/xJkK3Gdfp6U/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143912218626706818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LY6MMJTYI/AAAAAAAAADw/xJkK3Gdfp6U/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josephine, me, Huiqing, Dailing... and Jason's foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LYUcMJTXI/AAAAAAAAADo/U6CHMMl7xa4/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143911570086645106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LYUcMJTXI/AAAAAAAAADo/U6CHMMl7xa4/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A foot, many many fingers, me and Tin Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LX58MJTWI/AAAAAAAAADg/BJeVGXMbSRQ/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143911114820111714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LX58MJTWI/AAAAAAAAADg/BJeVGXMbSRQ/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason, Crix, Alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LXRMMJTVI/AAAAAAAAADY/V7GEdS6Pkhw/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910414740442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LXRMMJTVI/AAAAAAAAADY/V7GEdS6Pkhw/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crix, Alan Josephine. Tin Tin say Crix must be looking at girls. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LW6sMJTUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S-LSa090dv4/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910028193385794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LW6sMJTUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S-LSa090dv4/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Jasmine, and cute Josephine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LWl8MJTTI/AAAAAAAAADI/u2YFuBLi1VE/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143909671711100210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LWl8MJTTI/AAAAAAAAADI/u2YFuBLi1VE/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy me and Tin Tin, while on the way backing walking to the hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LVYsMJTRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9rHYyjqudVg/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143908344566205714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LVYsMJTRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9rHYyjqudVg/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us and the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LU9MMJTQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DiJawGkYuWA/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143907872119803138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LU9MMJTQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DiJawGkYuWA/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huiqing. While we were being locked outside the room with Jasmine sleeping too soundly inside, despite our numerous ding dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LUgcMJTPI/AAAAAAAAACs/93t9NU2YoUE/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143907378198564082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LUgcMJTPI/AAAAAAAAACs/93t9NU2YoUE/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LTPcMJTOI/AAAAAAAAACk/YLwZu2S4-wg/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143905986629160162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LTPcMJTOI/AAAAAAAAACk/YLwZu2S4-wg/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tin Tin calling his number 2??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LSeMMJTNI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y5E1rEauaes/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143905140520602834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LSeMMJTNI/AAAAAAAAACc/Y5E1rEauaes/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He might be skinny, but he can carry me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LSIMMJTMI/AAAAAAAAACU/jA-3hrx530Y/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143904762563480770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LSIMMJTMI/AAAAAAAAACU/jA-3hrx530Y/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside the hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LOjcMJTLI/AAAAAAAAACM/qgpMKCq7StU/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143900832668404914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LOjcMJTLI/AAAAAAAAACM/qgpMKCq7StU/s320/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After bathing, going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LOJcMJTKI/AAAAAAAAACE/pKsMKc6n0Ck/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143900385991806114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LOJcMJTKI/AAAAAAAAACE/pKsMKc6n0Ck/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and Tin Tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LNmcMJTJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RpXs7NJMeyc/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143899784696384658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LNmcMJTJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RpXs7NJMeyc/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the shuttle bus, the taxi queue was horrendous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LNLMMJTII/AAAAAAAAAB0/W2ciEQu0A34/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143899316544949378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LNLMMJTII/AAAAAAAAAB0/W2ciEQu0A34/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired but happy princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok I am tired after all the uploading. Blogger's photo upload is damn slow. Going to play facebook. Super addicted to it recently. Hee hee. Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-8208542684640871614?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/8208542684640871614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=8208542684640871614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8208542684640871614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8208542684640871614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8208542684640871614' title='Photos'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/R2LGSsMJS8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lmCZ04O-kgk/s72-c/DSCN1770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2874704394433243667</id><published>2007-12-08T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:25:36.