<?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-37688130</id><updated>2012-01-12T19:49:34.528+08:00</updated><category term='Rugby'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Ole ole ole ole'/><category term='I miss my graduated seniors-cum-friends. Haha'/><category term='&apos;cause i&apos;m not.'/><category term='I&apos;m so hungry'/><category term='Dreams dreams'/><category term='HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO ME'/><category term='Vainity is not a sin.'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='ngee ann city civic plaza'/><category term='Horny.Haha Kidding :D'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Sweet dreams'/><category term='disaster'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry if i look interested'/><category term='yongquan'/><category term='you got punkd'/><category term='Bang bang'/><category term='misled'/><category term='Blacky friday.'/><category term='lamBURP'/><category term='MC.'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='fun'/><category term='town'/><category term='Hungry babarian'/><category term='subaru impreza wrx'/><category term='human'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Une Affaire De Douceur</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>713</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-324048028191518774</id><published>2012-01-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:49:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP iPhone4 [dec 2010- jan 2012]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On the first day of school, thinking it could be a good start of the week since everything went smoothly so far for my days in the year 2012. There is no sign of Armageddon like what the Mayan had predicted. However, tragic bestowed upon me.. more to my little gadget who was less than 1.5years old. I haven't taught it how to swim, even though it had been through hell with me for a 42km marathon under the Sun. It was my love, thinking of it everyday, every night, holding it everywhere I go and never to leave my house without it. It's more important than my boyfriend&lt;em&gt; (I'm risking my life typing this actually.). &lt;/em&gt;So just as I decided to go home after first lecture,&amp;nbsp;my boyfriend, Alvin decided to go for our Genes and Society lecture at UTown &lt;em&gt;(a.k.a University Town @ NUS).&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am not blaming him, because I am sure everything happens for a reason, somehow we derived the explanation of why this tragedic incident&lt;em&gt; (which I'm going to&amp;nbsp;elaborate subsequently)&lt;/em&gt; happened in a blink of my eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was whining about how sad my life is because the Mee Hoon Kueh he ordered for me was so bland. The previous time we ate wasn't that bad, and&amp;nbsp;I assumed the auntie has been swap with some other random person. He was&lt;em&gt; almost&lt;/em&gt; soft-hearted and wanted to get me a can of coke to spice up my sadistic life... But decided not to, right after he ended his suggestion. My life is sad! Haha! But yeah, he didn't get me my can of coke in the end 'cos he wanted me to lead a healthy lifestyle.&lt;em&gt; (I haven't been jogging since the last marathon.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There, we left the place for lecture in the TP-Auditorium. Before we went in, the 'tempting' washrooms were calling out for us. Alright, how nice was the Ladies' room being empty and spacious, clean and scenty.. The first cubicle that caught my attention was the one that I'd to squat. Good. Somehow, I guess you know where this story is going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes, you're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What happened next was, I locked the door, hung my bag on the hook and stood on top of the squat&amp;nbsp;toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;SPLASH&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodsensenow.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/toilet-iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.foodsensenow.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/toilet-iphone.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND MY iPHONE DECIDED TO TAKE A DIVE INTO THE WATER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.intomobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/dead_iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.intomobile.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/dead_iphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please laugh. 'Cos I'm laughing too. Oh gosh, it was terrible. I was stunned for 5seconds before I decided to put my hand into the disgusting water and ran out of the cubicle. Placed the phone beside the sink and washed my hands with soap x65432345 times. Then I remembered my iPhone, I have to clean it. I pressed the home button and the last text message I saw, before it was put to sleep... forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.methodshop.com/gadgets/ipodsupport/toilet/iphone-rice2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.methodshop.com/gadgets/ipodsupport/toilet/iphone-rice2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they said placing it in a bowl of rice would help to absorb moisture in the iPhone. But it gna take 24hours before it MIGHT recover. Besides, it's a POSSIBILITY, not a 100% fact. So, I guess there's no way I'm going to try this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkC_WLDAgjI/TANm697Xv3I/AAAAAAAADc4/YnWtlpDPb3E/s640/iPhone_inside.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't risk the chance of having a dead iPhone who was drenched back home. I'd prolly be dead like the phone. So Alvin and I&amp;nbsp;decided to go visit the &lt;em&gt;AhBeng-looking mobile&amp;nbsp;phone&amp;nbsp;shops&lt;/em&gt; at&amp;nbsp;Clementi Central.&amp;nbsp;Saw the first one, even though he appeared damn ah-beng looking, we decided to give it a try to see if he could resuscitate my iPhone. He dissected my iPhone into bits and pieces, the brain, the organs, the intestines, the kidneys, livers were all dug out. But well, he put them all back and he did, after much conversation with him, a change of battery worth $60, he revived my iPhone. But with a wet screen and jumping-shivering screen.&amp;nbsp;He advised us to sell it away ASAP because it wasn't going to last. It's like giving me the last chance to say my last words to my iPhone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Problem is, nobody wants a drenched iPhone. They are all heartless people who didn't take pity on my drenched, chilled, cold, sad, sick, dying iPhone.. :(&lt;strong&gt; It's gone anyway&lt;/strong&gt;, I hope it has a better life next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, SAY HI TO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="http://scm-l3.technorati.com/12/01/04/59527/Siri.jpg?t=20120104094119" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SIRI. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd loved to thank my wonderful family for their support on this tragedy, and my amazing boyfriend to accompany me going here and there just to fix this problem despite being sick himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GET WELL SOOOOON! Siri wishes to talk to you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: I had Orange juice instead of Coke btw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-324048028191518774?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/324048028191518774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=324048028191518774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/324048028191518774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/324048028191518774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2012/01/rip-iphone4-dec-2010-jan-2012.html' title='RIP iPhone4 [dec 2010- jan 2012]'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkC_WLDAgjI/TANm697Xv3I/AAAAAAAADc4/YnWtlpDPb3E/s72-c/iPhone_inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3114683854979301223</id><published>2012-01-08T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:19:16.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVziAY1dedY/TwlCuLzeddI/AAAAAAAAE6E/GWsq7YX-TOQ/s1600/tumblr_lbtqafDqe81qax1zlo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVziAY1dedY/TwlCuLzeddI/AAAAAAAAE6E/GWsq7YX-TOQ/s1600/tumblr_lbtqafDqe81qax1zlo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Imagine a perfect relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A relationship full of love, passion, respect, tolerance, understanding, care and concerns. Imagine that you wake up to sweet good mornings text with your partner's smile on his face. Imagine going to bed after a good night message blessing you with sweetdreams. Every single day. 365 days a year. No exceptions. No failures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Imagine that a simple smile of the person you love is brightening up your day. And the way they look at you takes your breath away. And the soft touch of their hands makes you realize that they will never let you fall. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Imagine you have that someone who you would like to share hard times with. Someone you want to have beside you in a storm. Someone who allows you to cry and not judge you. Someone who looks you into your eyes and say, "I'm here, everything will be just fine.". Someone, who you know won’t let you down, won’t betray your trust. Someone who knows who you are, accepts all your faults and loves you anyway. Someone who sees your heart and touches your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine that your fairy tale finally has come true and you are happy. &lt;strong&gt;You really are. Really. Are. Happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And each time when you whisper “I love you”, you remind yourself that this is the best thing that ever happened to you. And you will never compromise it with anything else. &lt;strong&gt;Never let it go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Imagine the state of absolute overwhelming happiness. Where ‘happily ever after’ seems to be the truth of your life, or rather there is no ending to this fairytale. Where staying awake in reality brings you more happiness than in your dreams. Where the sky is always blue and the sun is always bright. Where the rain is always ending with a rainbow. And where you wake up and are thankful to the Universe for making your dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I found mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3114683854979301223?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3114683854979301223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3114683854979301223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3114683854979301223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3114683854979301223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for you.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVziAY1dedY/TwlCuLzeddI/AAAAAAAAE6E/GWsq7YX-TOQ/s72-c/tumblr_lbtqafDqe81qax1zlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7663019892962356921</id><published>2012-01-04T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:23:49.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First meetup in 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in 2011, we promised ourselves that it's definitely a must to have a meetup once every month. Like the lunar 15th of the month, but in the end we were too busy with our schedules that we couldn't squeeze out a slot for even simple dinner. So we went dragging and dragging and dragging, until the new year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to meetup on the last week of my vacation, and it's a simple dinner but a heartwarming one. Jeez. Before that I went to meet b for some timetable issues and we roamed around town, thinking it would be crowded since it's lunch hours, but it was like a ghost town. The place was pretty empty. And not forgetting sunny to the max. I was almost melted by the sun when we stepped out from Marina Square. And walked to esplanade, then explored its library but decided to take a stroll to onefullerton. The best Ultimate I ever drank, with good scenery and hidden inside the aircon coffeebean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time's up! Time to meet my girls and b has to go for tuition. We parted our ways and I went to meet jypoppy. Ohmy, kind of anxious 'cos haven't met them since forever! love love love. Hopped over to Wild Honey for some all-day breakfast for our dinner. Kind of contradictin' and I realised the people in the house were pretty much confused people like us. Having breakfast for dinner. Hmmm. What has the world becomes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tr7XJWR0C0/TwcXY-UFHII/AAAAAAAAE54/E2NrPHZ9VS8/s1600/379412_10150668918714638_770334637_12008162_639731005_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my English Breakfast. The best decision among others, especially after we saw what meiling and rebecca ordered, californian and canadian breakfast.. Hmm, somehow I think I wouldn't travel to these two places for breakfast. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRyVvXH6wg/TwcXXwFaEWI/AAAAAAAAE50/IT-r50eUdUc/s1600/398161_10150668919484638_770334637_12008172_428305618_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIRyVvXH6wg/TwcXXwFaEWI/AAAAAAAAE50/IT-r50eUdUc/s1600/398161_10150668919484638_770334637_12008172_428305618_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my beautiful girls, we shared the best memories in SP together and those shall remain in our hearts as we proceed to build on more memories in times to come. We have our own cliques, our own old friends back in secondary schools, but somehow we still become each others' confidantes and understand each others. I never once took their friendships for granted because they are friends whom I really love and would think about every night before i sleep. HA! Kidding. Hahaha! But honestly, they are the girls I'd love for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nW6Ms0N8ras/TwcXW0GrtbI/AAAAAAAAE5s/eQsBDlrt1S8/s1600/405925_10150668949104638_770334637_12008320_1668125996_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nW6Ms0N8ras/TwcXW0GrtbI/AAAAAAAAE5s/eQsBDlrt1S8/s1600/405925_10150668949104638_770334637_12008320_1668125996_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Finally realised how to upload bigger photos already! hehehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7663019892962356921?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7663019892962356921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7663019892962356921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7663019892962356921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7663019892962356921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-meetup-in-2012.html' title='First meetup in 2012'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tr7XJWR0C0/TwcXY-UFHII/AAAAAAAAE54/E2NrPHZ9VS8/s72-c/379412_10150668918714638_770334637_12008162_639731005_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-9221757780217722769</id><published>2011-12-06T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:33:30.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>香港5D4N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to Hong Kong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;歡迎光臨香港&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEzq2xHq9-w/TwV9iPrjccI/AAAAAAAAE4E/NfXEyRM5JUI/s1600/P1000595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 443px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694095331158094274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEzq2xHq9-w/TwV9iPrjccI/AAAAAAAAE4E/NfXEyRM5JUI/s400/P1000595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKCObyMbpKM/TwV9hcKW4uI/AAAAAAAAE34/dahsMmKwIXU/s1600/P1000598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694095317328650978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKCObyMbpKM/TwV9hcKW4uI/AAAAAAAAE34/dahsMmKwIXU/s400/P1000598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was on a hiatus during my first school's holiday in University. It was supposed to be dated on the annual CNY getaway but decided to push forward this vacation since Bro had some off days to clear, somehow or rather. Besides, Sis just came back from Tokyo not long ago, we said she leads a life of a tai-tai, back from first trip and soonafter packing for the next country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a morning flight and by the time we landed safely on the Hongkong runway, it was just nice for us to check-in the hotel at Tsim Sha Tsui. Gosh, I was so deadbeat I wished I could stay in the hotel room and rest my feet forever because if you follow my blog updates, you'll remember that just 2days ago I conquered miles in Singapore with my 10 feets within hours. The aches on my thighs, and the blisters on my feets weren't helping when travelling overseas. I guess the locals thought I was a 'bai-ka jo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDmneE5md_M/TwV9g1tguwI/AAAAAAAAE3s/YS9RN4xxPDg/s1600/P1000651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694095307007113986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pDmneE5md_M/TwV9g1tguwI/AAAAAAAAE3s/YS9RN4xxPDg/s400/P1000651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night in Hongkong, magnificient skyline of the city and those skyscrapers just lit up the night so bright. Singapore definitely is pretty, but it cannot be compared to Hongkong. Theirs are really grand and breath-taking. The weather was still manageable for me, just a pairs of jeans and boots, with a jacket is enough to keep me warm. Take note, I'm pretty much a girl who is afraid of chills. My palms are always icy cold, just like my heart. HAHAHA! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nAgQJBu4lAA/TwV9gC_FIoI/AAAAAAAAE3g/ysVDQbXUuFM/s1600/P1000846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694095293390594690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nAgQJBu4lAA/TwV9gC_FIoI/AAAAAAAAE3g/ysVDQbXUuFM/s400/P1000846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip included our journey to Macau, the custom was unbearable because of the crowd of ATs. Old, young, fat, thin, smelly, scenty, ugly, pretty.. all types. And it took us almost an hour to step foot on the land. Luckily Dad decided to cancel the part to ShenZhen, or else I wonder how I'm survive the few hours there. I heard it's really chaotic and the last time my siblings went there, they saw daylight robbery or something like that immediately when they reached. Oh well! I never had taken Singapore's safety and security for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkep6OqVGL8/TwV9f-NBhxI/AAAAAAAAE3U/9gASOpBmtJE/s1600/P1000861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694095292106901266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkep6OqVGL8/TwV9f-NBhxI/AAAAAAAAE3U/9gASOpBmtJE/s400/P1000861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hey, I actually tried my luck with the slot machine in the gambling arena a.k.a the Casino! Macao is just a land of casino, casino and more casino. But given a chance, I'd rather go to Las Vegas instead. One day, when I am filthy rich... I will try my hands in Las Vegas and get wild. &lt;strong&gt;What happens in vegas, stays in vegas.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha! Kidding only la. I'd rather use those money and backpack in Europe with my love. So, I knew all along since young when we started our gambling den every first night of Chinese New Year in the living room, that I am never a gambler with luck. I seldom win, and even if I do.. it's really small winnings. Usually I'd lost all my angbao monies to my siblings and I'd resort of crying to my folks and made them return my lost. Hahahahahaha! That's the plus point for being the youngest in the family. You'll never be wrong, when you cryyyyy and complainnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yup, i lose HKD$100 just by anyhow punching on the slot machine's buttons.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single cents left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn6s62h9pwE/TwV8BeccxYI/AAAAAAAAE3E/b8-aE446AUI/s1600/P1000939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694093668673963394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn6s62h9pwE/TwV8BeccxYI/AAAAAAAAE3E/b8-aE446AUI/s400/P1000939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gums in Singapore, it's the best to spam them in overseas then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn7PXUDV3JM/TwV8A2BI2HI/AAAAAAAAE24/-Ec2tfzdSBo/s1600/R0016013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694093657821993074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn7PXUDV3JM/TwV8A2BI2HI/AAAAAAAAE24/-Ec2tfzdSBo/s400/R0016013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjjHCQNwhDc/TwV8Aaj1GzI/AAAAAAAAE2s/LGWOc8evk2I/s1600/R0016012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694093650451307314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjjHCQNwhDc/TwV8Aaj1GzI/AAAAAAAAE2s/LGWOc8evk2I/s400/R0016012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pairs of fine boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXH1LG7p-hg/TwV7_60w-8I/AAAAAAAAE2g/UNkxWZ1OyQI/s1600/R0016087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694093641932405698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXH1LG7p-hg/TwV7_60w-8I/AAAAAAAAE2g/UNkxWZ1OyQI/s400/R0016087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right inside the crystal cabin, hanging by the thread on the sky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cabin stopped for almost a near-15mins with strong wind blowing and we could hear the wind 'wheeeeee-whoooooo'. I thought we might not be able to go home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a scary experience because besides claustrophobia, I am afraid of heights too. And deep blue sea. Such a pussy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr7bfGnn_D8/TwV7_YIdE-I/AAAAAAAAE2U/84gcpM12fv0/s1600/R0016120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694093632619746274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fr7bfGnn_D8/TwV7_YIdE-I/AAAAAAAAE2U/84gcpM12fv0/s400/R0016120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha 'por-bee' everyone haz a wonderful 2012&lt;br /&gt;and please let us see the sunrise of 2013 in times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-9221757780217722769?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/9221757780217722769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=9221757780217722769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9221757780217722769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9221757780217722769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/12/5d4n.html' title='香港5D4N'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEzq2xHq9-w/TwV9iPrjccI/AAAAAAAAE4E/NfXEyRM5JUI/s72-c/P1000595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6237712233038283406</id><published>2011-12-04T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:24:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCSM'11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The mission impossible of 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeks before Tom Cruise released his MI:3 Ghost Protocol, we had already challenged our mission impossible of the year: Standard Chartered Marathon 2011. And it was a full marathon of 42km with no backup plans. Y'know, days before this major event, we were busy digging ourselves into the world of geeks 'cos of the semetral exams. There was really no time for preparation, and the furthest I ran was 6km and the longest I ran was 1hour. That was the trainnings we had for this full marathon. At least he did &lt;strong&gt;one half marathon&lt;/strong&gt; more than me, and he was from the &lt;strong&gt;Commando &lt;/strong&gt;back in his army days, so it's definite that he's stronger than me physically and mentally. I am just a girl-next-door. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first 6km was the torture as was the last 6km.&lt;br /&gt;Starting line was the traffic road infront of Takashimaya, and somehow the annoucing of race starting was as vague as how it ended. Well, people ran and you just had to keep going because there were hundreds of people around you, once you stopped, the people behind would bang you from the back. Uhhh, I mean literally? Some of the runners had good sportsmenship, and they are courtesy to apologise or slow down when they accidentally pushed you, while some were really morons who just pushed people who blocked their ways. Morons. And yeah, within the first 3km, right after the tunnels, we saw dudes pee'ing the the bushes by the roadside already. Guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the reasons why I could tahan for so long was because of Alvin endless encouragement and motivation to keep me going. He even prepapred a race-pack just for us filled with power gels and energy bars. Okay, but the energy bars were so sticky, chewy and hard to swallow I almost puked when I sunk my teeth onto them. I remember that part, we were running near the Singapore Flyer already. So it was quite a distance. 2hours and we completed 10km or more. And by the time we reached East Coast Park, I was whining terribly already. Legs were complaining because it's getting lazy, so I kept giving excuses that I can't because it's straining. But I was pushed forward instead. ENDLESSS ROAD AHEAD.. there is no turning point. And we took almost 2hours struggling INTO the ECP's endless path, the nigerian already came out from it and returning to the final point. That was around 8am. Oh gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alvin has the priviledge to pour 100plus on my head. I hope he didn't enjoy doing it. haha! And yeah, rubbing tigerbalms on the thighs and calves were really effective. It's like fire on the legs and give you a sudden turbo power to zoooooooom pass so many people. By the time we returned from the ECP, everyone was walking. And I meant it, they were just WALKING. Even the tigerbalm runners. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BmImcmkRvE/TwWQ-EuUbQI/AAAAAAAAE5A/suT8DRBIWCk/s1600/SCAU0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694116699974167810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BmImcmkRvE/TwWQ-EuUbQI/AAAAAAAAE5A/suT8DRBIWCk/s400/SCAU0693.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXvcjIrx7Z4/TwWQ-GuEFlI/AAAAAAAAE40/4yonBUSRQp8/s1600/SCBD0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694116700509967954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXvcjIrx7Z4/TwWQ-GuEFlI/AAAAAAAAE40/4yonBUSRQp8/s400/SCBD0060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, these photos you saw smiles on us. Trust me, it was just that moment when it flashed on us. The aches on the thighs were so untolerable, there was no reason for us to smile. Unless we went bonkers by the heat and the tiredness. Oh trust me, the mp3 gna be useless for the entire run. TRUST ME ON THIS. So yeahh, we completed this amazing race within 7hours and we were so damn proud of ourselves. It's a mental torture by the time we reached 30km onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDL29PvCutk/TwWQ9043_sI/AAAAAAAAE4o/g00inarNb2g/s1600/SCAT4635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694116695723474626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDL29PvCutk/TwWQ9043_sI/AAAAAAAAE4o/g00inarNb2g/s400/SCAT4635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmLlJ5PFIvo/TwWQ9W6GfvI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/nOHqW_VJQRQ/s1600/SCAQ0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694116687675555570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmLlJ5PFIvo/TwWQ9W6GfvI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/nOHqW_VJQRQ/s400/SCAQ0565.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6237712233038283406?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6237712233038283406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6237712233038283406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6237712233038283406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6237712233038283406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/12/scsm11.html' title='SCSM&apos;11'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BmImcmkRvE/TwWQ-EuUbQI/AAAAAAAAE5A/suT8DRBIWCk/s72-c/SCAU0693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2241204603836728042</id><published>2011-10-09T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:57:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who in this world would wake up early in the morning before the Sun even wakes up, just to travel to Old Airport Road for a 10km race? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hxCLBoXOWg/Tuh8EAVg85I/AAAAAAAAEz4/-5txb5HBot8/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685930937806812050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hxCLBoXOWg/Tuh8EAVg85I/AAAAAAAAEz4/-5txb5HBot8/s400/IMG_2206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These people loh, and more to come.. together with Alvin and myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sort of feeling excited about the race because it's my first race as a public runner. The previous one was in campus, so not counted. Besides, the atmosphere at the starting point was really amazing. Everyone feels so healthy and energetic. It's lovely.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFzjt07CMAA/Tuh8D_EHabI/AAAAAAAAEzs/HjwLa-BkQew/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685930937465399730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFzjt07CMAA/Tuh8D_EHabI/AAAAAAAAEzs/HjwLa-BkQew/s400/IMG_2204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the weather was pretty intense by the time we reached 5km. The scorching sun and the crazy level of humidity almost took my life. Besides, there were so many upslopes that I remembered, or imagined. It seems almost impossible to finish the race even though it was a petty 10km. My pace was definitely faster as compared to the pace I normally ran because there were so many runners, you can't afford to stop and catch your breath cos many others would be catching up behind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFzjt07CMAA/Tuh8D_EHabI/AAAAAAAAEzs/HjwLa-BkQew/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being an egoistic runner, I didn't stop jogging until I buay tahan much. Luckily Alvin was there to set the 'targets' for me at certain intervals so that I have something to 'look forward' to. Besides, he sort of amazed me beacuse he could blabber non-stop even though he's running with me.. when I was busy catching my breath. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last 500m is always a love-hate feeling because it's so near yet so far. Yeah, 500m is nothing, but when you had endured the 9.5km, this 500m is really something torturous. Hahaha! Still, we took the last breath together and choing our way to the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First race done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlO5hzd2KVI/Tuh-28XkylI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/uj50Z7oGx3g/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685934011938294354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlO5hzd2KVI/Tuh-28XkylI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/uj50Z7oGx3g/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the finisher gift. Initially we both thought it's just a keychain, but it's a thumbdrive! WOOHOO! Hahaha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the mainpoint. The mainpoint is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS AWESOME TASTY YUMMLICIOUS SPICY BIG PRAWN NOODLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5oadmMeNys/Tuh8E5OJlEI/AAAAAAAAE0E/fJFNcbZy8jU/s1600/IMG_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685930953076741186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5oadmMeNys/Tuh8E5OJlEI/AAAAAAAAE0E/fJFNcbZy8jU/s400/IMG_2230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's somewhere in East side, I don't know the exact address. But it's the BEST prawn noodles I'd ever tasted. Better than Adam Road's. Damn, the chili is the best too! I am already drooling when blogging about this delicious bowl of prawn noodles...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2241204603836728042?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2241204603836728042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2241204603836728042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2241204603836728042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2241204603836728042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-first-sunday.html' title='Our First Sunday.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8hxCLBoXOWg/Tuh8EAVg85I/AAAAAAAAEz4/-5txb5HBot8/s72-c/IMG_2206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6016793723073522814</id><published>2011-10-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:56:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCB-2_pZatY/Tq6wXwTv_DI/AAAAAAAAEsI/dmlQkBe6-74/s1600/IMG_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662903057251378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCB-2_pZatY/Tq6wXwTv_DI/AAAAAAAAEsI/dmlQkBe6-74/s400/IMG_2183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am uploading these photos from my harddisk, I kept thinking it's SML's birthday celebration; that's why we girls hang out that evening. This shows how 'frequent' we all have been meeting after SML works in bank, RBC works in terappinn, TKY works in Hillview; and me study in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously missing them girls so much, love all those sweet ol' days gossiping during lectures, LAN-frequent'er and laughing about everything we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9uassGFMmjg/Tq6waA4oE4I/AAAAAAAAEs0/MIbq9yzwjhA/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 333px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662941866627970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9uassGFMmjg/Tq6waA4oE4I/AAAAAAAAEs0/MIbq9yzwjhA/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVkO6zvqWsE/Tq6wY_YnQwI/AAAAAAAAEsg/jeiLMNRXzYE/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVkO6zvqWsE/Tq6wY_YnQwI/AAAAAAAAEsg/jeiLMNRXzYE/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662924284052226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVkO6zvqWsE/Tq6wY_YnQwI/AAAAAAAAEsg/jeiLMNRXzYE/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had dinner at MOF and it was kinda like a 'reminiscing' dinner because we used to frequent there when we hang out in the past. Not a "must-go" restaurant, but it's one of the "will-go".. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8zn9QAlMH8/Tq6wZeIAx9I/AAAAAAAAEss/gbD98ovTU5g/s1600/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662932535920594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L8zn9QAlMH8/Tq6wZeIAx9I/AAAAAAAAEss/gbD98ovTU5g/s400/IMG_2198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was VOYAGE DE LA VIE with them girls. Did I mention it was my 3rd time watching it from "It-was-JonathanLeong-to-some-random-dude" singing for the entire musical?... Hmmm, I think they changed a little part of the show, but overall it's still entertaining, fascinating. Well, the passions in those performers.. are overwhelming. Imagine doing the same stunt everytime and not getting bored of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell me to sing a song for 10times and I'm already dozing off by the 5th times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRxbV3Xjw8Q/Tq6zbLny6MI/AAAAAAAAEtI/Tfl9jmmiI3Y/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669666260463577282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRxbV3Xjw8Q/Tq6zbLny6MI/AAAAAAAAEtI/Tfl9jmmiI3Y/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwbuxg1xvGY/Tq6zb6fvleI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/H3rQryX2npw/s1600/IMG_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669666273046271458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwbuxg1xvGY/Tq6zb6fvleI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/H3rQryX2npw/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669662908762031554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkrOpdoUzcM/Tq6wYFj4BcI/AAAAAAAAEsU/tyuK6USH8IU/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry, hungry and off we went to serveral places for supper. Ended up eating dimsum in some area that we shouldn't really patronise at that hour; 4girls. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it's fun time with them. Love them girls, hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I hate the 'uneditable' arrangement of photos in blogger. This error is screwing my blog up!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6016793723073522814?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6016793723073522814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6016793723073522814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6016793723073522814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6016793723073522814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls.html' title='Girls.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCB-2_pZatY/Tq6wXwTv_DI/AAAAAAAAEsI/dmlQkBe6-74/s72-c/IMG_2183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2041574737120819022</id><published>2011-10-01T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:09:23.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.N.</title><content type='html'>Guess who can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) make me drool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2) make my jaw drops,&lt;br /&gt;3) make my heart skip,&lt;br /&gt;4) make me scream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) and make me hyperventilate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKsxh4gPWk/ToXz9v6yh-I/AAAAAAAAEi0/AsZorM80OMA/s1600/photo.PNG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658196749021513698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKsxh4gPWk/ToXz9v6yh-I/AAAAAAAAEi0/AsZorM80OMA/s400/photo.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad though. He was rushing for an event &lt;em&gt;(which apparently I sort of saw it on the FB newsfeed, 6:30pm at some currythingy VIP event at 313somerset.)&lt;/em&gt; I requested for a photo and he instantly agreed even though he was late for the event. I just realised we were at Orchard Central @ 7:30pm at that moment....&lt;em&gt;He was still searching for the place... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrong direction. He's in the wrong building. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeaaaaah, he's damn hot and looks like a mannequin. So perfectly fine and suave. &lt;em&gt;But that goatee... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a fangirl thing which made me realised how crazy I was when I couldn't think properly. Haha! No more next time.&lt;strong&gt; tyvm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2041574737120819022?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2041574737120819022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2041574737120819022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2041574737120819022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2041574737120819022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/10/en.html' title='E.N.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKsxh4gPWk/ToXz9v6yh-I/AAAAAAAAEi0/AsZorM80OMA/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7964341255016836044</id><published>2011-09-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:24:16.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed.</title><content type='html'>As for me, life hasn't been as complete as of now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7964341255016836044?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7964341255016836044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7964341255016836044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7964341255016836044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7964341255016836044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/09/amazed.html' title='Amazed.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6897037712255897926</id><published>2011-09-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:22:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie.</title><content type='html'>I shall attempt a short post before I hit the sack tonight; a fun-filled and intensed day of workout to prepare for the marathon(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have been happening since the last entry I posted. Ahh, talk about freelance work, friends, family, school, school, school &lt;em&gt;x234543&lt;/em&gt;. I could barely have time for myself. Can't even find a good full hour to sit infront of the screen and surf the net aimlessly and just enjoy the clock ticking away. This semester is only the 'warm-up' before the start of the real workout for 4years, but it's already pretty much packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, R has gotten himself a girlfriend. The one I had always thought, who suits him damn well. And in fact, I was the one who encouraged him to give her a chase. Pretty cute, braces girl, financially independent, and speaks the same frequencies as him; in terms of choice of music, food and ideas. Kind of glad to see him in a new relationship and pretty much feeling way happier than in the past. I'd be heartless if I said I don't feel weird, or weird seeing him dating another girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when guys said they would never loved any other girls/would take years to find another one, hmm.. i guess it's just puking out words that barely could take on the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I am not angry with him. But just hit upon realisation that the meanings of the words, never last. Shan't comment much on this anymore, since it has passed. Besides, I always believe fate plays a big part in love. Something happened which made us decided to let it go and not force it. We might be able to click well, but things just didn't fall into places. Oh well. I'm sure we're both happier this way. But I do thank him so much for the months of experience, makes me grow mature under such circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I believe, everything happens for a reason and fate plays a huge role in Love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6897037712255897926?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6897037712255897926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6897037712255897926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6897037712255897926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6897037712255897926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/09/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la vie.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1540956783468225153</id><published>2011-08-15T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:31:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch on me.</title><content type='html'>Just dropping by to give this blog an update. In case I get too lazy to blog again, and I'll be on blog-hiastus! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, schedule gonna be so tight these days 'cos school has just started last Thurs and this is the FIRST MONDAY of my life in campus. Oh well, and it was raining cats and dogs. Not that bad, at least the journey was pretty casual. Besides, even though school just started, the stress was pretty intense (maybe level 3) 'cos of timetable planning. Those lectures bidding, tutorial balloting, and all in all, you shouldn't let it clash with ANY TIME SLOT. Don't really like it. I appreciate how the polytechnics spoon-fed us back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids in poly, do not complain about your timetable! It's the efforts of the people "backstage". However, I'm lucky enough to have Alvin to help me through! Seriously, I used to be frightened off by how "ahead" he has been back then during camp. But now i understand, totally. He taught me the meaning of "planning". We'd gotten slots that fitted into our timetable and it's pretty much a mission impossible if you know the story behind. But we did it. Haha! But problem now is, one of my level2 module is still clashing with another tutorial. I hope everything just pull through and I can have a timetable I wouldn't need to worry so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least half of the burden is off our shoulders. I'm left with 2 more. But like what he said, "Have faith and it will happen according to what you want." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1540956783468225153?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1540956783468225153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1540956783468225153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1540956783468225153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1540956783468225153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/08/lunch-on-me.html' title='Lunch on me.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1232338055758420144</id><published>2011-08-10T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:43:30.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Happy National Day to All. I know I'm a few hours late. Hmmm, just pretend I'm in the States now? Thanks for being lenient! Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't celebrate national day because I don't usually do that. So I went out for a run and guess what? The first timing for 2.4km was pretty amazing. For the fact that I had been the last runner who finished NAPFA, always. I guess my worst record was 18:50 for the 7 rounds in school. And by the time I ended the race, my face was already pale like a sheet of paper, cheeks trembling and legs wobbled. Hmmm, I guess trainings do help to improve my stamina over the years. Even though it's something pretty on/off. BUT, there is a need for intense training soon. Real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short update if you're interested to know. Well, something has been bugging me lately, there's nobody I could talk to because I'd sound really stupid and foolish. But oh well, thanks nh for helping and giving me the lights at the end of the tunnel. Needed it so much. Words are just words. Time will show if everything's okay. So I guess there's nothing I could do besides waiting, and praying hard. Jesus. The worst phase of this month. But I'm sure things will strive to the positive side, as long as I believe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's action really grossed me out; pushing all blames away, hiding like a ostrich, being ignorant to people's feelings, self-centered, and being a big time liar who mindf*ck others. Again, there's nothing I could do. And even if I could, I wouldn't. But thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't assume I'm talking about you(?), unless you admit you're one. Then, I have no other comments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life has been really kind to me because everything  seems to go smoothly. I'm sure everything happens for a reason. We shall just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1232338055758420144?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1232338055758420144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1232338055758420144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1232338055758420144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1232338055758420144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-4911646260260054029</id><published>2011-08-06T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:57:52.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OG Outing #02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macarius Outing No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was initiated by me, postponed by me, and created by me after weeks. First the first outing which I missed, I felt super guilty so I decided to organise one so that all of us could have a blast before school, really starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly a picnic which we could fly kites, play games, munching on food and laughing together under the skies. But 天不作美， it was pouring in the morning, and drizzling in the early afternoon and by the time we reached Marina Bay MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to picnic like ABNN, but alittle bit more atas. A picnic without the skies, without the clouds, without the breeze and without the grass. Oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263323_10150337539005350_655345349_10274570_3190399_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had strawberries and grapes, which were eaten without washing. Felt kinda gross, but they all did it, so I just followed the flow. Hehe! It was a pack of pretty strawberries! I chose it okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250383_10150337539305350_655345349_10274578_3648726_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's a group outing without TABOO?! ;) Though I suck at it. Jeez. Anyway, I wouldn't reveal where we picnic'ed, but I'm sure as you scroll down later.. you'll know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/285443_10150337539585350_655345349_10274584_1892640_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/185507_10150337541290350_655345349_10274604_4180533_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/285425_10150337541390350_655345349_10274606_4580152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the group photo. I was really glad that half of them came for the picnic. They were surprised when I said Xuanyu was coming, 'cos he's the one who has been so busy always. And chervel, glendon and carmie who came down from rag. Thanks for the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251535_10150337541880350_655345349_10274609_2540874_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed to playnation. By then, we have almost all of us gathered in the room. I like how big the room is, and how empty the shop was, on a weekday evening. (: So cosy and happening at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249269_10150337544940350_655345349_10274679_7513808_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty OGLs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/284889_10150337545885350_655345349_10274690_8030653_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 244px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/284234_10150337545720350_655345349_10274689_7107102_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ben whom I think he looks like Mr Bernard Lim.&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/11565_333778290636_586100636_9658105_4328107_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... a pity i have no idea how to put two photos side by side. So well.. JUDGE! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/284602_10150337546600350_655345349_10274701_6565801_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/284920_10150338435325350_655345349_10283453_4427727_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/283236_10150338435615350_655345349_10283457_953965_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lovely people who made my day a better one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/284905_10150338434190350_655345349_10283439_1145387_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229719_10150338437200350_655345349_10283471_4740495_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxmsq0UdzTA/Tj1WNxWGvJI/AAAAAAAAEdo/DCifNUWL5tk/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxmsq0UdzTA/Tj1WNxWGvJI/AAAAAAAAEdo/DCifNUWL5tk/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637757103122070674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkAuoyPVSKI/Tj1WIMPsk5I/AAAAAAAAEdY/nZylBOIvQXU/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkAuoyPVSKI/Tj1WIMPsk5I/AAAAAAAAEdY/nZylBOIvQXU/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637757007263732626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-VUGW2aw7Y/Tj1WILItMKI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/KrnFCydj3XQ/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-VUGW2aw7Y/Tj1WILItMKI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/KrnFCydj3XQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637757006965977250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp1IFqhZF0I/Tj1WIVuAZaI/AAAAAAAAEdg/8JVXm9fwgMo/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp1IFqhZF0I/Tj1WIVuAZaI/AAAAAAAAEdg/8JVXm9fwgMo/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637757009806779810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to type more. Just look at the photos will do, alright? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-4911646260260054029?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4911646260260054029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=4911646260260054029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4911646260260054029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4911646260260054029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='OG Outing #02'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxmsq0UdzTA/Tj1WNxWGvJI/AAAAAAAAEdo/DCifNUWL5tk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-683720523919477946</id><published>2011-08-02T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T03:03:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how life has everything in store for you. You'll get surprises here and there. I believe there's always a pot of gold at the end of everything rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-683720523919477946?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/683720523919477946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=683720523919477946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/683720523919477946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/683720523919477946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-amazing-how-life-has-everything-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-955596640345549773</id><published>2011-07-26T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:50:50.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot of gold found after digging in the puddle of 'yikes!'</title><content type='html'>School hasn't even started and my pocket is already burning a huge hole just for those orientation week, freshies' camps, preparation for schoooool... Hahaha! I still haven't get a suitable bag for school! I'm thinking of just becoming a nerd and dress like a nerd. Sadly, I don't produce the 'nerd' vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting to know what kind of first impressions they have on me when they just met me. Most of the ones I gotten recently are like 1) I'm an Angmo speaker, 2) I am a taiwanese, 3) I'm half korean just because I can speak with korean slang, and the latest one to add on to the list would be 4) I'm a dancer --ballerina. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmm. this really sets me thinking deep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to love my OG much much more already. It's filled with people that are nice and funny. Alvin has been really nice to guide us all the headless bees along since he collected many tips from the seniors. Though he made us feel as though whatever we do are inadequate 'cos he's x100000 faster than us! Too bad most of them are from RE, or else we could be classmates for sure. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just bored that's why here's this random post up at this hour. Gna hit the sack now and looking forward to tomorrow's activity! Oh yeah, Ryan is going to help me choooose a guitar! Naise. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks like I have to pawn some of my gold bars and jewellry already... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-955596640345549773?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/955596640345549773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=955596640345549773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/955596640345549773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/955596640345549773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/pot-of-gold-found-after-digging-in.html' title='Pot of gold found after digging in the puddle of &apos;yikes!&apos;'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3761183321934997036</id><published>2011-07-19T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:04:38.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be oblivious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lie42rqrzc1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Ignorance is a bliss'&lt;/span&gt;, we got to really believe it because curiosity kills almost all the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times when our gut feelings raised the red flag, they triggered our sensory nerves to feel the tinge of curiosity, commanding your mind and body to find out the truth by digging out evidence, fixing the pieces of puzzles to get the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you actually realised that the more you find out, the higher the possibility of being depressed. 