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a very very short post. Damn tired. Down with flu and cough. Feeling shitty. That kind of explains my tiredness. And  woke up at 11 plus in the morning due to some shitty work stuff. And calls come in like every 20 mins and I can't fall back to sleep. So LL have to wake up. My nose is gonna break anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! I am going Zoukout later at night! Damn happy can. Bag already pack swee swee liao. Even I got flu I also don't care. Buy tickets already. Managed to persuade Tin Tin to go. Very easy process. I ask ask only and tell him he after morning shift can go what. Then he ok lor already. Coz he knows I wanted very much to go. My Tin Tin is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin also got me a new camera for our anni cum xmas present. Very surprised coz beforehand he already told me that he is not buying me any prezzie coz he is bringing me for dinner at Lawry's Prime Ribs. In the end, not only he brought me there for dinner, he also got me the camera that I wanted. Sony T20. (Actually I wanted T70 or T200, but it's the same la coz he din know the model numbers). I love love love love him to the max can. Words cannot describe how elated I am. He is spoiling me badly. But I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my Tin Tin dotes on me so much and loves me so much. Haha. I feel so blissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got him a Gucci wallet. He was shocked and delighted. He just behaves like a little boy. All expressions can be found on his face. I love seeing him happy when I pass him the wallet. Although he thinks that the money spent on the wallet is totally not worth it, but I know he still likes it. Well, who doesn't right? And he changed his wallet right after reaching home that night. Haha. He is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Tin Tin. Hee hee. Loving couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2874704394433243667?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2874704394433243667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2874704394433243667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2874704394433243667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2874704394433243667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2874704394433243667' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6711899388915566393</id><published>2007-11-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:36:55.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People I despise</title><content type='html'>Some people just live their life to be a parasite. Living off other's flesh and not contibuting to anything. Totally useless. It's a total waste of oxygen in the air. I simply can't stand this type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe human beings live to have a goal in life, with passion and zest, making yourselves useful. Yet, some people can be like a piece of junk, sit there wasting their lives away. For god's sake, you are not even handicapped or stricken with sickness, why can't just get a job? It's way better than rotting at home and wasting our natural resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe people can be THAT lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though qualifications may not be high and the salary earned may not be much, but it's the mind set you know? That has nothing to do with the measurement of money. What you earn might be little, but at least you make yourself useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home everyday and waiting to be served upon makes me so disgusted. At least homemakers do household chores, ensure the daily operations of the family. Some people just sit and stare blankly into space everyday and wait for meals to be cooked and served. I totally despise you. To the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you living in this world for? Ask youself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6711899388915566393?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6711899388915566393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6711899388915566393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6711899388915566393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6711899388915566393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6711899388915566393' title='People I despise'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-4693316309469765655</id><published>2007-11-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:03:15.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to...</title><content type='html'>Tin Tin made me go home early again on a Saturday night. =(&lt;br /&gt;He is working morning and needs to go home early to sleep. And he's been having endless of duty these few weeks. I dun like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly realised that there are so many things that I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Sentosa for a good nice tan. It's been so freaking long since I last tan. I enjoy lazing under the sun and relax and zo boh. (by the way, the powerful tanline that I got from tioman is still visible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go Zouk Out! in December!! Tin Tin says he can't go again this year coz it's his morning shift... Grrr.... Last year missed it coz it was his night shift. And sad to say, I never go Zouk Out before leh!!! Don't laff at me can? Suaku lar... Last time somebody don't let me go to these kind of party coz he said got alot of gropers. Sure kenna touch till jialat jialat. So all never go when I was more energetic years back lor... Now Tin Tin also want to go, finally got khaki already, but suay suay always kenna his working shift! Sad lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go camping! Anywhere, like Pulau Ubin? Tin Tin always say I cannot make it for camping coz I am always so princessy. He sees me no up lor. Mosquitoes aside, I think camping is fun. Though I haven really experienced it before... It's like so out of the urban reality, a different way of lifestyle just for a few days, Something different la. Sleeping in the tent looks exciting too! Setting up fire and cooking by the seaside, my god! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pack up my super messy room! Always wanted to but either no time to pack or lazy and no mood to pack. I can assure you that my room is the messier than any other girl. Looks more like a junkhouse with a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go JB shopping and eat seafood! Heard alot of people say dinner at Da Ma Hua Yuan is cheap and yummy, so far never eat before. And I miss shopping there. Too bad it puts your life at risk just by stepping into the soil there. You will never know when you are gonna have your bag snatched and you being drag along the road, or when you find a needle syringe pointing at you and asked for money, or worse, being gang rape. &lt;em&gt;*oh my god, shivers &lt;/em&gt;So better don't go there. Mummy is so right. It's hard to imagine SG and there is just across the river, but security and safety of the people can be of such a drastic difference. Nonetheless, side track abit huh, Hotlink is founded there! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully someday Tin Tin will be free enough to accompany for the above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some good news from Qiumei. She is gonna let me have a super fun toy to play with in next year May! Very very happy leh! I literally put a wide smile across my face when I heard that news. It's amazing, seeing your friends going through different stages of life. I remember the days where me and her loved to take neoprints at Northpoint, and calling each other laopo. During the secondary school days we could hogged over the phone for hours. But now she is other person's laopo already. Haha. And a mummy-to-be! Very consoling to know that she is so blissful, though I haven meet up with her for like a thousand years. Oh oh I definitely must meet her these few months. I want to see her tummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my friends getting married one after another makes me want to marry too. Haha. But I dread the thought of not able to live with my parents anymore. I dread the thought that whenever any tiny problem happen to me I cannot complain to my Mummy and ask her to take care of me. I have been very close to my mum since young. And my dad was the one who spolit us since young too. I cannot imagine one day I have to leave the house and leave them. Although I still can spend time with them, but not being able to stay with them makes me feel sad. I guess that's what every girl have to go through. And I can already foresee that when I get married, I will probably cry myself to sleep everynight at least one week before the wedding coz I can't bear to leave them. I must make sure that I will try to find lots of time to spend with my family a few weeks prior to the wedding. If not no chance already, even if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say until machiam I getting married soon hor? Haha. Not so soon lar... Tin Tin no money to marry me... Hee hee. But he says he is saving very hard for marriage. Means he has intentions to marry me liao. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok talk nonsense finish already. Going to change the rubber for my fake eyelash and play DS before going to sleep. Monday Tin Tin is working night shift. Sibei sianz ar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-4693316309469765655?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/4693316309469765655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=4693316309469765655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4693316309469765655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/4693316309469765655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4693316309469765655' title='I want to...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6084037316559716542</id><published>2007-11-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:45:28.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>Gave Mambo a miss for the consecutive 3rd week. Haha my colleagues must all be damn shocked. Well, supposed to go this week, but afternoon got a call from Tin Tin that he last min kenna duty so cannot go mambo. So I guai guai go home. Dunno why nowadays don't have the kick to go mambo already. Perhaps the lousy mix ins of the songs is a really turn off. Well anyway Joseph went last week. The Deepavali's eve, while I was at Baoling's place for mj. Haha. Joseph told me mambo was great. *scratches head. Maybe he too long never go mambo liao. Hee hee. Oh I still owe him one Chong Pang Nasi Lemak. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tin Tin very poor thing these few days. Offdays kenna call back for duty, on course also kenna call back for duty. So ke lian him. But hor... I even more ke lian!! Coz I cannot meet him. Luckily he came down and meet me for a quick dinner after his duty ended on Tuesday while I was working. If not almost a week never see him leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LV neverfull and papillon bag I want to buy are all out of stock online. Damn it!! Hopefully they still have stocks in the stores as Jason is going Paris over the weekend. If not I will be so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think MOF is not replying to my job application. Super upsetting. And I am so interested in the position. Anyone wants to hire me?  So far none has replied to even call me down for an interview. Wondering if it is my resume that is not good enough, or those people din even bother to look at the online application submission. =( And it has already been 2 months plus since I got my results. Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep. Too many things make me upset already. Shaking my head and sighing to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6084037316559716542?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6084037316559716542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6084037316559716542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6084037316559716542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6084037316559716542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6084037316559716542' title='sad'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-8345583105934072931</id><published>2007-11-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:17:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring offday</title><content type='html'>At such wee hours I am waiting for dear Tin Tin's call. Guess he is busy at work now. And I am already feeling goggy from the lack of sleep from the past few days. Serious bad news. I only realised it yesterday that Tin Tin is not able to meet me for the next few days. At least not until Wednesday. Boo hoo hoo... Very sad. And today (mon) is supposed to be his first off, the day where it is my offday too and we can happy happy go pat tor after his sleep! Blame it on the stupid duty. I hate it!!! And now I am left stranded and unwanted on my offday. Shitty man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tin Tin is going to buy me something nice for our one and half year. Dear lord, please let it be a pink sony digital camera, or a sony ericsson K850... &lt;em&gt;*looks at Tin Tin and smile as sweetly and innocently as possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna log off soon. Staring at the glaring screen makes me more goggy. My eyes are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;I am missing his smell and his irritating-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-8345583105934072931?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/8345583105934072931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=8345583105934072931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8345583105934072931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/8345583105934072931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8345583105934072931' title='Boring offday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-3453333149880456610</id><published>2007-11-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:53:52.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offday</title><content type='html'>Spent my offday shopping around Marina Sq and Suntec with my dear Tin Tin. And can you believe it I actually didn't buy anything?? Except for trying on some tops that I didn't buy in the end. So proud of myself la! Oh but I did spend money coz I offered to pay for baby's new adidas pouch. That time said I will buy for him one. But that pouch super expensive leh!!! Those on the same rack were selling like 10 over dollars. The one he had eyes for cost $45. Bo bianz he likes... And can you also believe his old pouch that he had all along been using has followed him for 10 years?? 10 years leh!! I have never had a bag or clothing or accessory that can last me for that long lor. That's why I told him, if the new pouch can use for another 10 years, then $45 is worth it la. And he gin-ed me... kua kua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Tin Tin very sweet leh... He brought me go see wedding bands... &lt;em&gt;*beams&lt;/em&gt; He has intention to marry me and I will be able to bully him for the rest of his life. We just see see look look only la. I think he wants to find out how much on general each pair cost. So cute him... But hor... I am more concerned about the proposal ring. Hee hee... I already told him I want big big solitaire one. He said he will buy me a ring pop. &lt;em&gt;*kick him&lt;/em&gt; If he really proposes I want a romantic memorable sweet touching proposal. Like ma chiam fairy tale kind... The kind that shows he puts in effort and sincerity and preparation. To me the proposal is just as important as the wedding. If he just ask me go apply house as the proposal I guess I will reject him flat and throw him down the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we REALLY get married, haha I already have ideas what to tekan him when he come to fetch the bride. I will make him do the "I'm too sexy for my ..." dance. Laugh till I almost die. Got once he did the dance and I casually told him next time I will get my jie-meis to make him do the same dance. Haha should see his face turn horrified and shocked and pleaded me to drop that idea. So fun to see him scared. I am an evil gf. Who ask him always make fun of me and make me look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I m going to sleep. Weather is so breezy for a nice cuddling sleep under the blanket. And Noelle's lychee martini is taking effect on me...  (after like 4 hours)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-3453333149880456610?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/3453333149880456610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=3453333149880456610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3453333149880456610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3453333149880456610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#3453333149880456610' title='Offday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-5120060183354532025</id><published>2007-10-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:27:16.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice nice Chinatown..</title><content type='html'>I have discovered a place that brings me shopping satisfaction equivalent to Wisma, Far East Plaza and Marina Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown Old People's Park Centre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent over hundreds there in one hour. And before that I am already falling short on the amount of saving target I have set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dulan thing is... most of the amount spent is not on myself... Sobs... Noelle and me actually went there to shop for Hui's birthday present... And we saw a very sweet nice dress while walking past one shop... so decided to pop in and I got to be the sacrifice by trying on the dress to see if the fitting is nice. Asked the price and yup the dress still falls within the budget I have set for her present. And together with it I also bought myself a very nice black button top with frills on the sleeve. Super nice lar I super like. And only $27 so cheap. Can wear to office or match with skinny jeans over the weekend. Walked around and elle said hui mentioned to her before she wanted to get some stretchmark cream. There also alot of shops selling toiletries and related stuff, and there I go buying that for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is not the worst. We further went down the lane and we saw one duper nice pants for her work atire. Very useful and easy to match, so even though I have already bought the dress and the cream, I endure the pain of separating the money with my pocket and bought her the pants. Total $100 0n her already. We further on went in to more shops and everything is nice for her leh! Still feel like buying more for her but pocket really cannot tahan already... See where to find so stupid friend like me... But bo bianz 9 years of friendship. Luckily in the end... sweet sweet Noelle eased my pain by a little by deciding to sponsor for the cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went into a shop and I saw one dress that I really really like. (Actually wanted to buy for Hui also one, but dunno why in the end it turned out I was contemplating to buy for myself) haha. Because of the material the dress was quite pricey... 55 bucks. Spent so much already... So decided not to get the dress for myself. Her birthday is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped around for about one and half hours, and we only conquered one level. Luckily got time constraint, if not more damage will be done to my poor pocket. There really very nice to shop leh! Alot of nice dresses and tops. Next time I wanna go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up Fen's house and prepared the packaging of the prezzie before heading over to Hui's house. Sweet fen also bought a cake for her even though she is on super tight budget. Played a little prank and surprise for her. Hope she likes the things we have prepared for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal no matter what you do we will all be behind you. No matter what happens, you will never be alone to face the music. All of us want the best for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-5120060183354532025?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/5120060183354532025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=5120060183354532025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5120060183354532025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/5120060183354532025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5120060183354532025' title='Nice nice Chinatown..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-2801717273841661051</id><published>2007-10-29T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:59:36.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by my boss Colin Hoh and I have to play the game. Must give face mah. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off by giving 5 weird things about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who got tagged need to write in their blog of their own weird things and state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3) In the end, you select another 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 weird things about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Visiting the toilet 3 times a day for solid waste discharge is a norm for me&lt;br /&gt;2. I sleep at 5.30 and wake up at 3pm EVERYDAY (11.30am on weekends)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lose MJ whenever stakes are increased&lt;br /&gt;4. Remember mean things that people said to me forever&lt;br /&gt;5. Loses sleep after overnight MJ no matter how tired I am. Super tired but just cannot sleep. Very 痛苦one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the 5 top birthday presents you wish for(looks at Tin Tin and smile sweetly):&lt;br /&gt;1) New digital camera. Sony T200 will be good...