'Cos most of the time, the truth that you found, would always be something you wouldn't want to know in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, how could we stop ourselves from being hidden from the truth when the gut feelings tell you something has gone wrong? Perhaps, there has been no truth to begin with. And by being curious, you just allow your imagination to run wild, snowballing into something that is ridiculously made-up. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The idea is like this, "An old man realised he has been relatively weak lately. Contemplating if he should see a doctor for a full-body check-up. Curious to know if he's fine or down with illness, wanting to buy a piece of relief to know he's fine, yet he is afraid the doctor's diagnosis shows nothing but bad news.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Tauruses are born to be Thinker. For me, I'm an extreme taurean then. I am a deep-thinker. I think alot. I observe and think alot. With imaginations, I guess that's what sets my creative skills apart from the rest of the people. But it's now totally great to be a Thinker. It's not awesome to be too smart. In terms of reading people's mind. You get disappointed most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I guess I'd stop thinking about things that are pretty much beyond my control. I have a feeling that this chapter, is a repeated story of what happened years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can't understand why people could/would change overnight. Or perhaps, they never changed at all. It's because I made a misjudgement, and they've been themselves all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just that I was walking blindly with trust on my open arms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3761183321934997036?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3761183321934997036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3761183321934997036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3761183321934997036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3761183321934997036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/be-oblivious.html' title='Be oblivious.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7616873939648444629</id><published>2011-07-18T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T03:22:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality.</title><content type='html'>Ask anybody who has spoken to me once, twice or many times. The first adjective that comes to their mind when they thought of me would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soft-spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do admit I was born to be introvert, quiet and less-words. I used to be so so quiet that I always listen, I didn't utter a word for a 15-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; conversation. But somebody taught me to walk out from my own little world, participate in conversations and make my voice audible. I don't think I'd succeed in being fully extrovert, outgoing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;talketive&lt;/span&gt; to date. However, I believe there have been improvements here and there. The range of people I get more outspoken with, are expanding&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;like the width of my waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, some of the people who knew me in real-life first questioned me with a raised eyebrow,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Why are you so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; in virtual world, but so quiet back then?"&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps, it boils down to my level of self-esteem all along. I realised, if we could take away eye contact and identity, I could blabber non-stop and definitely leave a great impression on people. But once both of those factors are in existence, I'd feel that there's a need to be wary of my own actions, and words. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To minimize the risk of being a fool, or sound like one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure how many of you in this world are like me. Though I am sure I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, being soft-spoken and talking lesser hasn't been that bad after all. That could possibly gives us a social disadvantage, but we absorbed more, learnt more and think more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. We don't speak, do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; means that we do not care, or we don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I believe words are not invented just for the pleasure of it. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; speak up more often, talk about things and not let it snowballed to something we could no longer tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then again, what are words if you really don't mean them when you say them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7616873939648444629?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7616873939648444629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7616873939648444629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7616873939648444629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7616873939648444629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/personality.html' title='Personality.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1778575408487853067</id><published>2011-07-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:47:56.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11026509/f13c4bb82060686ac9845e589aaa69bb_large.jpg?1308604887" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1778575408487853067?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1778575408487853067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1778575408487853067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1778575408487853067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1778575408487853067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8284603921742005710</id><published>2011-07-10T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:02:17.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been THIS broke for ages, surviving on coins and curbing the itchy hands from making online purchases by thinking 53234553x before clicking&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (ended up switching off the laptop)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What do you do when you're broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get a job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took up a event job offered by Vivi and it's pretty much a good pay job. $8/hr but it's from 7am to 6pm. I know, it's terrible! But you have yet to know about the terrible thing! We have to reach Raffles Convention @ 6:30am. No, this is not considered the worst. What's the most incorrigible thing is,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO CAB FARE REIMBURSEMENT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, now I know how T.Pinn was being nice to let us reach the event site without perspiring and panting like a dog. I appreciate that part of kindness,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; excluding those people with split personalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job, Joanne. I gonna climb up from my bed at 4:30am and leave my house at 5:30am. Could totally not catching a wink, and then grab McBreakfast at 4am and leave for work. Gosh, I think I'm more suited to work as graphic designer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those nua nua kind&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, k! I really hope I won't be a walking zombie tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8284603921742005710?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8284603921742005710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8284603921742005710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8284603921742005710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8284603921742005710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/money.html' title='Money.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1498609624637863513</id><published>2011-07-07T03:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T02:21:42.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIAYI! (With Sunset Grill review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--3rd July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone in my dearest clique has turned 20th! Y'know how sad it can be, when you reached the BIG TWO, and everyone else around you are still lingering on their TEENage life? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am no longer a teen but I am thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (pun intended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has joined my journey of being Twenty. Come to think about it, it's kinda scary how fast we age, sooon enough.. prffff and we're hitting on the thirties. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SML couldn't make it in the end because we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much miscommunications &lt;/span&gt;after so long not meeting up! Well, we'll be seeing on thurs (tomorrow) anyway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---CANCELLED! &lt;/span&gt;All's well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5FY5wvLmM/ThS2j8WVhcI/AAAAAAAAEZE/nS1V_cOS0k4/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5FY5wvLmM/ThS2j8WVhcI/AAAAAAAAEZE/nS1V_cOS0k4/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626322563104081346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I dread traffic jams when I am feeling 'high tide' or the feel of doing big business!&lt;br /&gt; But I love traffic jams with it comes appropriately, like when you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the people you like!&lt;/span&gt;.. Good time for a HTHT gossiping session; although the person at the wheels always feel more distracted. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were on the way to Sunset Grill..&lt;br /&gt;IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE PLACE I WANTED TO VISIT MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a helluva place to search for, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zn0aUb7c8-0/ThS2kFPGy9I/AAAAAAAAEZM/62m4dPFFRCk/s1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zn0aUb7c8-0/ThS2kFPGy9I/AAAAAAAAEZM/62m4dPFFRCk/s400/a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626322565489675218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When in doubts, ask iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good human GPS y'know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After using up a few litres of petrol for similar routes, we finally  gave up and asked the security at some building for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before R could  mention the place we're looking for, the security guard just pointed  to that direction with a smile. She's so friendly and nice! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I bet alot people were lost like us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBglnPRArGQ/ThS2lWfFLtI/AAAAAAAAEZk/ePKv5DFwLtM/s1600/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hBglnPRArGQ/ThS2lWfFLtI/AAAAAAAAEZk/ePKv5DFwLtM/s400/IMG_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626322587299950290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how R looks so lost here; just by drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xbf2DKev4M/ThS2lM69Q6I/AAAAAAAAEZc/W5H46MnZYJg/s1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xbf2DKev4M/ThS2lM69Q6I/AAAAAAAAEZc/W5H46MnZYJg/s400/a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626322584732517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how she jumped straight into the menu like we did, 'cos we were starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Before any other photos,&lt;br /&gt; let me do a review for Sunset Grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7IR0P8Wsjs/ThS2km6c6NI/AAAAAAAAEZU/UtK4ZJ8-0EA/s1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7IR0P8Wsjs/ThS2km6c6NI/AAAAAAAAEZU/UtK4ZJ8-0EA/s400/a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626322574529849554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike how those cafes/restaurants print their own A4-sized menu with just words of the food's names. I don't think their describing skill is so impressive to make me drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want pictures, pictures, pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But effort-points are given to them because they tried to spice it up with a 'sunset' photo?&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4b7zSPJBI/ThS7XV2TDcI/AAAAAAAAEaE/TIcnC9lsGeU/s1600/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr4b7zSPJBI/ThS7XV2TDcI/AAAAAAAAEaE/TIcnC9lsGeU/s400/IMG_1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626327844168863170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's located quite inside of the Seletar area.&lt;br /&gt;Just type in Singapore Flying Club in your googlemap for the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be careful of the directions showed though, they showed some directions which are of no entry on the real roads.. Just a note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O78B-Qmfg2s/ThXuK2wsJ7I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ya--PU3I4TU/s1600/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O78B-Qmfg2s/ThXuK2wsJ7I/AAAAAAAAEbc/Ya--PU3I4TU/s400/IMG_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626665179735140274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to past by some aeroplanes before you look out for a small signboard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which is at knee-height)&lt;/span&gt; with the word "Sunset" in red paint. Turn in, and park your car then walk a 1minute distance to the alfresco dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPYzlA2dZ24/ThS7X1lFcvI/AAAAAAAAEaM/sNMwlhFyxII/s1600/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPYzlA2dZ24/ThS7X1lFcvI/AAAAAAAAEaM/sNMwlhFyxII/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626327852686602994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do have seats inside, but I think the outdoor area looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9mgLeJWC9I/ThS7WWaIbfI/AAAAAAAAEZs/7qMPmVLW3Io/s1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--9mgLeJWC9I/ThS7WWaIbfI/AAAAAAAAEZs/7qMPmVLW3Io/s400/a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626327827139292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a humble cafe with really minimal decoration around,&lt;br /&gt; makes you feel like you're at home enjoying a breezy evening with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provide you with a bottle of water,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sure you'll understand why a few minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhhgeIWKoXY/ThS7XD4gvgI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/TiQfTA2nh00/s1600/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhhgeIWKoXY/ThS7XD4gvgI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/TiQfTA2nh00/s400/IMG_1864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626327839346310658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu, you don't get fanciful dishes but just some basic starters and soups. They don't serve a variety of main dishes actually. I couldn't find carbonara, or cream based pasta. Not even seafood marinara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grab the ones they have on the list ---Fish&amp;amp;Chips. They fried the dory fish like some deep-fried breaded chicken, but it's tasty! Can't say so for the 'salad' part since it's pretty raw for my liking. Jiayi ordered a hamburger and it was good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not those restaurant-y good though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fY7Q_-7jB4M/ThS7WglmCQI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/ehFsdkxDHKU/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fY7Q_-7jB4M/ThS7WglmCQI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/ehFsdkxDHKU/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626327829871724802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here comes the main leads of the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Level 5 straightaway and we were making a trip down to hell! It's like shoving chili padi + sambal chili + assam sauce onto your lips. It's not choking-spicy, but it's more to those stingy feeling on the lips and your gastric juice starts to create a sensation in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy1DcdOuWu4/ThS_jBXP5MI/AAAAAAAAEaU/SBN1Vhhmmlc/s1600/a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy1DcdOuWu4/ThS_jBXP5MI/AAAAAAAAEaU/SBN1Vhhmmlc/s400/a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626332442874864834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my kissable lips after nomming on the level 5.&lt;br /&gt;if only my lips are naturally so thick. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No need botox already ohhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's at comfortable level for me for the first piece, subsequently I almost raised my white flag. But me and R endured it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgRfw2QnkMY/ThXuJHxuoKI/AAAAAAAAEa8/ovfjc3xTNGc/s1600/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgRfw2QnkMY/ThXuJHxuoKI/AAAAAAAAEa8/ovfjc3xTNGc/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626665149943160994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the birthday girl looking so bored because she'd finished her mains and the wings are too much for her to handle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how much was half a dozen of the buffalo wings. I think it's more than $2 per pcs? No sure, do check it out with other more reliable sources!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OVERALL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 mains, half a dozen of wings and 2 cups of drinks total up to be $81+ for the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kind-of expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the dining place, with plastic chairs and kopitiam-type tables, I think it'd be better if the price is more affordable for casual nights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nevertheless, I'll definitely go back again soon to sink my teeth onto Level 6 and above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tagger wanna join? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hygienesuppliesdirect.com/images/stars/3stars.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;140B &lt;span class="font09"&gt;Piccadilly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="font09"&gt;Singapore Flying Club&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="font09"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="font09"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tel"&gt;+65 6482 0244&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;" class="web-email prepend-1 span-22"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(JY said she got bitten by sandfly which caused her leg to swell. :( GET WELL SOON GIRL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW ENDED&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_JiS9czsQ/ThS_kGuLFEI/AAAAAAAAEas/MZQoJNkTiFQ/s1600/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NY_JiS9czsQ/ThS_kGuLFEI/AAAAAAAAEas/MZQoJNkTiFQ/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626332461493064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing one of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZ4s3bltTGk/ThS_kHlMY2I/AAAAAAAAEak/XyOn2ckt_qM/s1600/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZ4s3bltTGk/ThS_kHlMY2I/AAAAAAAAEak/XyOn2ckt_qM/s400/IMG_1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626332461723837282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R's artwork. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2WeS5_QwsQ/ThS_juiFdbI/AAAAAAAAEac/sFE7AcVrPlI/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2WeS5_QwsQ/ThS_juiFdbI/AAAAAAAAEac/sFE7AcVrPlI/s400/IMG_1862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626332454999913906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to nom some birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PF_9pJiFGBA/ThXw3s95XaI/AAAAAAAAEb8/0GaYbF3sH1k/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PF_9pJiFGBA/ThXw3s95XaI/AAAAAAAAEb8/0GaYbF3sH1k/s400/IMG_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626668149223546274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utf3Q2UzEHo/ThXw3KSNFJI/AAAAAAAAEb0/1IUyvYLbTek/s1600/IMG_2001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utf3Q2UzEHo/ThXw3KSNFJI/AAAAAAAAEb0/1IUyvYLbTek/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626668139913483410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK07n1jrFnE/ThXw2-oPBaI/AAAAAAAAEbs/ch16HnyZqeo/s1600/IMG_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK07n1jrFnE/ThXw2-oPBaI/AAAAAAAAEbs/ch16HnyZqeo/s400/IMG_2002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626668136784659874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XisfyXPDH5k/ThXw2QI_s9I/AAAAAAAAEbk/HAUaDRpJjsc/s1600/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XisfyXPDH5k/ThXw2QI_s9I/AAAAAAAAEbk/HAUaDRpJjsc/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626668124305601490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51Hzo_GxqzY/ThXuJ5fFm9I/AAAAAAAAEbM/VALJaFLCT4E/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51Hzo_GxqzY/ThXuJ5fFm9I/AAAAAAAAEbM/VALJaFLCT4E/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626665163286748114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got so high from those burning sensation by 'em chilis, just mega camwhored in the car. Hahaha! K la, I was the one who feel high alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;自high, y'know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eudT0k8oJZA/ThXuJu0D2LI/AAAAAAAAEbE/AxroMUWTk_k/s1600/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eudT0k8oJZA/ThXuJu0D2LI/AAAAAAAAEbE/AxroMUWTk_k/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626665160421922994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKY joined me to become high. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to NEX which was like pretty far from Seletar, I think. But jiayi being the professional driver, we reached there safely; on time! We were planning to catch Transformers @ 1020 but it was full-house! GOSSSSSSSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we decided to have an impromptu K session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AedVuAV-hA/ThXyBnFwR5I/AAAAAAAAEcs/e9cyorcgFfg/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4AedVuAV-hA/ThXyBnFwR5I/AAAAAAAAEcs/e9cyorcgFfg/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626669418956212114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ij2w66PKCE/ThXx_xFnRzI/AAAAAAAAEcM/qX0m6uvHFY0/s1600/IMG_1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ij2w66PKCE/ThXx_xFnRzI/AAAAAAAAEcM/qX0m6uvHFY0/s400/IMG_1931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626669387280238386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a surprise-but-not-so-surprise's surprise for jiayi with the tiramisu cake! I guess everyone was kinda sleepy, so just make do with everything! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Hope she likes it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cb0rfCFrpZY/ThXyApoHm1I/AAAAAAAAEcc/Iew8ocBSuyA/s1600/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cb0rfCFrpZY/ThXyApoHm1I/AAAAAAAAEcc/Iew8ocBSuyA/s400/IMG_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626669402457348946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgJLLzdFfOw/ThXyAIRv0wI/AAAAAAAAEcU/d0Bu9ST_1p0/s1600/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgJLLzdFfOw/ThXyAIRv0wI/AAAAAAAAEcU/d0Bu9ST_1p0/s400/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626669393505145602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGrojRO3Lh8/ThXw4LCuihI/AAAAAAAAEcE/csNVlSe1lg8/s1600/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EGrojRO3Lh8/ThXw4LCuihI/AAAAAAAAEcE/csNVlSe1lg8/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626668157296871954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdXkVKx3lC4/ThXyBFcWPGI/AAAAAAAAEck/Lxn4wkNUy54/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdXkVKx3lC4/ThXyBFcWPGI/AAAAAAAAEck/Lxn4wkNUy54/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626669409924168802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do realise, (if you haven't by now; slap yourself) we were wearing the same rompers but with different colours.&lt;br /&gt;K, we looked really bimbotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it's jiayi's birthday, we were supposed to look stupid and have fun together! So yup, we bought the dress right before we met her and got to change into those floral ones soon after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I'm wearing it again, 'cos it's pretty short for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my long sexy legs&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA! kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good night, folks!&lt;br /&gt;Ending with a photo of my sideview with messy braids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRUCfHDIR8/ThXuKbI9Z-I/AAAAAAAAEbU/33QoKGOR3KQ/s1600/IMG_1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRUCfHDIR8/ThXuKbI9Z-I/AAAAAAAAEbU/33QoKGOR3KQ/s400/IMG_1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626665172320741346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1498609624637863513?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1498609624637863513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1498609624637863513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1498609624637863513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1498609624637863513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-jiayi-with-sunset-grill.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIAYI! (With Sunset Grill review)'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr5FY5wvLmM/ThS2j8WVhcI/AAAAAAAAEZE/nS1V_cOS0k4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-909001372174549113</id><published>2011-07-07T02:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:15:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ---DAY FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day FOUR @ Camp&lt;/span&gt; ---26th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by the final day for the camp, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OGLs&lt;/span&gt; had nothing much prepared for us because we already did most of the fun stuff on those days before. Everyone was assembled at the lobby of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SDE&lt;/span&gt;, looking so sleepy and restless! Plus, the weather was so humid and hot, it made everyone feeling worst. Some of them left halfway because they had other thing to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad I bathed in the morning, or else I would feel really terrible for the whole day! I can't survive without bathing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, on the last day everyone feel so sleepy I think probably 'cos we all were given time to rest. Reporting time was 11:30am, so the more you sleep, the more tired you get. That explains why everyone looks so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after breakfast, we all had to continue designing two sets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clothings&lt;/span&gt; for Project Runway's models --&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meijun&lt;/span&gt; and Jonathan. Tell you a secret, initially I was voted as the most compatible partner for Jonathan for this contest. I was so reluctant to join, so they let me off. Imagine doing catwalk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freshies&lt;/span&gt;, I think I would just quit school before it officially starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/270767_10150296579045941_638650940_9646985_7297803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainstorming on the ideas of the tops for Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/259869_10150304265876321_594701320_9579099_2035554_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the recycled material we need to use for the clothing. A batik which looks so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nonya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! But nevertheless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Meijun&lt;/span&gt; looked fabulous with that green. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/259914_10150304265021321_594701320_9579064_6993056_n.jpg%22" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing well wishes cards for the members of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Macarius&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, we didn't get back the cards with people's wishes... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264258_10150231173945881_702325880_7582347_2110516_n.jpg1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how the tail of my hair looks so stiff. Ugh, time for haircut!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I am quite impressed with myself by how I managed to make that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; batik dress to a toga, with special twist.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think I can be a fashion designer too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268004_10150304266246321_594701320_9579115_346085_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look hideous here. kthxbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thereafter, we had buffet lunch, which was finally a meal that tasted like food. But since that morning, I felt so bloated. I wanted to die. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264259_10150304271676321_594701320_9579267_832238_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we washed up and prepared to head to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLUBBBBB AVATARRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, with those huge-dirty-laundry-filled-backpack, sleeping bag... :( I almost toppled over when I carried that bag. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It weighed like 3kg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wearing a pairs of wedges and a dresss!&lt;br /&gt;Mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270032_10150231178985881_702325880_7582410_6700934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267430_10150231179135881_702325880_7582411_767890_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macarius shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/261954_10150235011448600_648903599_7463342_3477373_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Meijun with our designer apparels! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was so glad my hair didn't go gaga after natural-drying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260562_10150231176405881_702325880_7582383_4263449_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262277_10150304324026321_594701320_9579833_4444690_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look friggin' old among these girls. Susuan (the one in black), who is our senior, looks younger than me. But she's same age as me! Meijun and Yvette are 19, while Zhiyu (the right purple) is the same age as me. Okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I feel discriminated. Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with Rochor Tau Hwey (without dough fritters!), McNuggets and some laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only life is always so fulfilling and amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the entire four days spent with them were really enjoyable, from the beginning till the end because they are all nice freshies clueless about everything in NUS. Everyone was just there to play and have fun, plus we were lucky to have those fun and caring OGLs to guide us along everything. I mean, in Uni, they expect you to know EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, everything was great and it's a good camp afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I might be one of the OGLs next year to bully those kids..&lt;br /&gt;hiak hiak hiak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-909001372174549113?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/909001372174549113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=909001372174549113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/909001372174549113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/909001372174549113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/sde-foc-camp-4d3n-day-four.html' title='SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ---DAY FOUR'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1885907326845425428</id><published>2011-07-03T03:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:13:02.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ---DAY three</title><content type='html'>And I decided to continue blogging about Day Three before I get all lazy tomorrow and hesitate to post entries of the remaining days. Since I am still not sleepy yet, let me do y'all a huge favour by brightening your night up with some words and photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY THREE at the Camp. ----25th june 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First thing was to head to Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 834px; height: 416px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269922_10150231156205881_702325880_7582111_2636821_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't question me why was I the only one with bag and red sweater while the rest were all equipped with beach attire. Look at my sleepy eyes and you might get some clues. Plus, sentosa gantries are really blood-sucking counters. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only day in camp was I totally bare-faced greeting everyone. I didn't feel weird and YiWen (my SAJC friend) told me I don't look any different with/without makeup. Thanks uh! Plus, Syah, Angela, Yanting and YiWen said I look 'unlocal'. More like some taiwanese with delicate features. Hmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/261292_10150231157205881_702325880_7582137_1969798_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game was done before there's lightning and rain warning. So we were considered lucky to be able to finish a game before resting for hours. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to stuck their faces into the watermelon and finish the flesh part and pass it back to the guy right infront to wear it after we waddled to the sea. I did try my best to not care about image and just used my two front teeth and 'orh' the flesh. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263652_10150231157630881_702325880_7582147_422530_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alvin looks really thirsty right here! Can't stop laughing at how foolish this game actually was! And how Alvin looks here! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261649_10150231157935881_702325880_7582153_2340014_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Jeremy. I don't know why but he gives me a feeling that his name is either James/Jason. Hahaha! I swear he looks 22/23.. he's only 21 this year. Oh well, JC kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not used to meeting so many studious people in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264483_10150231158200881_702325880_7582160_6203479_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think what Junwei said was true; Yiwen and I look like sisters. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(She's the one of my left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263710_10150231158295881_702325880_7582161_2482949_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you didn't realise, we are a bunch of human targets which will kena waterbomb from the opponent's team. I lasted pretty far, but I was hit by the bomb soon after.. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268988_10150231158620881_702325880_7582172_3125652_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was elated that I couldn't swim, or else I'd be down to play this game! It's so scary!&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack alittle, look at the opponent's thigh. Her tan line is really too much!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264995_10150231159070881_702325880_7582185_5935891_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263714_10150231159330881_702325880_7582191_2972882_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human-sized table soccer. Alvin was so rough, that he controlled most of my movements! :( And the aggresive girl infront of me was so ^%$#$% she kicked my leg instead of the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261541_10150231159915881_702325880_7582205_821750_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This mathemathical game was hilarious! I thought guys are pretty good at mental sums. But it happened that Alvin told us guys freshly out from the army ovens are poor at these! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaaaaally meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently throughout the whole game, I think if sj was there, he would definitely beat the opponent's team upside down! The rules are simple, just change the + - x / to the opposite sign. For example 2 + 1 - 3 you have to convert it to 2 - 1 + 3 to get the actual answer. BODMAS rule applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the opposing team sent their BEST PLAYER. The geeky guy, 2nd from the left on the above picture. He killed 3-4 of our players and thrashed us! Gosh! He's really a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267320_10150231160650881_702325880_7582215_6901391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We lost this round, obviously. But as lum nua losers, we MACARIUS decided to throw our OGL down into the sea 'cos we lose to the other team! HAHA kidding. But those guys just want to have fun with Glendon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bo bian, guys will always be guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262359_10150231161890881_702325880_7582232_2089252_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played TAPTAP. I remember this was the one we played during sec3 camp, and tnh was super good at it. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T REMIND ME OF SEC3 CAMP. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260037_10150231162760881_702325880_7582247_3026501_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meijun looks super cute here! Haha! She looks like a baby hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263764_10150231163040881_702325880_7582251_6658930_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filling up the plastic bags with seawater..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268733_10150231163330881_702325880_7582255_6697645_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the results of teamwork..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261516_10150231163845881_702325880_7582261_1683263_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 10mins of the war game, we had the winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that happened at Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to the halls, then dozed off in the hostel with Yiwen.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone bathed and looked so fresh while we took the time to nap. Those people were like looking at us loh, 'cos we never bathe! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the end we decided to bathe and not look 'out of nowhere'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what happened next, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! There was auction for food. Groups were bidding for fishballs, omelettes, hotdogs, etc with the points we earned from the past 2 days. So yup, definitely not fulfiling but I was too shy to ask for 3rd rounds. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had supper at Prata house where all the typical NUS kids would patron...&lt;br /&gt;Play some funny games with the seniors, then had a HTHT chat with some of them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1885907326845425428?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1885907326845425428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1885907326845425428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1885907326845425428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1885907326845425428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ---DAY three'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7203208808261901323</id><published>2011-07-03T01:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:13:25.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ---DAY TWO</title><content type='html'>DAY TWO ---24th June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, just when I was about to continue blogging about Day Two of the camp in NUS, I realised I'd forgotten about what had happened on the second, third and forth day. Somebody please tell me how to improve my memory, 'cos I have been suffering from STM since poly ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who need plans, and then arrange them nicely on my scheduler and work on it. I don't like all the tasks to be messed up. Though I LOVE impromptu meetups with friends who are super ON. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It thrills me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to force my brain to work alittle bit more before I hop on to the bed. By refering to those endless albums I was tagged in Facebook, it actually helps to jog my memory a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what these pieces of pictures can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning we were awoken by the noisy alarm clock. I was room'ing with Syah and I remembered we were both awake in the middle of the night around 3am. But she dozed off earlier than I did. :( It's kinda creepy to know you're awake in the hostel, the ceiling fan was set to the lowest speed and the windows were tilted 110degree only. But it's damn cold that I woke up and took my sleeping bag as blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm clock 5mins later than Syah's on purpose. But she snoozed it too many times, I had to  nudge her up and pretended to be still sleeping. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So she wouldn't know I nudged her to make her stop her alarm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 687px; height: 406px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267962_10150306446730941_638650940_9669023_3898001_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we were forced to paint some clan flag like we were in some survivor reality show. My clanmates were all in green, somehow I felt like we were some leafy green grasses... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so young and energetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dozing off while waiting for those ID and Arkis people designing the flags. There was barely anything I could do, 'cos I don't do such designing using fingers and paints. :&amp;lt; Plus everyone was crowding around the small flag, I was too fat to squeeze in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO TIME TO TAKE A NAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 724px; height: 423px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269551_10150306456190941_638650940_9669096_5532269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the 3 groups (Marcadia? Eyota and Macarius) formed the AVATHOR clan with matching flags! I think the arm looks really good with the hammer! Shading somemore. Wow. But to what I remember, I don't think we won the best flagger. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting for awhile with lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sidetrack alittle: The lunch/dinner were pretty bleh! I know we can't expect much during camps, but why can't they make exceptions? :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, we were then forced to play Amazing Race. That's how we gotten the new name for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macarius... LUM NUA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why Alvin keeps calling our group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we were super heck care on the race! Everyone in other groups were busy looking for clues, solving the puzzles, running to the destinations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what we did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the race officially started, we didn't run to the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped to refill bottles, and some went to the washrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 692px; height: 374px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264570_10150307428201321_594701320_9590531_3189021_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the second last to finish this stupid vanguard puzzle and from then, we officially lum nua all the way already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Took a stroll to the bus-stop and went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAW&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;PAR&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;VILLA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nightmare in the Day Began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 796px; height: 431px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270014_10150306461380941_638650940_9669167_8342895_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took our time to reach there, walked like we were some kids on excursion, and took a group shot like some tourists from China. It's amazing how the ratio of guys and girls was the same as my o1 class in poly.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Guys, where art thou???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the statues findings, we took a bus to Henderson Waves, somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I started to perspire like a dog!&lt;br /&gt;The Sun was merciless on us and I almost drop-dead and wave my white flag! You won't understand unless you were there! We survived walking so many kilometres with just the morning breakfast ---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A slice of bread with kaya spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me. *BANG!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 750px; height: 353px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/265146_10150304175236321_594701320_9577664_286013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we had to do jumpshots. Luckily I wasn't at the front, my facial expression surely damn unglam! Kay, if you wanna know.. I was the third one from the left. Looks like I was sitting on the barricade, or whatever you called that. Thanks Jonathan's fist for hiding my face. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But i just realised all their expressions were EPIC! xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think JunWei (the guy on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rightest&lt;/span&gt;) looks like tnh. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; width: 756px; height: 375px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268241_10150304175571321_594701320_9577672_5270562_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victory for Macarius! (The last team to leave the hilltop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are THAT awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 743px; height: 488px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/270289_10150231154020881_702325880_7582061_4121067_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poky-poke station.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny how our eyes went ._. 'cos we had to look out for the sticks and passed it to our partners. Luckily DongXing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the guy beside me&lt;/span&gt;) is only a friend of mine, not some eye-candy. Imagine if he's Elvin Ng, wow.. I think I'd probably&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just throw away the bbtea straw and do a mouth-to-mouth passing to him&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound too creeeeeeepy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I bet all girls would die to do that once with Elv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was starving when we were done with the last game. All were thinking of where to eat at Vivo, but little did we realise we had another station before we can have our lunch. By then, it was already 3pm! FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we found the lady we supposed to find among the crowd, we rushed down to LJS for lunch 'cos most of them opted for that. :/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was thinking of steaks.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, there was only one counter open for service and we had to wait at least 30minutes for our food to be served.&lt;br /&gt;That explains the moment when I saw my 2pcs chicken, fries, a cup of claw chowder and icetea... I gobbled them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...wait, gobbled got to be such an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 704px; height: 414px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267878_10150231154080881_702325880_7582063_8113681_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then the Lum Nua team was so happily eating and some went to grab neccessities.. We couldn't care less about the time ticking and tocking. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we arrived at the next station, other groups already left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCING AT THE FOUNTAIN&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT OUTSIDE VIVOCITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Grossiest thing ever done in 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of the passers-by stood there and watched us dance to O.M.G by Usher, there was this ABNN even snapping photos of us.. I wanted to dig a hole and hide my head.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you are a friend of mine in FB, you can see the unglam video. But I hope not! hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 727px; height: 434px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/263407_10150307427096321_594701320_9590509_1940438_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After being so exhausted from the morning-afternoon amazing race, we still need to learn how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUFFLE!&lt;/span&gt; And 'em seniors were pretty pissed at teaching us, they just merely touch-and-go for the last few steps. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't expect all of us to shuffle within 2hours or less right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't you find this entire post super leafy green? hahaha! Good for your eyesight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much ended our Day 2 with dinner that didn't look appetizing, and resting our feets in the room, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7203208808261901323?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7203208808261901323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7203208808261901323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7203208808261901323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7203208808261901323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/07/sde-foc-camp-4d3n-day-two.html' title='SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ---DAY TWO'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5997688228408548403</id><published>2011-06-30T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T03:14:08.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ----day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have been a vivid fan of my twitter/blog, you would probably know that I attended this 4D3N camp at NUS... which I was kinda reluctant to join initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whining to everyone around me that it's gna be so tiring and boring and all, but I had no choice. Ended up, god knows how much i enjoyed during the camp! Definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;110% better &lt;/span&gt;than the traumatising experience during my sec3 camp with those&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; crazy brownies bytches. &lt;/span&gt;You wouldn't know what I had been through if you didn't know the stories of my sec3 camp. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know I am like a bimbo, 'cos I actually wore makeup to the camp for Day1. I thought those people would be like those I see in poly, all thick like going wayang. But it suprised me that most of them went bare-faced! :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY ONE --23rd JUNE 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 618px; height: 412px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267672_10150231148130881_702325880_7581912_8381376_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o the first group shot. My OG was Macarius, which means island. Though I googled and it was some Greek God or something. Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everyone has an identity of Macarius, that's the fake rayban shades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;At least it's better than some other OGs, with ribbons, torned leopard prinnzzzzz fabric.. hahaha! We are the cool dudes like MAFIAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lum nua mafia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 615px; height: 406px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260495_10150231146975881_702325880_7581885_3571081_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everyone was pretty much quite alien to each other, and all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi,  what's your name..Ohhhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt; thing came very frequent on the day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Typical me, I couldn't remember names during ice-breaking games. I just  randomly shout random names which didn't exist. :O&lt;/span&gt; But lucky enough, I didn't get any forfeit, so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love camp games, they are so interactive and funny! There's the Fastfood game. "Subway, KFC, McDees, Taco Bell, LongJohn, Wendy's", "Tititit", "Tapping", "Blow"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we took a shuttlebus and walked under the scorching hot sun to the basketball court..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(secretly i feel that elvin ng had stepped foot on those rubber ground before... hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 488px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/271042_10150231148600881_702325880_7581919_608204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Once the whistle blew, you have to blow as hard as possible so that the syrup in the middle would be splashed toward the opponent. My group was outnumbered, they have more guys. So I was to challenege a guy who is shorter than me. Sorry, I can't take him seriously. I can't take short guys seriously. haha! joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;K, the winner &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shall not be &lt;/span&gt;announced here. Let your imagination runs wild....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 619px; height: 426px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267989_10150231149145881_702325880_7581931_6465033_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Couple hockey&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whereby a girl is piggybacked by a guy and she controls the 'hockey stick'. K, i suck at this 'cos I felt awkward being piggybacked by Glendon! We were both so sweaty, I kept sliding down and his like panting.. hahaha! 50kg is not that easy to carry around, plus need to run leh... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260371_10150231149265881_702325880_7581934_2260564_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was laughing like mad when this game was commenced. They all had to wear stocking over the head, and then do headbang and trap the opponent's stocking, then pull it off as fast as possible! They look like teletubbies! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh, and that's glendon. Our OGL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262214_10150231151440881_702325880_7582000_5700229_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;'Buahh' your asses on the soapy canvas with the game of dog-n-bone. I was pretty good at it, i 'buaahh' very fast loh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Plus it's a better option to play this game than to stand under the hot sun with asses burning on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267420_10150295149874134_595249133_8975829_3305794_n.jpg1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mass Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;After dinner we had dance practice to the song of 'Where 'em girls at'. Okay, it's pretty lame, 'cos I can't dance and I definitely look like some funny robot. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My partner was Christina, she's a damn sporty girl, she plays soccer. Gosh, such attractive girl. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (the one in red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260042_10150231152140881_702325880_7582018_522623_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To end the night, we had part (I) of the SP activity. Something like match-making/blind-date. They literally blind you to meet your potential partner.. Oh well.. luckily mine was a girl. who's attached. so I'm not lesbo or looking for partner. THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never want to know how long was the queue in the bathroom at night. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Continue day 2 on the next entry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-5997688228408548403?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5997688228408548403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5997688228408548403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5997688228408548403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5997688228408548403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/sde-foc-camp-4d3n.html' title='SDE FOC Camp 4D3N ----day one'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3322740708840627450</id><published>2011-06-27T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:06:49.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 4D3N...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am back from camp! Check out this space for the entry on SDE FOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BTW, I'm tanned like ABNN now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3322740708840627450?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3322740708840627450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3322740708840627450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3322740708840627450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3322740708840627450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-4d3n.html' title='After 4D3N...'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6351325038933379909</id><published>2011-06-22T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T04:26:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Lantern wearing contacts.. no lah!</title><content type='html'>Hello People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just done chatting and now I'm religiously trying to post entries to my blog, so my loyal readers wouldn't jump boat. Anyway, it's 4am right now, I sort of can't remember how to spell. I took 2minutes to think "Loyal" wasn't spelt as "Lawyer". HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway  if you do stalk my photo of the moments, you will realise I actually started to wear contacts. Just today! I was waiting for my AWESOME friend who took many-many minutes to reach, and I decided to pop by and get my contacts done. Kinda hesitating on which store to patronise, I don't really like to go optics 'cos those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; people look like slashers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.veraveg.org/Veg%20History/Carrot%20head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..In carrot-head terms.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ("Kan Cai Tou")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I just went into one random one along the stretch of road, and those people were super friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was pretty patient in explaining with me all the nitty-gritty details when I told him it was my first try wearing contacts. But boy he did speak too fast, half of the time i was distracted by activities behind him. Hoho! I was contemplating between coloured and clear lenses, but I felt like better to stick to plain-jane look for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when I find my jawline, I'd get my hair dyed black, and get blue/green lenses. You know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.superbwallpapers.com/wallpapers/celebrities/megan-fox-1588-400x250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, there were very meticulous about getting the correct degrees for both my eyes, asking me to try here try there, and explaining to me some of the stuff about being a first-timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just so you know. I don't quite need glasses or contacts. My degrees are like -25/-75 with slight astig. Hmmm, all along I thought I was pretty much a blind person. Imagine I'm already suffering with such eyesight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what do those with &amp;gt;500 see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;i'm so="" tempted="" to="" post="" s="" photo="" here="" for=""&gt;&lt;/i'm&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/span&gt; was good, most of it was because I think&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ryan Reynolds is damn friggin cute. He has the perfect look and nice smile! :D ...and his abs... *drools*&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2010/03/ryan-reynolds-2010-oscars-red-carpet.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://justjared.buzznet.com/headlines/2010/02/ryan-reynolds-hugo-boss-fragrance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fredhystere.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/ryan_reynolds_mh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind him being my bed. Haha! Those biceps... wa lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go sleep already!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *dreamy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6351325038933379909?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6351325038933379909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6351325038933379909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6351325038933379909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6351325038933379909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/green-lantern-wearing-contacts-no-lah.html' title='Green Lantern wearing contacts.. no lah!'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5335546431180851865</id><published>2011-06-19T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T04:25:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Bean's Cafe &amp; Wine Bar</title><content type='html'>We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cs gang)&lt;/span&gt; were supposed to give Mr Bean a try a few week ago, but we postponed it until today. I wasn't quite keen on it 'cos I was craving for some awesome Tze Char food or seafood fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh, I have yet to fulfil my dream of sinking my two front teeth onto fresh fleshy crab pincer while sipping on my cold beer, looking at beautiful scenery with the acoustic band playing at the background with good companion(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we ended up in Mr Bean since the menu looks pretty convincing and we were all starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have some steaks, but knowing it wasn't a steakhouse; better not risk it. So I ordered Seafood Marinara (my favorite after carbonara) because I had already pictured it to be awesomely spicy and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 286px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lilhs5YSV41qdjsj9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But turned out, it was like Hokkien Mee? The sauce wasn't like those normal marinara thick sauce. Perhaps there's white wine in it, but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seafood didn't taste fresh from the ocean, though the prawns were acceptably fine. Serving was huge, and it costs $18.80 for a plate. I think Pizza Hut could serve a better plate of pasta. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends had carbonara or something similiar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which i was terribly sorry to sj for noticing it so late!)&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't hear ravings from them either. The quality of the dishes were fine. But at the prices they are offering, I think it could be better; not the size of the servings,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but the aesthetically-wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, their waiters and waitresses were pretty attentive. Just a few waves, they would pop by to your side and attend to your needs. That's good. Plus, they are 24hours. So you could just chill out and have a lazy night with your buddies with a few jugs of beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the bill, I ain't too keen on trying their other dishes in the near future, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sorry a long post with no photo, was too busy chatting. hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ipad-mouse.co.cc/images/star/blue2/2.5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mr Bean's Cafe &amp;amp; Wine Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;30 &lt;span class="font09"&gt;Selegie Road&lt;/span&gt;, #01-00 &lt;span class="font09"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font09"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tel"&gt;+65 6333 3100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="web-email prepend-1 span-22"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/37688130-5335546431180851865?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5335546431180851865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5335546431180851865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5335546431180851865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5335546431180851865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/mr-beans-cafe-wine-bar.html' title='Mr Bean&apos;s Cafe &amp; Wine Bar'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-202094829214593887</id><published>2011-06-18T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T04:34:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish you bluebirds in the spring&lt;br /&gt;To give your heart a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;And then a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But more than this&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in July a lemonade&lt;br /&gt;To cool you in some leafy glade&lt;br /&gt;I wish you health&lt;br /&gt;And more than wealth&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breaking heart and I agree&lt;br /&gt;That you and I could never be&lt;br /&gt;So with my best&lt;br /&gt;My very best&lt;br /&gt;I set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;A cozy fire to keep you warm&lt;br /&gt;And most of all&lt;br /&gt;When snowflakes fall&lt;br /&gt;I wish you love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-202094829214593887?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/202094829214593887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=202094829214593887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/202094829214593887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/202094829214593887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-you-love.html' title='I Wish You Love'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7178736665584949198</id><published>2011-06-18T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T04:20:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My pretty and cute nieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/254498_10150224371582567_574322566_7150199_7751792_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's Chloe (left) and Cherie (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays really make you go "Wow!" whenever they speak. Probably you'd be stunned by their actions and words. They know more than you, or rather more than what they supposed to know at their age.&lt;br /&gt;Now a 9 years old kid would have iPhone, iPod, and dines in restaurants. When during my time, all we had were McDonalds, sticker books and erasers with flags.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel old when I remember I'm already 20 :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQOIiB4-d1Y/TfuyUDVauZI/AAAAAAAAEYM/f_xM85ROHRQ/s1600/jojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 433px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQOIiB4-d1Y/TfuyUDVauZI/AAAAAAAAEYM/f_xM85ROHRQ/s400/jojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619281017637091730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the value-buys &lt;/span&gt;I bought the other time when I was shopping alone in Bugis. Boy do I love shopping alone, I sort of get more impulse buys (good ones) and didn't regret when I gotten home! I'm so going back to shop alone, one fine energetic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was the dress I wore for my sis's wedding; in the morning for tea ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was looking for something more mature, less flamboyant. But this dress caught my eyes and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on SALE&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;3 pretty roses at the side of the waist, chiffon bottom to give a sweet look, layers of mesh to make it more sophisticated on the front.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ONLY FOR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWENTY BUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (SGD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on sale, so they don't allow trying on, so I took out my $20 for a gamble.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was a good bargain. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: Well, I was the bride's sister, so it's okay for me to wear abit more exaggerated la, right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7178736665584949198?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7178736665584949198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7178736665584949198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7178736665584949198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7178736665584949198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-pretty-and-cute-nieces.html' title='My pretty and cute nieces.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EQOIiB4-d1Y/TfuyUDVauZI/AAAAAAAAEYM/f_xM85ROHRQ/s72-c/jojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3782134312417119654</id><published>2011-06-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:16:34.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Day of Sister &amp; Francis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;On the 12.06.11 ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBFhg6f5fmM/Tfd0F5nvV_I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/tvJc1mqIps4/s1600/IMG_1486%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBFhg6f5fmM/Tfd0F5nvV_I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/tvJc1mqIps4/s400/IMG_1486%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086704883652594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9l9bPllgIo/Tfd0GAVbdCI/AAAAAAAAEXY/Tojz2uEMRmU/s1600/IMG_1500%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9l9bPllgIo/Tfd0GAVbdCI/AAAAAAAAEXY/Tojz2uEMRmU/s400/IMG_1500%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086706685899810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess these two photos are enough to tell you what's the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The hours before dawn broke, my house was crowded with enthusiastic people running up and down for the preparation of gatecrashing forfeits, last minute clearing of the room and the others whatnot. Luckily I had catch a wink in the evening, so I was still pretty awake by 2am to help out around. Partially 'cos McSpicy was in my tummy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was too bloated to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I dozed off&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; around 4am somewhere&lt;/span&gt; after I was done helping my mom to curl her hair for the morning tea ceremony. I was awoken by the footsteps of my family, the photographers, the makeup artist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6a.m.,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my house was crowded with strangers. Awkward, I've got no place to hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ever, I was equipped with mascara, eyeliner, blusher, liquid foundation, eyeshadow by 7am. And my dress was pretty much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too girly to my liking. &lt;/span&gt;I'll show you guys later!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1dVO5LL4Kw/Tfd0Fe0SO6I/AAAAAAAAEXI/ZoAZRDrFckA/s1600/IMG_1494%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1dVO5LL4Kw/Tfd0Fe0SO6I/AAAAAAAAEXI/ZoAZRDrFckA/s400/IMG_1494%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086697688513442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many stacks of AngPaos for everybody $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXznNrDndck/Tfd0FHrdCUI/AAAAAAAAEXA/PtqQW_YEIi8/s1600/IMG_1497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXznNrDndck/Tfd0FHrdCUI/AAAAAAAAEXA/PtqQW_YEIi8/s400/IMG_1497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086691477457218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double Happiness Shots; not quite happy as it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;Two flavours: Bitter/Sour. And it's the extreme version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll know why later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtdnUrLyrSI/Tfd0GV5UwzI/AAAAAAAAEXg/-3Bm9XOhXdY/s1600/IMG_1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtdnUrLyrSI/Tfd0GV5UwzI/AAAAAAAAEXg/-3Bm9XOhXdY/s400/IMG_1529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618086712473600818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Brudders vs 10 Sistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were outnumbered!!! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl5S2G70W38/TfdxjqBkmDI/AAAAAAAAEWw/1mgeeyxvdu4/s1600/IMG_1502%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl5S2G70W38/TfdxjqBkmDI/AAAAAAAAEWw/1mgeeyxvdu4/s400/IMG_1502%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618083917558224946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis has always been the creative one, just like me ;)&lt;br /&gt;Look at this beautiful 10 promises hand-made by sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWU0R3MOQhg/TfdxjeNRWVI/AAAAAAAAEWo/jAHogQBmG44/s1600/IMG_1506%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWU0R3MOQhg/TfdxjeNRWVI/AAAAAAAAEWo/jAHogQBmG44/s400/IMG_1506%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618083914386069842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk9_-mPm9oM/Tfdxj5LInzI/AAAAAAAAEW4/u4ZMBVEcyfA/s1600/IMG_1498%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk9_-mPm9oM/Tfdxj5LInzI/AAAAAAAAEW4/u4ZMBVEcyfA/s400/IMG_1498%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618083921624866610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gowns designed by the reputable local designer: Ashley Isham.&lt;br /&gt;And boy did his gowns made Sis looks so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gatecrashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uDYo_xq2jqg/Te-3mfR-TVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zCHPnf4ZOT4/s1600/parental.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250447_10150218877537921_26767572920_7350291_5024260_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These jellies which looked pretty wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT, it's just a dessert. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzucaAFDpy0/TfdxjPgnXAI/AAAAAAAAEWg/LSOSbv7Kt_0/s1600/IMG_1511%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzucaAFDpy0/TfdxjPgnXAI/AAAAAAAAEWg/LSOSbv7Kt_0/s400/IMG_1511%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618083910440672258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to the Bride's room was hidden &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's stuck onto a pile of sand, resting on a large stone with a mesh of wires at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn't expect it to be.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you might have it too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert tinkling music like angels coming down from heaven*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDCNpb4vaPc/TfdxizrA0QI/AAAAAAAAEWY/cYJWtTIv8dU/s1600/IMG_1512%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDCNpb4vaPc/TfdxizrA0QI/AAAAAAAAEWY/cYJWtTIv8dU/s400/IMG_1512%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618083902968090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a goddamn *toooot* with untrimmed *toooooot*&lt;br /&gt;and bits of white *tooooooot* at the top of the *tooooooot*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I had a hard time typing that.. *sigh!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after some questionnaires, waxing of legs,&lt;br /&gt;drinking of bitter/sour juices, hot dances, and eating of jellies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now present to you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grand finale for the gatecrashing games&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZh69km89eI/TfdpwUpbeKI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/TVLFCu1cIO0/s1600/IMG_1535%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZh69km89eI/TfdpwUpbeKI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/TVLFCu1cIO0/s400/IMG_1535%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618075339065096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this brudder was super ONz to help the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The whipped cream had melted by the time their came into the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine 3 cans of whipped cream used up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idJI6T1zl7c/Tfdpv9hja4I/AAAAAAAAEWA/j69RrXSaJ4w/s1600/IMG_1537%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idJI6T1zl7c/Tfdpv9hja4I/AAAAAAAAEWA/j69RrXSaJ4w/s400/IMG_1537%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618075332858047362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a first dive into the spongy cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt; (the key)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXuu_aiW2xI/TfdpwAm8GgI/AAAAAAAAEWI/CqBocs7-wqk/s1600/IMG_1536%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DXuu_aiW2xI/TfdpwAm8GgI/AAAAAAAAEWI/CqBocs7-wqk/s400/IMG_1536%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618075333685942786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he bo chap already,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; took a second, third, forth,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fifth dive into the base of the cake and thick layers of whipped cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one of the sista saw his never-say-die spirit,&lt;br /&gt;she showed him the key was actually tied to the *tooooot*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBvhcbmW73M/TfdpvXfsMxI/AAAAAAAAEV4/v22-ddiGjz8/s1600/IMG_1540%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBvhcbmW73M/TfdpvXfsMxI/AAAAAAAAEV4/v22-ddiGjz8/s400/IMG_1540%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618075322649686802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aftermath of how the pandan cake, the *tooooot* and the melted whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;which look ironically  like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something else overflowing&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6heZnr92Hoo/TfdpvHmWEJI/AAAAAAAAEVw/Y6ORZT-du70/s1600/IMG_1544%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6heZnr92Hoo/TfdpvHmWEJI/AAAAAAAAEVw/Y6ORZT-du70/s400/IMG_1544%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618075318382629010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the sistaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oynkTaHihng/Tfdo98SLESI/AAAAAAAAEVg/qOx9_CDXnkI/s1600/IMG_1596%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oynkTaHihng/Tfdo98SLESI/AAAAAAAAEVg/qOx9_CDXnkI/s1600/IMG_1596%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oynkTaHihng/Tfdo98SLESI/AAAAAAAAEVg/qOx9_CDXnkI/s400/IMG_1596%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618074473531642146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W93m29plcuE/Tfdo9qYlTxI/AAAAAAAAEVY/cWT9jMhAUok/s1600/IMG_1679%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W93m29plcuE/Tfdo9qYlTxI/AAAAAAAAEVY/cWT9jMhAUok/s400/IMG_1679%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618074468726689554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got a family shot after the solemnisation, with the solemniser &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the one beside my sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a funny and nice guy, his words made alot of sense too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HotMZFTpH1A/Tfdo9X-LSAI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/QGCrj8HG0pk/s1600/IMG_1696%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HotMZFTpH1A/Tfdo9X-LSAI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/QGCrj8HG0pk/s400/IMG_1696%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618074463784093698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect something different when you're attending a creative director's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1ktpdpFXX0/Tfdo9DYcCyI/AAAAAAAAEVI/3UssQM2A_UM/s1600/IMG_1787%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1ktpdpFXX0/Tfdo9DYcCyI/AAAAAAAAEVI/3UssQM2A_UM/s400/IMG_1787%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618074458257099554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty dancers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248628_10150218166747921_26767572920_7339968_6878420_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting worth a few grands. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my dearest sis. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3782134312417119654?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3782134312417119654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3782134312417119654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3782134312417119654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3782134312417119654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-day-of-sister-francis.html' title='The Big Day of Sister &amp; Francis'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBFhg6f5fmM/Tfd0F5nvV_I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/tvJc1mqIps4/s72-c/IMG_1486%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-9219969941907970836</id><published>2011-06-04T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:41:11.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Spade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtvvH_Yr-D8/Tek4hpCTmgI/AAAAAAAAETc/mAsG0_AGFR4/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtvvH_Yr-D8/Tek4hpCTmgI/AAAAAAAAETc/mAsG0_AGFR4/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614080561096399362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Say Hi to the new member of Kate Spade collection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Though the spade at the side is fading off. Can complain?