&lt;br /&gt;2) One solid Destinee diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;3) New handphone&lt;br /&gt;4) Gucci bag. No fix model, but nice one will do. I am very chin chai one&lt;br /&gt;5) Car. Mazda 2 or Swift can already... But I am not in charge of the monthly installments hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;Colin Hoh aka Hotlink Leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with him is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 帮主!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST 5 impressions:&lt;br /&gt;-Talented&lt;br /&gt;-Quick witted&lt;br /&gt;-Easy going&lt;br /&gt;-Humourous&lt;br /&gt;-Charismatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;All the fun outings that we went for with all our Hotlinkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable words he had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;Hotlink 339!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he becomes your lover, i will:&lt;br /&gt;be dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he becomes your lover, things he has to improve is:&lt;br /&gt;??? How I know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he becomes your enemy, i will:&lt;br /&gt;try to sort things out and maintain the unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he becomes your enemy, the reason would be:&lt;br /&gt;A very serious misunderstadning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most desired thing you would do for him now is:&lt;br /&gt;Hope, really hope that next month his team comes up with a loud boom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of him is:&lt;br /&gt;A very respectable and fun to hang out with person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think the people around you would feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;Blur like sotong lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character you love about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I want something, my mind tells me that I can get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character you hate about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Always wait till last minute then get things done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you would like to be:&lt;br /&gt;Jolin Tsai but one day will be enough. I still like to be myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who care and adores you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the support and care given. You guys make a wonderful me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people whom you've hurt:&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry and hope you have already forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people whom you love and treasure:&lt;br /&gt;Though I might not show constant concern and love, deep down I love you no matter what happens. This goes esp out to mummy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Tin Tin&lt;br /&gt;Noelle&lt;br /&gt;Hui&lt;br /&gt;Fen&lt;br /&gt;Qiumei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-2801717273841661051?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/2801717273841661051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=2801717273841661051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2801717273841661051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/2801717273841661051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2801717273841661051' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-3956273598180191887</id><published>2007-10-23T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:40:34.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the weekend</title><content type='html'>I hate Mondays where Tin Tin works night shift. Such day occurs once every month. Boo... He actually wanted to claim off for today so that he can accompany me... But full house. Disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at his place on Friday night. Went HK cafe for supper after work. Dragged him there coz I was craving for the mushroom porridge. Hee hee. After supper went his house watch dvd. Slept after the show ended at 5.30 am. One thing I really don't feel comfortable is having to kuay sio on that tiny single bed(or mattress). Coz that without fail leaves me awake for the whole night. How to sleep in peace when I can find toss properly? I need ample space for my disgraceful sleeping posture. That's why I always tell him want kuay sio can, but before he really knock out must climb back up to his own bed and sleep. I really don't understand the fun of kuay sio-ing when he falls straight to sleep in the snap of the finger. After much nagging and showing temper, he really climb back up to sleep after like half an hour. Haha at that very instant I felt kind of guilty, but instead of sayang him, I pulled myself up from my bed and to his bed... to snatch his bolster for myself. Haha how terrible can a girlfriend be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very particular about sleep. Didn't really sleep very well though and I knew he woke up early the next day but I continued to sleep. After some time, he came back in the room and started playing computer game. The CM game lar. Even though the game was not very noisy except from the frequent cheering, the clicking of the mouse irritates me to the max. Can't even sleep after he started playing the computer. About an hour of my sleep wasted. How to fall asleep with that constant click click click? Super buay zi dong. So I woke up in a super foul mood and didn't even want to talk to him. I simply hate people to disturb my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached office, decided that it's pointless getting angry when he doesn't even know what I am so angry about. So I replied him when he messaged me, and told him why I was so pissed off. So end of quarrel. But I still hate it when people interupt my sleep and I can't fall back (to sleep). [Once my mum and brother talked so loud till I woke up and I ended up scolding my mum and flaring up] No matter who is it, I won't give face. Unless it is really the time for me to wake up, like for work, then it is justifiable. My sleep is very very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went ktv-ing with my hotlink without xiao hotlink Cyn. And Tin Tin joined us after his work. After ktv Tin Tin and me went Marina South arcade. Black beauty's headlight blew. And Tin Tin was so upset. He felt that she was handicapped. Then I told him human also will pua beh one mah. Furthermore the bulb also use for so long already of course will spoil lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent almost 4 hours there. Most of the time Tin Tin was playing the mahjong game. And we had lots of fun guessing the last chance card. Coz both of us always super salty one. Always choose the card beside the winning card. Left at 4am, and all was fine on CTE until the Yishun exit. Bloody hell whole Yishun raining lar. Quite heavy somemore. And I was the one wearing the jacket. So my poor Tin Tin had to brave all the chill and the splattering of the raindrops. Super heartpain him lar. He so skinny already how to tahan? Did a frail attempt to shed his body from the rain by covering it with my hand. Cannot help much I know, but at least better than nothing lar. Wah the raindrop landing on bare skin is super painful can. My poor baby. Anyway, luckily the traffic was quire smooth and we didn't have to wait for red light under the rain like two stupid fools. And I was only a little wet thanks to the jacket, but my Tin Tin was all wet. Told him to park black beauty in the car park but he just stopped at the car porch. I know he didn't want go up my house lar. But I cannot understand why. What's wrong with just drying yourself up in a confined area before proceeding the rest of the journey home? He rather shiver like a skinny wet chicken under the pouring rain with icy cold wind blowing. I offered to bring him a dry top from my house. At first he rejected. I asked again and after some hesitation he agreed. Tried asking him to park the bike at the carpark and go when the rain gets lighter. Still don't want. I think maybe he scared my mummy wake up lar. He very scared of my mum one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scattered upstairs and change to dry clothing, grab a t-shirt that is able to fit him, brought along a hand towel for him to dry his body, and made a cup of hot lipton tea for him. After he changed into the t-shirt I tugged the hand towel on his collar, as another protective layer from the rain. And he looked like a small kid waiting for mummy to feed him cereal. Haha. When he saw the hot tea I made for him. He very gam dong leh. Dunno why. He said coz he can feel the love and concern. Wah over a cup of hot tea also can derive so much. He very cute one lar. And he himself made sure that he finished the tea. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always so appreciative over those little things I do for him. So sweet. Maybe because I seldom do things like that. And he treat it like gold. Keke. That's why, cannot treat men too nice, if not all the nice things you do become worthless. Long long do one time, and he will see you as an angel. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-3956273598180191887?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/3956273598180191887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=3956273598180191887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3956273598180191887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/3956273598180191887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3956273598180191887' title='Over the weekend'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-479357947758438283</id><published>2007-10-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:22:12.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New haircut</title><content type='html'>Very broke now. I lost a total of $330 in one week coz of mahjong. Damn sad lar. Anyway, I went for a haircut. My fringe irritates me more than ever. Just losing Tin Tin by a margin. But due to vanity, I lun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="746" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/16-10-07_1615.jpg" width="449" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This haircut costs me another 44 bucks. The most expensive haircut I went for. But never mind lar heck. Anyway I also long long one time cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday knocked off very late. 9 plus. Then meet Tin Tin and he brought me to Sakae Teppanyaki for dinner. The food is nice lor. I love the chawanmushi. Make on the spot. And they uses the whole onion as a bowl for the steamed egg. How innovative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="711" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Dear%20n%20me/13-10-07_2159.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beef set. Consist of beef, assorted mushroom, chawanmushi, tofu steak, and some liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="763" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Dear%20n%20me/13-10-07_2158.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His chicken set. Consist of chicken (his FAV), salmon, assorted mushroom, tofu steak, and big oyster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing is they used too much garlic to fry with the mushroom. Thus the mushroom only taste of garlic. And I don't like garlic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal cost him around 50 bucks I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went Crix's house for mahjong. But the amount won is not even enough to cover 10% of what I lost the night before lor. sulks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a fun day. Had my Hotlink outing. After work we went to eat Hainanese Chicken rice at Selegie. After that we went Mind's Cafe to play boardgame. Had a crazy time over there. I almost laugh till I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="573" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/Photo-0195.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="513" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/Photo-0192.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce Hotlink and Xiao Hotlink with menu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/Photo-0193.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lady Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="710" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/14-10-07_2139.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang Leader concentrating on the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="569" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/Photo-0206.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy being careful not to drop the monkeys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="515" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/Photo-0207.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wendy kenna forfeit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Mind's cafe closes early on Sunday - 11p.m, so even though we had not enough fun we had to leave. Took a bus to Cine and wanted to catch movie. No nice movie with suitable timing and after much discussion we settled for LAN game. First time play LAN game lor. Cyn's idea. She taught us how to play. We played a simple game call Kitty Run Kitty. A game of speed, risk and teamwork. If one kitty dies others have to save him before carrying on the journey. It took us a few times to get the hang of it and finally when all of us managed to get to round 2, time's up and computer was shut off. Very stingy... Then we went to Hongkong cafe for snacks. The mushroom porridge is super super yummy! Still feel like eating whenever I think of it. Went there and joke around till their closing at 3a.m and went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="427" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/15102007499.