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-9219969941907970836?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/9219969941907970836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=9219969941907970836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9219969941907970836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9219969941907970836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/kate-spade.html' title='Kate Spade.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtvvH_Yr-D8/Tek4hpCTmgI/AAAAAAAAETc/mAsG0_AGFR4/s72-c/IMG_1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-723896241551084368</id><published>2011-06-04T02:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:35:06.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th May -Up, up here we go! (Sky @ 57)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Plans were cancelled last minute due to something that cropped up unknowingly. But all was smooth-sailing thereafter.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I fell in love with Popeye’s Wicked&lt;em&gt; something&lt;/em&gt; fried chicken. It tasted exactly like crispy KFC chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, roaming around retail shops with something in mind to buy,  but can’t find the perfect one was tiring. :/ So exhausted that I gave  up shopping on that day. &lt;strong&gt;With money, no idea where to spend it on. :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The evening stroll to Sands was entertaining. The clock seemed to  stop and everything seemed too perfect to be true. I bet we walked more  than 5km, but it seemed to be just a mere 5minutes walk with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good  company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;K, so the story behind the initiative of bringing me up to the sky was like this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;At the M.Barrage; a week before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Refer to 4th May Entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;ME: I don't care! I WANT TO BE ON TOP OF THE WORLD ON MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;HE: 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*distracted by other things*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Case closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I strongly believe that was what triggered the idea of dining there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up, up here we go, go.&lt;br /&gt;My ears were po po 'popped&lt;br /&gt;'cos of the air pressure up, up&lt;br /&gt;to Level 57 which &lt;strong&gt;I liokeeee, aik aik aik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, did I not mention I do not enjoy fine dining? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was not thrilled  with excitment but nervous to the wreck when I heard it’s fine dining.  :S&lt;br /&gt;All those pretentious dining places... makes me uncomfortable! I like using my hand to eat bbq  chicken wings, stuffing mouthful of rice into my mouth, and shouting  across the table. *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;But well, it’s a good thing to know the service at Sky on 57 was  excellent. The waitresses were polite, and the waiter who served us was  warm and loving! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They better be, 'cos it's not tens, twenties we are spending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and if you ever dine with me, please be prepared that I'd whine and whine about which main to order! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm THAT indecisive! I WANT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you were contemplating whether or not to give this restaurant a try, maybe you'd like to scroll down and have a brief idea of their food, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from my point of view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd8Pb2zsWGU/TekttqJt1mI/AAAAAAAAESw/dIImGjMszdU/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd8Pb2zsWGU/TekttqJt1mI/AAAAAAAAESw/dIImGjMszdU/s400/IMG_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614068672926439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Legendary&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sparkling water &lt;/span&gt;really sparked up my throat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rHp1I0cpJo/TekuRfe-ZgI/AAAAAAAAETE/-yENWZZZ4TM/s1600/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rHp1I0cpJo/TekuRfe-ZgI/AAAAAAAAETE/-yENWZZZ4TM/s400/IMG_1321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614069288538105346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Asparagus Printemps&lt;/span&gt; and I swear we wasted it so much. I didn’t  like the taste of it ‘cos it too veggi’ly raw. I am a veggie-kind of person, but this is really :/ for me to like it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Half of the time, I didn't know what I was chewing. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYr8NJz7_3A/TekuRNTzsiI/AAAAAAAAES4/tk6qKOeU1tQ/s1600/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYr8NJz7_3A/TekuRNTzsiI/AAAAAAAAES4/tk6qKOeU1tQ/s400/IMG_1333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614069283659428386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;He ordered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nordic  King Crab &lt;/span&gt;which looked rather appetizing! And it tasted really delicious! The crabmeat was sorta close to crunchy and very fresh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn’t decide on which to  order ‘cos I felt like eating steak, but I wanted pasta too! Ended up, I  got myself&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lobster Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yah, yah, y'all gna be stunned by the photo below....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISI91hGFZyo/TekttDXx8zI/AAAAAAAAESo/MGM8UIsZrik/s1600/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISI91hGFZyo/TekttDXx8zI/AAAAAAAAESo/MGM8UIsZrik/s400/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614068662516446002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Hm, not bad. Tastes like MeePok -Him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, Meepok at the price of $50; that is. :/&lt;br /&gt;Without saying, I regretted my decision on ordering of food again. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like super bohua to order something like that there. Haha! But I would say it's good. There's something so special about the pasta, and there were big chunkcs of lobsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we could start up a small cafe selling Lobster Meepok. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQRspmfYuLw/Tekts-sMHgI/AAAAAAAAESg/uAjpWCZ-hd4/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rQRspmfYuLw/Tekts-sMHgI/AAAAAAAAESg/uAjpWCZ-hd4/s400/IMG_1345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614068661259869698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoocr73x79g/TektsZ_ZIJI/AAAAAAAAESY/fblN19cH_EM/s1600/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoocr73x79g/TektsZ_ZIJI/AAAAAAAAESY/fblN19cH_EM/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614068651408302226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had some desserts before we left. If I was not wrong, the scoop of creamy icecream was their own creation. And the apple tarts fresh from the oven. It's good, very crispy. But I'm not a fan of apple crumble/tart/pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUE6sO3teew/TekuRvqiyDI/AAAAAAAAETI/az5Cw17LHUk/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUE6sO3teew/TekuRvqiyDI/AAAAAAAAETI/az5Cw17LHUk/s400/IMG_1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614069292881594418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking another stroll back was good for digestion. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was quite humid, my face was oily enough to fry an egg. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm very gross hor? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO END A PERFECT DAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5ty8UglqT0/TektsN2o8aI/AAAAAAAAESQ/XDP_NLraxRA/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5ty8UglqT0/TektsN2o8aI/AAAAAAAAESQ/XDP_NLraxRA/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614068648150364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDONALDS' DRIVE-THRU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This time for my piggy sissy though. hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ending the entry with ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrGSL0r1mdc/TekuSfiDpkI/AAAAAAAAETQ/pUrC95LBVh4/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrGSL0r1mdc/TekuSfiDpkI/AAAAAAAAETQ/pUrC95LBVh4/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614069305730901570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a happy 20 years old &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-723896241551084368?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/723896241551084368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=723896241551084368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/723896241551084368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/723896241551084368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/16th-may-up-up-here-we-go-sky-57.html' title='16th May -Up, up here we go! (Sky @ 57)'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd8Pb2zsWGU/TekttqJt1mI/AAAAAAAAESw/dIImGjMszdU/s72-c/IMG_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8820849085029576191</id><published>2011-06-04T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:49:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th May 2011- His Pre-Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtTxyCwWg8A/Tekr6JNfEWI/AAAAAAAAERs/ueX92e26dRc/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtTxyCwWg8A/Tekr6JNfEWI/AAAAAAAAERs/ueX92e26dRc/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614066688398922082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure the beginning of May was a brilliant kick start of a a new month,&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;special one that is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was to head to Universal Studios &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Even though I’d been there thrice.)&lt;/span&gt; But it changed to a surprise which &lt;strong&gt;didn’t quite become any surprise..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazingly, I memorised the map from Jurong to M.Barrage a night before with the help of Google Map! I drove, &lt;strong&gt;YES I DROVE&lt;/strong&gt;, all the way on AYE to ECP and the many little filter lanes to M.Barrage. &lt;strong&gt;I’m too pro or whuuuuuut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Actually I realised it's not because I couldn't drive. It's because I need somebody who has faith and confident in me to be on the passenger seat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love picnic during breezy days, and I took advantage of that day to plan something I wanted to do since eons years ago. Hehehe! But I think the skies were aware of my cunning motive, the picnic was called off immediately after we stepped foot onto the grass patches at MB. The unforgiving weather, it was something like thunderstorm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eIFAs34ZOg/Tekr6b0LiPI/AAAAAAAAERw/3deo_-7mh78/s1600/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eIFAs34ZOg/Tekr6b0LiPI/AAAAAAAAERw/3deo_-7mh78/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614066693393058034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how we gotten an impromptu K-Session @ Kallang. It was entertaining enough, and there were times my pitch went OFFFFFFFFFFF and I felt so embarrassed. But after a few tries, I was immune to it, and just sing my lungs out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He amazed me by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sidetrack abit, I think I can’t be an event manager, I’d screw up the whole event and  ended up nothing gna happened on the actual day! Though I must admit my  level of creativity and originality is &lt;strong&gt;high up and above the sky&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Joanne, you’re not shy at all!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfhtJygiH0M/Tekr7pKh9sI/AAAAAAAAESI/12BjdP4-9Us/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfhtJygiH0M/Tekr7pKh9sI/AAAAAAAAESI/12BjdP4-9Us/s400/IMG_1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614066714156332738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know, my passion in kite-flying and a mini picnic didn't die off in the end. We packed our stuff and went back to MB for a second try. Wow, the breeze was wonderful, pretty nightsky and splendid landscape of MBS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K19okOJvUU/Tekr7TEJ2cI/AAAAAAAAESA/a8Y-Rx2P4s8/s1600/IMG_1063copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8K19okOJvUU/Tekr7TEJ2cI/AAAAAAAAESA/a8Y-Rx2P4s8/s400/IMG_1063copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614066708224006594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ibNB8gdh7o/Tekr67i5ZwI/AAAAAAAAER4/uKPzVuWalR0/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 460px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ibNB8gdh7o/Tekr67i5ZwI/AAAAAAAAER4/uKPzVuWalR0/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614066701910501122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so,  the perfect day ended with a McDonalds’ drive-thru at  ABNN-Central-Park. Ordered isst-ahh-woo-shiok-ah! But the person gave us  the wrong order. -_-||&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8820849085029576191?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8820849085029576191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8820849085029576191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8820849085029576191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8820849085029576191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/06/4th-may-2011-his-pre-birthday.html' title='4th May 2011- His Pre-Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PtTxyCwWg8A/Tekr6JNfEWI/AAAAAAAAERs/ueX92e26dRc/s72-c/IMG_1005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2675574934398230548</id><published>2011-05-30T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:59:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back!</title><content type='html'>I'm just plain lazy to blog. I have alot of photos to upload, I know right. So many occasions not updated here! :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time, I need to change a layout before I post any proper entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back at this space with surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2675574934398230548?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2675574934398230548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2675574934398230548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2675574934398230548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2675574934398230548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back!'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3094710211295996874</id><published>2011-05-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:40:27.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring.me</title><content type='html'>A pity that my formspring is no longer in activation 'cos I realised I'd misplaced my password and some random character managed to hack into it and asked stupid questions elsewhere :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double sadness for stalkers (a.k.a my dear readers) as they couldn't have a two-way communication with me anymore. Besides, I realised those questions answered weren't too fun. They all sounded so serious. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the account is closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3094710211295996874?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3094710211295996874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3094710211295996874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3094710211295996874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3094710211295996874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/formspringme.html' title='Formspring.me'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6903637606193439694</id><published>2011-05-11T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:08:32.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://p.gzhls.at/512101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously placing this K-x into my consideration list for a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;Did some research and normally people compared this with D5000 as they are both catered for entry-level noobs. Like me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks good, especially when it's pink. Gosh, actually to be frank, I like it most because of the colour. I am not really a 'photographer' person, 'cos I'd rather my photos taken than to take photos. Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, still considering 'cos it's not cheap and I don't have a job to support my living unless the advertising company dude calls me back. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I am interested in.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like buying a Kinect 'cos of their games. PS3 is like.. -_-|| I only see my brother playing the soccer game, other games are bulls. Wii doesn't seems as fun as kinect....... AHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY I HAZ NO LUCK IN WINNING THAT KINECT DURING PROM NIGHHHHT! :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hereby I conclude, money does makes people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6903637606193439694?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6903637606193439694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6903637606193439694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6903637606193439694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6903637606193439694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-random-thought.html' title='Just a random thought.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1964250347461234668</id><published>2011-05-10T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T02:13:46.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the road gets tougher</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xgjIDFsFx_k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1964250347461234668?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1964250347461234668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1964250347461234668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1964250347461234668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1964250347461234668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-road-gets-tougher.html' title='As the road gets tougher'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xgjIDFsFx_k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2808818887387070085</id><published>2011-05-09T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:38:57.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMRfcU8mI1s/TcbZvw27tMI/AAAAAAAAERg/Fdwz0_SAD6E/s1600/ADB002085_Ampliada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMRfcU8mI1s/TcbZvw27tMI/AAAAAAAAERg/Fdwz0_SAD6E/s400/ADB002085_Ampliada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604406200901547202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pSBb-RAKpo/TcbZvrUATJI/AAAAAAAAERY/B8-cBslgARs/s1600/indesign-cs5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pSBb-RAKpo/TcbZvrUATJI/AAAAAAAAERY/B8-cBslgARs/s400/indesign-cs5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604406199412870290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to own one of these. Photoshop is such a brilliant tool made created by human. It's amazing how the ugliest thing can transform into a pleasant-looking thing by Photoshop.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Okay, I meant me, myself. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the program on the right is specifically created for designing of posters, brochures, leaflets, etc. It's what I'm doing! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AND IT'S ALMOST PINK&lt;/span&gt;. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want to check the price not because I am lazy. It's because I know I won't be getting one myself as the price is too STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Like what the hell! One of them could easily cost you &amp;gt;$500SGD and the Creative Master Suite costs &amp;gt;$1000SGD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody haz any clues about the student plan ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just as I was typing this, SMU called me up for the third time. This time, to my home. There's an interview next week. Should I go? Or not...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, about the student plan to get Adobe software at a discounted price? I'll bake you many many cupcakes if you ever get me more information! Do drop me a mail at joanne.tsh@live.com !! Much appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about cuppies, I was suppose to post an entry about cupcakes which I promised in one of the previous entry. Okay, I'll do it.. soon. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2808818887387070085?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2808818887387070085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2808818887387070085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2808818887387070085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2808818887387070085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/money.html' title='Money.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMRfcU8mI1s/TcbZvw27tMI/AAAAAAAAERg/Fdwz0_SAD6E/s72-c/ADB002085_Ampliada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-150804977510336890</id><published>2011-05-09T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:34:32.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't supposed to be a GE entry, but somehow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everybirdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good lazy ol' Sunday catching up with their beauty sleep they forwent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last Saturday night. I was one of them- The typical Singaporean kaypoh-ing the results of the General Election 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI to Non-Singaporean, there had been an overwhelming hype going around this little sunny island regarding the Voting 2011. Where the citizens above 21 of age speak up and have their says via a 'X'. Every 5 years&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (i think)&lt;/span&gt; there'll be a General Election held in Singapore, for the citizens to vote for the parties they truly have faith in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never casted a vote, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I haven't been into politics and have never been interested in it. Personally, I think if you know more about politics, you might learn the darker side of how the Earth revolves. I prefer to be ignorant and live a happier life. Y'know, ignorance is a bliss. Then again, you'll be wiser and less guilible. People will look up to you. Especially when a woman knows more about politic, she looks ultimately charistmatic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i think)&lt;/span&gt;. Same goes for a lawyer (female). If I had a chance, I would love to be a lawyer or politician.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in dramas&lt;/span&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a frivolous girl, I am sure these serious issues would bore me to death and if I was to rule the world, it wouldn't last for more than 24hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust me, I'm super indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up the above paragraphs, I was just trying to say I was never interested in the news or results regarding the above. Because I have been underage to vote for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 series of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;parliamentary general election&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) because Rajesree brought this into our lecture notes last year, 2) because twitter was spammed by overwhelming chains of tweets, 3) because for almost 5 newsfeed on facebook there's 3 about GE, 4) because it's all over the newspapers, 5) because it's discussed by everybody you met, 6) because you want to try to be smart to talk about politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was forced to be part of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather a good thing actually. I'd learnt more about General Elections, I'd learnt views from various people, I'd learnt to be less guilible, I'm a step nearer to becoming a true blue Singaporean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There were times when friends asked where would I want to migrate to when I am of the acceptable age to move away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'd be like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh what? Migrate? I'm gonna live in Singapore to study, work, get married, build a family, raise my kids, and 'til I passed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the high level of security, beautiful landscape and architectures, close to perfect cleanliness in most of the areas and eternal summer.&lt;br /&gt;Why migrate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There may be all the kiasu, kiasi, kiakia Singaporeans, squeezing in the trains, bla bla bla.. still, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close-to &lt;/span&gt;perfect place to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And good news is, I'll be able to take part in this exciting activity for Election 2016. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And the bad news is,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll be 25 by then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Omg, so scary, so old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[No picture for this post because politics is still categorised under 'dull' to me. The entry must suits the content. All words only. TYVM.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-150804977510336890?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/150804977510336890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=150804977510336890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/150804977510336890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/150804977510336890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-swear-it-wasnt-supposed-to-be-ge.html' title='It wasn&apos;t supposed to be a GE entry, but somehow...'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2433088385842961100</id><published>2011-05-05T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T01:13:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect first Wednesday of May.</title><content type='html'>Actually it's made up of tiny little imperfections to reach perfection. I had a great day, happy from within. As though it's my birthday instead -_-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good company, hilarious jokes, dumb moments, stuffing xiao long baos, exhausting-yet-awesome belting songs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (i found my idol!)&lt;/span&gt;, JCP McDonalds' drive-thru, never-ending topics to talk about. And the best HTHT since don't know how many eons ago. Love it. I hope there's more of these. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuuuuuut, I'm disappointed. 'Cos I planned many things in advance, but everything screwed up. Wasn't able to give a full blast of good planning skill. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baaaaaaaaaaah, very upset with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're my BEST FRIEND!!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, happy moments;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hope it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2433088385842961100?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2433088385842961100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2433088385842961100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2433088385842961100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2433088385842961100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-first-wednesday-of-may.html' title='The perfect first Wednesday of May.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7359663093799068704</id><published>2011-05-03T04:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T04:15:46.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting the arrival of Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>Tossin' and turnin' on my bed with a cardigan on, hiding under my thick blanket. I couldn't sleep, the symptoms are too much for me to handle. I think I'll grow thinner at this rate since I could barely eat anything even though my stomach is rumbling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could miraculously recover by the end of tomorrow because there is an important date for me on Wednesday. I don't want to be huffing and panting when I merely walk a few steps. Besides, I don't want to be a wet blanket to kill all the fun. Prays hard I would recover immediately after a sleep tonight. My stomach is so empty, I think it's digesting itself now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking forward to Wednesday and hopefully I wouldn't smash the happiness with my bare hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much all for this post. Oh, I'm currently testing my skill on icings. There will be a post on cupcakes with icings decor in the next entry. Stay tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7359663093799068704?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7359663093799068704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7359663093799068704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7359663093799068704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7359663093799068704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/awaiting-arrival-of-wednesday.html' title='Awaiting the arrival of Wednesday!'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8782077448132720113</id><published>2011-05-03T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:23:24.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health; is a gift. Not a right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not been feeling good as of late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of vanishing into thin air have been overwhelming. Just a few years back, I think it was due to the ever-stressful 'O' Levels that made me had mini heart-attacks every other minutes. It was the stress, the McSpicy, the fries and the oil. I used to be plump, so I was known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Lil' Pui' at home back then.&lt;/span&gt; They used to laugh at me saying my blood vessels were blocked by the fatty particles consumed from unhealthy food.  But doctor, doctor said it was due to stress and hormones thingy, something like puberty or whatnot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So it's nothing tooserious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few years later, I'd never seen this coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has came back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest feels so damn tight and sometimes it hurts. Physically, not literally.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe literally too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's due to the previous late night suppers. The pipes are stuck again. :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise not to overeat and eat after 12am anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody will understand how tormenting it feels unless you are in the shoes of sombody like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't gloat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8782077448132720113?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8782077448132720113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8782077448132720113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8782077448132720113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8782077448132720113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/05/health-is-gift-not-right.html' title='Health; is a gift. Not a right.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7803521747980796600</id><published>2011-04-27T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:51:55.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bimbo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awoken by my sister with the breaking news of a letter from NUS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Surprisingly I wasn't as thrilled as receiving parcels from Mr. Postman though.) Perhaps it's because they took too long to reply me, my hopes were all dashed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so groggy when I tore open the brown envelope and read the letter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was filled with those dramas you've seen on TV, when the people tore open the envelope excitingly then their face soured with an inverted 'U' shape after reading it.. Or those jumping high in the air with excitment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My story?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Congratulations! I'm pleased to offer you......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20InNr7novc/TbfKuewGHuI/AAAAAAAAERQ/x6Nik6SxYGM/s1600/229024_10150278077789638_770334637_9413645_2822276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20InNr7novc/TbfKuewGHuI/AAAAAAAAERQ/x6Nik6SxYGM/s400/229024_10150278077789638_770334637_9413645_2822276_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600167561536085730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was my first choice. Closely related to the diploma course I studied. Went for the interview, and appeared to be all well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm accepted into&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL UNIVERSITY OF SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, should I accept this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate making big decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7803521747980796600?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7803521747980796600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7803521747980796600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7803521747980796600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7803521747980796600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-bimbo.html' title='I&apos;m a bimbo.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20InNr7novc/TbfKuewGHuI/AAAAAAAAERQ/x6Nik6SxYGM/s72-c/229024_10150278077789638_770334637_9413645_2822276_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5276674229922192404</id><published>2011-04-24T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T04:10:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't no superwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpLUwjg5rCw/TbMyAnAmJtI/AAAAAAAAERI/oGtt90zgP1Q/s1600/DSC03668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpLUwjg5rCw/TbMyAnAmJtI/AAAAAAAAERI/oGtt90zgP1Q/s400/DSC03668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598873747804530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...And so, I realised I do have feelings too. I'm not oblivious to the surrounding; I have my eyes to see, ears to listen and gut feelings to sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm made of flesh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not as strong as you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're running in circles looking for a solution, you and I trying different ways to untangle this almost-impossible knot. You may seem to be working hard, I can see. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't do it your way, doesn't mean I didn't try hard enough either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, things have been so different compared to the previous time. Perhaps it's the side-effect of controlling emotions. I can't say much. But I trust my judgement... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wouldn't be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many 'What Ifs' in this world; all due to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cowardliness&lt;/span&gt;  of one self. Or perhaps I can't find a reason for myself to fight it in the harsh way... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do hope there's a day, I could hold your hand and cross the streets, walk the paths and go through everything; together with you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you please show me the light at the end of this tunnel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-5276674229922192404?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5276674229922192404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5276674229922192404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5276674229922192404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5276674229922192404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_24.html' title='I ain&apos;t no superwoman'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpLUwjg5rCw/TbMyAnAmJtI/AAAAAAAAERI/oGtt90zgP1Q/s72-c/DSC03668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6026247750096023082</id><published>2011-04-24T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T03:19:14.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair...</title><content type='html'>I want to be Angmoh, to be legally blonde or perhaps naturally brunette is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a black haired monster with all the roots growing out days after I dyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months (coming close to 5months) ago my hair was this brown. I looked like monkey, but I like it. I thought of going lighter.. my baby hair (fringe area) was overwhelmingly brown. Like a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_XUGVAEQa4/TbMlhmcBgdI/AAAAAAAAERA/swVIWmn_u_M/s1600/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_XUGVAEQa4/TbMlhmcBgdI/AAAAAAAAERA/swVIWmn_u_M/s400/DSC01953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598860020935655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back to black ...roots which is like 3inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6026247750096023082?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6026247750096023082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6026247750096023082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6026247750096023082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6026247750096023082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-hair.html' title='My hair...'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_XUGVAEQa4/TbMlhmcBgdI/AAAAAAAAERA/swVIWmn_u_M/s72-c/DSC01953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5209871795727290042</id><published>2011-04-24T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:58:50.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamers for life.</title><content type='html'>What's better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ponning lectures&lt;/span&gt; and take a bus to  City Vibe for an awesome round of L4d2 with Koi right beside the mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I definitely will start missing those times spent with the girls, going to city vibe like some chao ahlians &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but with laptops and lecture notes in the bag instead of makeup pouches)&lt;/span&gt;, walking confidently to the counter and say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"4 coms 2 hours." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWwvhyA8Bug/TbMfwmII6xI/AAAAAAAAEQw/lizUe0ERXPg/s1600/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWwvhyA8Bug/TbMfwmII6xI/AAAAAAAAEQw/lizUe0ERXPg/s400/DSC02569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598853681480526610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always take turns to be the two lucky winners sitting in the middle. I don't know the main reason for them to snatch the middle seats, but to me.. I feel more secure. Haha! Anyway, by losing the gamble, you'll have to face the consequence of sitting next to SML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all fear sitting next to her&lt;/span&gt;, but it's just like a habit already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost the gamble (or maybe was being generous)for the last round, I was situated next to SML and at one corner. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqX063sXY2M/TbMfxwdRAWI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/txUAKhl7Kz8/s1600/DSC02570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MqX063sXY2M/TbMfxwdRAWI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/txUAKhl7Kz8/s400/DSC02570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598853701433360738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a gamer, always a gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsTm7YzoO7o/TbMfv05oxgI/AAAAAAAAEQo/RxvjYi2Ok1k/s1600/DSC02572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MsTm7YzoO7o/TbMfv05oxgI/AAAAAAAAEQo/RxvjYi2Ok1k/s400/DSC02572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598853668266362370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, KOI. I don't drink bubble/milk tea until KOI came into my life. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains the excess water retention on those cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yup, sad to say, but I do miss school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-5209871795727290042?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5209871795727290042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5209871795727290042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5209871795727290042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5209871795727290042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/gamers-for-life.html' title='Gamers for life.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWwvhyA8Bug/TbMfwmII6xI/AAAAAAAAEQw/lizUe0ERXPg/s72-c/DSC02569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3927878247858812794</id><published>2011-04-23T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:57:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me luh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4md-BTQp1I/TbHbilawiXI/AAAAAAAAEQg/pzaBsX2FWBo/s1600/snapshot%252833%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4md-BTQp1I/TbHbilawiXI/AAAAAAAAEQg/pzaBsX2FWBo/s400/snapshot%252833%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598497199004617074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum blue eyeshadow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PMdrF7Ku8U/TbHbiX9JHJI/AAAAAAAAEQY/8YgM2MIBw3Q/s1600/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PMdrF7Ku8U/TbHbiX9JHJI/AAAAAAAAEQY/8YgM2MIBw3Q/s400/DSC03415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598497195390737554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3927878247858812794?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3927878247858812794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3927878247858812794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3927878247858812794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3927878247858812794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-luh.html' title='Me luh.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c4md-BTQp1I/TbHbilawiXI/AAAAAAAAEQg/pzaBsX2FWBo/s72-c/snapshot%252833%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7164986649720366133</id><published>2011-04-16T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:39:34.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th April 2011- Wedding shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, no, no. I am not on hiatus or thinking of abandoning my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been relatively busy, that explains the lack of entries and whatnot. I don't like to post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half-hearted entries&lt;/span&gt; because it looked really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insincere&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no photo, I'd compensate with interesting stories. No point uploading random photos for the sake of blogging. If there's photos, definitely it will spice up the entries. Then again, I wouldn't want to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; spam the blogspot's bandwidth&lt;/span&gt; with self-shots. My skin is still not as thick to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that extend&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_5Vwr6sNQw/TbHS61JCESI/AAAAAAAAEPw/L9XGSbi3B7c/s1600/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_5Vwr6sNQw/TbHS61JCESI/AAAAAAAAEPw/L9XGSbi3B7c/s400/DSC03356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487719937446178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this was the studio we went to, early in the morning. Before dawn broke in. If it wasn't for my sister, I'd just whack the whoever made me wake up so early in the morning to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was my sister's personal assistant today. I'm not too sure how many of you are aware of this awesome big news, but well.. my sister is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; getting married this summer&lt;/span&gt;. Woohoo! First marriage in the family, should be quite a big deal. And I don't think I can adapt to her lack of presence in the house for the rest of the days after she gets married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Being a PA, I should dressed up accordingly. That's what the dramas normally show right? The PA fanning the bigshot, holding umbrella, wiping the pespirations, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tough job I've got.&lt;/span&gt; in exchange for a mcspicy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should be worth it.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSW8Q2_OZ6k/TbHS7mfvExI/AAAAAAAAEQI/CJ0UOEJ0FGo/s1600/DSC03360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PSW8Q2_OZ6k/TbHS7mfvExI/AAAAAAAAEQI/CJ0UOEJ0FGo/s400/DSC03360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487733186007826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to quite a few places, and the first was near the railway track. 'Cos the photographer somehow resides near that area. Hm. That dude's (Kelvin) pretty much a cheery photog, and he creates stories when taking photos. And he rolls on the ground to capture perfect moments. I'd seen a few of his artworks, I should say they are all brilliant. Heartwarming, and you can feel the love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully sis and francis' album will be as captivating as those. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Because we did almost everything, inclusive of chasing for the sunset...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btGTArkp2Pw/TbHS7PczAKI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Y1p4RLRv_q4/s1600/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btGTArkp2Pw/TbHS7PczAKI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Y1p4RLRv_q4/s400/DSC03364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487726999666850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a shot from the PA, to show you stalkers our soon-to-be newly weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're dancing uh, dance dance dance... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if it's not obvious enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the photos captured by the PA were in the other memory card. And the album has yet to be done, so no more photos for you guys! Perhaps I'll sneakily get some photos from my sis when she received them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A preview of the beautiful love, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was a tiring day-and-evening for me. I'm not the photog, not the makeup artist, not the buddy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but just a PA&lt;/span&gt;. So I don't have too much roles to act on; instead walking up and down with heavy bag, mozzies bites (huge and fat ones) all over the thighs, sweating like a pig made me real exhausted, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wouldn't complain because it's for my lovely sister. And I'm more than happy to know that she found her true love, her soulmate; somebody whom she cares and cares for her. Hit the same frequencies, understand each other, been through thick and thin; and still standing by each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older each day, I came to realise that the task to find the other half is like 海底捞针. Billions of people, millions of characters, thousands of ups and downs, a few hundred months;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there he/she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, looking at you; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll softly whisper to his/her ears,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Thank God I've found you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7164986649720366133?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7164986649720366133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7164986649720366133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7164986649720366133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7164986649720366133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/15th-april-2011-wedding-shoot.html' title='15th April 2011- Wedding shoot'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_5Vwr6sNQw/TbHS61JCESI/AAAAAAAAEPw/L9XGSbi3B7c/s72-c/DSC03356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2117337915641944340</id><published>2011-04-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:46:47.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura @ JP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1bMdh4MiQE/TbHZjEVcQwI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/u5pucIFgBYY/s1600/DSC03371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1bMdh4MiQE/TbHZjEVcQwI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/u5pucIFgBYY/s400/DSC03371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598495008280560386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it was an evening to meet up with Jade and Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two girls are love. Initially I felt awkward talking to Jade 'cos she's a well-known awkward penguin! haha! but yeah, the strong friendship bond is still there, not any lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is getting slimmer, Jade is, Nadia convincing us that she's getting her abs soon (though it's more like a fraud).. But here I am, eating cup noodles as supper every night. Ohmygaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nadia said we should head to Sakura (Thai,Chinese, Halal food) for dinner. And I thought it sounds good. But in the end, I realised I hopped onto the pirate ship. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was the Sakura restaurant at Fareast Shopping Centre. FML @JYpoppy @RbeccaP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2117337915641944340?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2117337915641944340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2117337915641944340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2117337915641944340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2117337915641944340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/sakura-jp.html' title='Sakura @ JP'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1bMdh4MiQE/TbHZjEVcQwI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/u5pucIFgBYY/s72-c/DSC03371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3147190498033137354</id><published>2011-04-14T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:43:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world outside is so big and adventurous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can choose to live life to the fullest by aiming for the highest, speeding on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lambo&lt;/span&gt;, flying on a G6, placing bets at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, waking up in the presidential suite, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can choose to live life being down-to-earth, indulge in economical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; (can't remember) rice store aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Png&lt;/span&gt;, doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;repetitious&lt;/span&gt;  works everyday, roaming around the neighbourhood and living in your own bubbles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, I belong to the former type. I like to try everything and anything. I'm ambitious, I'm never contented with simple life and I aspire to be some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SHOT&lt;/span&gt; in future. But most of the time, these types of people are often the lonliest people in the world. They take helicopter views and overlook the nitty-gritty details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am always having an identity crisis here and there in life. I don't know what I want, and I can't figure it out until the answers are pretty obvious. By then, I don't know how many people I'd overlooked, and perhaps.. hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm more like a.. person who is fated to be alone. I don't like to wait, I don't like to loiter, and I don't like to care about others' feelings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I concluded, it's better if I was to be a solo player in this game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3147190498033137354?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3147190498033137354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3147190498033137354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3147190498033137354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3147190498033137354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7920461643459451274</id><published>2011-04-10T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:05:50.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And my new toy came knocking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on my door two days back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good, perfectly wrapped in layers of bubbles wraps and the seller was meticulous enough to layer them properly. A downside could be a crack on one of the sections, but all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-E-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-O&lt;/span&gt;! I was so excited to try those colours the moment they were laid on my hands. Those colours made me happy, happy, happy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to a certain extend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS2TWqMiNOg/TaGGeP5_LXI/AAAAAAAAEPc/5GiXjV9Evls/s1600/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS2TWqMiNOg/TaGGeP5_LXI/AAAAAAAAEPc/5GiXjV9Evls/s400/DSC03203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593900066394811762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I got these colourful tiny spongy brushes from DAISO at $2!&lt;br /&gt;But actually one for $0.20 is quite expensive. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colours &lt;/span&gt;are what I need in life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still not sure of what babytoy I am talking about here?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's not a dSLR. Out-dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not a new phone. I have one I'm happy with already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65432345 colours eyeshadow palette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After contemplating between 72, 88, 120, 180...