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full force at Hongkong cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stil don't feel like ending the day and so thinking of other places to go but we keep drifting off the topic and started talking about everything else. Till 4a.m, Amanda was very tired and all of us went home. Lousy lar Amanda. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took some photos on Friday night while we were still in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="427" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/12102007492.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="414" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/12102007488.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic, Colin said Cynthia's arm look like gigantic finger while Amanda said the arm look like jiam tau Roti. Wah I laugh till can die lor. And they were making me laugh like hell before snapping the pic. That explains my extremely gleeful expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="398" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Rachel%20and%20friends/12102007491.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyn, Amanda, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy gang is driving me nuts! Especially that Cynthia and her always unexpected actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-479357947758438283?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/479357947758438283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=479357947758438283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/479357947758438283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/479357947758438283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#479357947758438283' title='New haircut'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/th_16-10-07_1615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-344629279146979223</id><published>2007-10-11T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:30:19.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robotic me!</title><content type='html'>I think I am mad already. Tuesday went Chris' house after work and played 3 poks of mj. Started at 2 a.m ended at 9a.m... Took some breaks in between. Reached home at 10 and fell flat on the bed.Woke up 3 plus go work. Woke up feeling damn goggy and told myself to go home early after work. Already set my mind not to go Mambo. Then bloody hell I knock off at 11pm. When meeting Tin Tin never knock off so early. Don't feel like going home so early as Tin Tin is busy at work and no time to chat over the phone with me. Sad. So I went Mambo... Left at 3 plus and reach home 4 plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would be tired! No!!! Despite not sleeping yesterday night and having only 5 hours of sleep this morning I am now still freaking awake! So awake that I still find mood to blog and chat with my Tin Tin. I think I am slowly killing myself. Sort dio already... Robotic me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-344629279146979223?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/344629279146979223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=344629279146979223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/344629279146979223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/344629279146979223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#344629279146979223' title='Robotic me!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-6786199014319257835</id><published>2007-10-09T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:36:46.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding dinner</title><content type='html'>I just came back from a relative's wedding dinner at Orchard Parade Hotel. It was only on the way there when I decided to ask my mum's whose wedding was it. It was my mum's cousin. So called my 表叔 la. 47 years old already finally found the right one to tie the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dishes were yummilicious. As our table only got 7 persons, all of us get to eat extra! I like! I even have 2 bowls of shark fin fish maw soup. Thinking about it now still makes me drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="613" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2036.jpg" width="584" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis playing Mario before dinner starts. She sucks at it. Even more terrible than me at playing Mario.. And that's my mum sitting next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="732" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2042.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="731" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2143.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ask my sis to chop off my arm coz I think I look fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="748" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2146.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 bah gehs... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="715" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2112.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The don't look at all alike sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="770" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2111.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The look alike sisters... My 2 ah yi(s)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="323" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2141.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum Seng ceremony... My stupid sis says the groom looks like my Tin Tin, skinny and tall... So maybe that's how Tin Tin will look like if we dang dang dang dang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="724" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2157.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One more shot leh.. I hate my nose leh. But I love the colour of my lips... No lip gloss no lip colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="747" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2144.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me face very round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="727" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2222.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="742" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2220.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She insisted on taking pic with that bowl of dry petals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="716" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/08-10-07_2226.jpg" width="600" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhoring in toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner started late but ended early... I was totally famished at 9pm (lucky I ate some rice at home) and the 8 course dinner ended at 10.15pm. Very fast for wedding dinner lor. I guess maybe coz it's a Monday so they try to end everything early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ah yi ask me when is my turn. I replied not so fast. She told me she thinks among all the children she 看好 me to be the first one to get married. Haha. &lt;em&gt;* stare blankly at Tin Tin and shrug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting bored about my hair. I want a new hairstyle. And my hair is getting too thick. Half a year never cut hair already. I want to cut hair!! After this week perhaps. After all my students are done with their exams. I have tuitions 3 times this week. &lt;em&gt;*fainting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, am I really that hard to get along with? Some simple gestures can lead to huge quarrels. I don't know why. I met him on Friday and Sunday. Both occasions we also quarrelled. Sianz. Both instances also wui dio bo liao stuff. Friday because he missed me and he can't stop the car in time to pick me up and therefore must go one big round twice. Sunday even more stupid. He use his fingers and dig his teeth and after that I die also dun want hold his hand coz dirty and he insisited to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really don't like. Why quarrel also must bring other matters in to add the fire? 我认为一件事对一件事. But he always like to lump everything together and quarrel. And Sunday that matter 明明 is not my fault. At first he say he not angry. But clearly I can tell he is. So I ask him don't like that. He still acted as before. So I pek chek ask him then why he give that fucked up attitude. Then he even angrier. And 来了lor. Then when we started to quarrel he admitted at first he really was angry. But when I confronted him he not angry already. See! In the very first place let me know he angry不就好了lor! And after that I cannot remember how we got so heated up lar. He kept asking what I want. I just don't want to quarrel lor. He mentioned that whenever we quarrel he must be the one to bow down and talk to me first. I am like a princess and he ma chiam like slave. Wah lan he use the word slave leh. Now then I know how he actually think. Fine lor I don't want to be princess anymore. Everything I also do myself. I am not gonna rely on him anymore. 免得next time kenna say again. I want to be strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253740-6786199014319257835?l=siauwei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/feeds/6786199014319257835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253740&amp;postID=6786199014319257835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6786199014319257835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253740/posts/default/6786199014319257835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siauwei.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6786199014319257835' title='Wedding dinner'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17743440183934632616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOKWT3yW6ZA/SKm4XfHWaeI/AAAAAAAAA18/vqzi0b9aTVQ/S220/DSC00919.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/rachel/th_08-10-07_2036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253740.post-1711948969166349447</id><published>2007-10-02T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T04:44:57.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Tin and my story (initial)</title><content type='html'>Tin Tin sent me home early today. He is on course tomorrow. We just went for dinner with his parents and went to the newly opened ice cream shop at Holland V named Cold Bar. Concept of this Cold Bar is pretty interesting. First choose the flavours of the ice cream and then choose the mix ins... Apart from the old school chocolate fudge, peanut crunch and chocolate rice, they have interesting ones like gummy bears, marshmallows, Tim Tam biscuits, chocolate balls etc. Over 20 selections for you to choose. But per mix in is one dollar. Me and Tin Tin ordered the large one. We were able to choose 2 flavours for which Rum and Raisin (His top top Fav) and Ferero were chosen, and we took gummy bears and marshmallow as mix ins. Ordered another drink called Mango A Go-go. Catchy name isn't it? All cost us (or rather him. keke) $17. We just wanted to give it a try as it is something new la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked back to his home and slack till 11 plus before he sent me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot of my Tin Tin. Taken on my birthday. Guess where he is? Toilet!!! Haha. Toilet of the hotel room in New Majestic Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="210" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a159/tohrachel/Dear%20n%20me/cameraphotos254.jpg" width="537" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn artistic shot right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby when are we going back there? I love love love the concept leh. One night 300 bucks ... kua kua... That's even more expensive than Grand Copthorne or Swissotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us went to catch I pronounce you Chuck and Larry last week. Nice funny comedy. The was one scene where both the male leads had to go to Canada to register their marriage. That was very funny lar. But that's besides the point. The point is in the movie they shot the Niagara Falls. It's damn magnificent la. At first I was wondering what was it that is so nice. Then I think think think... Canada... So should be Niagara Falls la. Then I told Tin Tin I wanna go there next time. He dun wan to hiu me leh... So evil... &lt;em&gt;*pouts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is our 16th month anni. 不知不觉 I am together with this boy for 16 months already. Like so fast. Still remember the time he asked me to be his girlfriend. Very cute leh he. Still can remember that he was damn nervous lor. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still remember vividly the day he first know me. So timid. Then after that call and talk to me. Talked for a short while only as I was cutting my birthday cake. Next day call and talk to me again. First meeting with him was at Bukit Batok. I ended school and went for tuition. After tuition wanted to go home and just nice he msged me. And don't know how we agreed to go town for movie since he was near Bukit Batok. Sent his then RVF for some servicing. Told me to wait awhile for him at Westmall and he will come and pick me up. But hor, he made me wait for an hour la. But that time not close with him mah. So gong gong never make noise. Actually after he reached and I was walking to meet him, I was kind of nervous leh. Coz he usually sees me when lighting is not good. And that day go school I was not wearing any makeup and I wore until damn lok kok leh. Totally cannot make it jio dio liao lar. Scared he sees me think I buang lor. Met him and went up his bike. Aiyo I tell you it was my first time sitting a racing bike. Must bend until so low and I felt I can fly off anytime. Scared until like dunno what. But don't dare tell him lar. He told me can hold his oil tank but hor not familiar with him and scared bend too close to him kenna eat tofu mah.(although not much to eat la) So I rather gan kor also don't want to hold his oil tank. Haha. But my knees kiap his hips till damn tight I think he can feel it lor. But only diam diam. And tell you something damn funny, I kiap so tight until next day I wake up my 