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY SETTLE FOR ANY LESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z_VrJyka9A/TaGGd4Y4aDI/AAAAAAAAEPU/nz_d2WmRTVU/s1600/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z_VrJyka9A/TaGGd4Y4aDI/AAAAAAAAEPU/nz_d2WmRTVU/s400/DSC03252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593900060081940530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the colorful transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here comes my 2 virgin tries on this awesome baby.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pILAVsHy9Ck/TaGGdXndQPI/AAAAAAAAEPE/QOVeEF_JCHs/s1600/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pILAVsHy9Ck/TaGGdXndQPI/AAAAAAAAEPE/QOVeEF_JCHs/s400/DSC03257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593900051284705522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was an Arabian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK5JbHtHI6s/TaGGdKrUG0I/AAAAAAAAEO8/N6rxtUqvnf0/s1600/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK5JbHtHI6s/TaGGdKrUG0I/AAAAAAAAEO8/N6rxtUqvnf0/s400/DSC03317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593900047811222338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went all gay and be one of the hippies.&lt;br /&gt;This would probably be the makeup imma do when I get my VW beetle.&lt;br /&gt;PEACEOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they look fine, not to be professional. But just fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More to come in future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7920461643459451274?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7920461643459451274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7920461643459451274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7920461643459451274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7920461643459451274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-toy.html' title='New toy.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pS2TWqMiNOg/TaGGeP5_LXI/AAAAAAAAEPc/5GiXjV9Evls/s72-c/DSC03203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3967490622764144813</id><published>2011-04-08T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:42:23.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Just squeezed out a slot for today to reply a quotation query.&lt;br /&gt;For those following me on Twitter (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@Jojotsh&lt;/span&gt;), you'd probably know there are several deals coming on through my online portfolio. Currently, there's a iphone apps company requesting for my quotations and I'd just sent it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but hotmail seems to be rather screwed up recently. It lags badly and there are errors here and there. Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a short update for this post. I'll do a better one on the next entry!&lt;br /&gt;'cos my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; had arrived this afternoon! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3967490622764144813?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3967490622764144813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3967490622764144813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3967490622764144813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3967490622764144813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2634468906005919425</id><published>2011-04-08T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:13:34.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.fotothing.com/photos/638/6388670518aaf0c67264e99c19237c07.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="width: 280px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1FDQydLZFQ/TTFv6svypXI/AAAAAAAAATI/YFv7Spo4QfI/s1600/To_study_by_alma_lunar_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2634468906005919425?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2634468906005919425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2634468906005919425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2634468906005919425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2634468906005919425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/decisions.html' title='Decisions.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m1FDQydLZFQ/TTFv6svypXI/AAAAAAAAATI/YFv7Spo4QfI/s72-c/To_study_by_alma_lunar_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-4751650469953454817</id><published>2011-04-06T16:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:50:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K Session with the Hogs.</title><content type='html'>Bottled up emotions were sung out at the top of our lungs last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Damn shiokkkkkkk, like a G6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't forget how shocked SML was when she heard her echoes right infront of McDonalds' entrance at Shaw. We all tried it, and it's creeeeeepy! Somehow, you'll feel like you were standing in a really small enclosed third dimension. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try, just right infront of the McDonalds, nearer to the left of the entrance. Just stand under the ceilings with corners. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And speakkkkkk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sends a chill down your spine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU2NyocGREQ/TZwq0AAoY8I/AAAAAAAAEO0/mJKw2zHGdlw/s1600/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU2NyocGREQ/TZwq0AAoY8I/AAAAAAAAEO0/mJKw2zHGdlw/s400/DSC03145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592391910131524546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Rebecca's new nail polish colour which she flaunted to me during the ride to Shaw.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the colour closely relates to evil satanic version of Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, her fingernails are so friggin' tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogGTY3F4cIg/TZwqz1rYd9I/AAAAAAAAEOs/LzESjYTQBEM/s1600/DSC03118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogGTY3F4cIg/TZwqz1rYd9I/AAAAAAAAEOs/LzESjYTQBEM/s400/DSC03118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592391907358046162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cola reminds me of L4d2 :O&lt;br /&gt;I secretly kept quiet because I don't want SML to be screaming for L4d2 cravings again!&lt;br /&gt;shhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfHtFpBwsLU/TZwqzQHBh3I/AAAAAAAAEOk/RCKkDFNv0kk/s1600/DSC03123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DfHtFpBwsLU/TZwqzQHBh3I/AAAAAAAAEOk/RCKkDFNv0kk/s400/DSC03123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592391897273436018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Djh4VbLiMG0/TZwqzNihh9I/AAAAAAAAEOc/bKcCRWd_Z0Y/s1600/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Djh4VbLiMG0/TZwqzNihh9I/AAAAAAAAEOc/bKcCRWd_Z0Y/s400/DSC03128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592391896583473106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJx4HfvqlM/TZwpodwnIPI/AAAAAAAAEOM/m9d516rPOrI/s1600/DSC03170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aJx4HfvqlM/TZwpodwnIPI/AAAAAAAAEOM/m9d516rPOrI/s400/DSC03170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592390612447338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP8FEpZ-3F4/TZwqy_52XSI/AAAAAAAAEOU/AWRggL5Gflo/s1600/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fP8FEpZ-3F4/TZwqy_52XSI/AAAAAAAAEOU/AWRggL5Gflo/s400/DSC03154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592391892923211042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And realised my cheeks are getting rounder each day.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks 'ol cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shocking thing happened when we were at the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate much because it should be highly confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YH-vITtxb8/TZwou7JtJDI/AAAAAAAAENM/x-TS_2Vd3Bo/s1600/DSC03196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0YH-vITtxb8/TZwou7JtJDI/AAAAAAAAENM/x-TS_2Vd3Bo/s400/DSC03196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592389623904805938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: The Hogs going to Hog's. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*oink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9cvx_BKgEfs/TZwpoOZUexI/AAAAAAAAEOE/KYmkdwOgMds/s1600/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9cvx_BKgEfs/TZwpoOZUexI/AAAAAAAAEOE/KYmkdwOgMds/s400/DSC03180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592390608323115794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's SML for you; ever-ready for a snap.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2P5Eq7C0Akc/TZwpnwhWccI/AAAAAAAAEN8/GSFoVBL-q3Y/s1600/DSC03188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2P5Eq7C0Akc/TZwpnwhWccI/AAAAAAAAEN8/GSFoVBL-q3Y/s400/DSC03188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592390600303735234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;She always avoid camera. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAuH4ZZuE9w/TZwpnldfEMI/AAAAAAAAEN0/IXm709i1oKg/s1600/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAuH4ZZuE9w/TZwpnldfEMI/AAAAAAAAEN0/IXm709i1oKg/s400/DSC03189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592390597334732994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was capturing angles for SML, I thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uglifying&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;They bursted into laughter after looking at this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK1PETbVosY/TZwpnibey7I/AAAAAAAAENs/FsGPxAylchI/s1600/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK1PETbVosY/TZwpnibey7I/AAAAAAAAENs/FsGPxAylchI/s400/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592390596521020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RBC attempted to do one for TKY.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like a black woman here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thick lips*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FweM6Klzam0/TZwovsrNhPI/AAAAAAAAENk/eO_-lTkBCPU/s1600/DSC03193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FweM6Klzam0/TZwovsrNhPI/AAAAAAAAENk/eO_-lTkBCPU/s400/DSC03193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592389637198677234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd a bob for a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-HM0enhlPk/TZwovERNkJI/AAAAAAAAENc/dY2gxGBx1to/s1600/DSC03194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-HM0enhlPk/TZwovERNkJI/AAAAAAAAENc/dY2gxGBx1to/s400/DSC03194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592389626352210066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiHsPottWqg/TZwou6q8_DI/AAAAAAAAENU/_1AOR-l4RWo/s1600/DSC03195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiHsPottWqg/TZwou6q8_DI/AAAAAAAAENU/_1AOR-l4RWo/s400/DSC03195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592389623775820850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41v5b9tv99Q/TZwouuN1tNI/AAAAAAAAENE/H-xXd0ELwEM/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41v5b9tv99Q/TZwouuN1tNI/AAAAAAAAENE/H-xXd0ELwEM/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592389620432483538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's partially what we had that evening at Hogs.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the ribeyes were sold out and we had to make do with fishes and pork.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Uber sadness.&lt;br /&gt;My tender, juicy medium rare steak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, their mash potatoes have dropped standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the sadness cannot be high enough to cover up the happiness I always have when I'm with my girls. They're one of the best gifts heaven has gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mushy mashy moshy. But yeah, that's true.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-4751650469953454817?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4751650469953454817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=4751650469953454817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4751650469953454817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4751650469953454817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/k-session-with-hogs.html' title='K Session with the Hogs.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tU2NyocGREQ/TZwq0AAoY8I/AAAAAAAAEO0/mJKw2zHGdlw/s72-c/DSC03145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-307710040886262355</id><published>2011-04-05T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:44:03.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat @ Chongpang</title><content type='html'>Have been reminiscing the times back then, when you went for a BBQ steamboat session with a whole bunch of friends after kite-flying at Marina Bay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times when two BBQ steamboat stalls were fighting for their customers, snatching and running up to you as fast as you were in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sightline&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And you saw the news on STOMP! that there were lizards in the soup which made you had imaginary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the stall by the name of 'Chong Pang'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They disappeared into thin air when the construction of Sands started right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where have they been?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The question will be answered at the bottom of this entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UWGvvMikz0/TZr5HPJ3tJI/AAAAAAAAEM8/Q3tVZzJomJQ/s1600/DSC03059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UWGvvMikz0/TZr5HPJ3tJI/AAAAAAAAEM8/Q3tVZzJomJQ/s400/DSC03059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055790056223890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cherie wearing a top with Cherries. Kind of irony, I just realised.&lt;br /&gt;And she hasn't change one bit, still a nice friend. Same watch since Sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she told me the batteries have been the same throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like a WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsMIIdVmBME/TZr5G0Fjq0I/AAAAAAAAEM0/eEr2yZAI2nI/s1600/DSC03063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsMIIdVmBME/TZr5G0Fjq0I/AAAAAAAAEM0/eEr2yZAI2nI/s400/DSC03063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055782790376258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was so strong, it hurt my eyes and my face was tanned within a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was baked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq9cY7aFS3I/TZr5GnM7nLI/AAAAAAAAEMs/ZaLPncPahWA/s1600/DSC03064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sq9cY7aFS3I/TZr5GnM7nLI/AAAAAAAAEMs/ZaLPncPahWA/s400/DSC03064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055779331644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Within minutes, we're at CHONG PANG BBQ STEAMBOAT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hungry to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the food are pretty limited. The crabs were ..weird?&lt;br /&gt;There's limited variety of veggies, the meats were all lumpy and well, lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs are small like 1/2 size of the eggs at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no golden needles mushroom! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the weather that day was brilliant. Like a cosy big hall for friends to hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;We sat right infront of the entrance, and the breeze was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Not warm, just wind. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtkQXA2orx4/TZr5GV6NLkI/AAAAAAAAEMk/K_j3mmpDym0/s1600/DSC03067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtkQXA2orx4/TZr5GV6NLkI/AAAAAAAAEMk/K_j3mmpDym0/s400/DSC03067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055774689701442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherry and Jie Yang. I mean Cherie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Share-Ree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcrrNoOVCAY/TZr4ydRCNUI/AAAAAAAAEMc/atum1BJxKJc/s1600/DSC03068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcrrNoOVCAY/TZr4ydRCNUI/AAAAAAAAEMc/atum1BJxKJc/s400/DSC03068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055433067115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsT4HH3Jq-8/TZr4yO84q5I/AAAAAAAAEMU/oBkWs4XXo9c/s1600/DSC03069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsT4HH3Jq-8/TZr4yO84q5I/AAAAAAAAEMU/oBkWs4XXo9c/s400/DSC03069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055429224508306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Molly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Fake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a funny dude. Just like a buddy to me!&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop making fun of him, and he'll be like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Wlau!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt9S830TtCA/TZr4yGH0zfI/AAAAAAAAEMM/9CSSeujvRlA/s1600/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt9S830TtCA/TZr4yGH0zfI/AAAAAAAAEMM/9CSSeujvRlA/s400/DSC03081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055426854473202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo infront of the signboard.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we asked the Aunty to help us take a group shot,&lt;br /&gt;then she told us to take it outside so can advertise their shop. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute Aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIEnq_JvkuQ/TZr4x7Z1W5I/AAAAAAAAEME/T20CAuV4gU4/s1600/DSC03085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIEnq_JvkuQ/TZr4x7Z1W5I/AAAAAAAAEME/T20CAuV4gU4/s400/DSC03085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055423977216914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how pretentious Cherie can be! When taking photos,&lt;br /&gt;she ALWAYS try to look elsewhere and take candid shots. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Funny to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etdH-nZJ0G4/TZr4xp1GdRI/AAAAAAAAEL8/lyJcWOvZn94/s1600/DSC03096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etdH-nZJ0G4/TZr4xp1GdRI/AAAAAAAAEL8/lyJcWOvZn94/s400/DSC03096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592055419259745554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's about all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the wonderful evening, buddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like giving it a try, here's the address!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;address style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;200 Turf Club Road #02-01&lt;br /&gt;Turf City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt;  &lt;address style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tel: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6323 6653 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt; &lt;address style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chongpangbbq.com/"&gt;http://www.chongpangbbq.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt; &lt;address style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Opening Hours: 4pm to Midnight,&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Friday; 12pm to Midnight,&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Sun &amp;amp; Public Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-307710040886262355?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/307710040886262355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=307710040886262355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/307710040886262355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/307710040886262355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/steamboat-chongpang.html' title='Steamboat @ Chongpang'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1UWGvvMikz0/TZr5HPJ3tJI/AAAAAAAAEM8/Q3tVZzJomJQ/s72-c/DSC03059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5836665018724574477</id><published>2011-04-05T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:04:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAY-NAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NBl_cXMwAE/TZr1gVyV5DI/AAAAAAAAEL0/eTEUuupGaM8/s1600/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NBl_cXMwAE/TZr1gVyV5DI/AAAAAAAAEL0/eTEUuupGaM8/s400/DSC03049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592051823286805554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A planned outing with this girl after not meeting for almost months. I'd forgotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;when's&lt;/span&gt; the last time we met before that day. Definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of catching up to do and gossipping like aunties in the market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity I was feeling awful + tired that day, I didn't have the mood to shop or hang out for too long. Plus, there was work the next day. Imagine the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fatigues&lt;/span&gt; one felt. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, she has been my friend since primary 1. And her index no. is always a number after mine. woah, we're friends for more than a decade already!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Naise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-5836665018724574477?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5836665018724574477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5836665018724574477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5836665018724574477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5836665018724574477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/lay-nah.html' title='LAY-NAH.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NBl_cXMwAE/TZr1gVyV5DI/AAAAAAAAEL0/eTEUuupGaM8/s72-c/DSC03049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6370578353571927560</id><published>2011-04-05T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:32:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope it's obvious enough.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how some people can be so proud of themselves, oblivious to the surroundings, and only know how to pick on others' flaws. Even though they're much of a individual with narcissistic personality disorder (NPD), they are supposed to see EVERYTHING about themselves. Yet, they see everything but their ugly sides.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'd say, still living in denial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to feed your curiosity in case you're not smart enough to understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="adam_000934.disease.symptoms" class="section"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A person with narcissistic personality disorder may:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;React to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; criticism with rage&lt;/span&gt;, shame, or humiliation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(imagine the entries filled with rage right after stalking somebody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take advantage of other people to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; achieve his or her own goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(refer to previous entry; taking advantage of vulnerable spot to win the match)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exaggerate&lt;/span&gt; achievements and talents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;('ohhhHhh.. i feel like life is brilliant now!' sort of thing -_-||)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be preoccupied with fantasies of success, power, beauty, intelligence, or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ideal love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it happened to two from the same frequencies, just in the wrong country. -quoted from asdf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; constant attention&lt;/span&gt; and admiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(easy test; refer to own blog/tumblr/whatever to see how many self-shots were posted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh btw, fashion crisis has been with you all along.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Try, harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6370578353571927560?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6370578353571927560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6370578353571927560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6370578353571927560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6370578353571927560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-hope-its-obvious-enough.html' title='I hope it&apos;s obvious enough.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1305689237928312194</id><published>2011-04-05T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T03:03:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not as evil as you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is like a match on the wrestling ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't choose who to challenge.&lt;br /&gt;'Somebody' will plan it for you, and you just have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight it all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some are just random passers-by; some are just attention-seekers trying to create trouble when you're in the ring. Yes, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come without invitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Probably unbashfully dancing their way to the wrestling ring with skimpy top and ohmygaddd-jaw-dropping-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;-ididn'tsayanything black curtains....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody whispers*&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! SORRY! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT WAS A SKIRT&lt;/span&gt;?!...my bad.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sometimes bad dressing sense really creeps me out like a weird pose.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many characters to be involved in a match or two ; some are righteous men whom play a fair game, fight with glory and win/lose with pride.&lt;br /&gt;Some are low-life dimwits who play foul as much as they speak like a person with brain but no intelligence. They love to look for opponents' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Achilles&lt;/span&gt;' heels, and hit the bull's-eye by attacking the vulnerable spots, in order to win. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Low-life, you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^-^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1305689237928312194?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1305689237928312194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1305689237928312194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1305689237928312194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1305689237928312194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-not-as-evil-as-you.html' title='I&apos;m not as evil as you.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7890376520711620884</id><published>2011-04-03T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:36:20.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart.</title><content type='html'>I will stop eating like a pig and start my diet regime from Monday, 4/4/11 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;No more fried food, no more soda drinks, no more meals after 9pm, no more suppers, no more McDonalds/KFC/LJS/BK for 3months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall shed that 3kg I gained, together with another 2kg from salt retention on my chubby face, double chin, thunder thighs, flabby arms and watermelon tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you, with a brand new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This I Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7890376520711620884?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7890376520711620884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7890376520711620884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7890376520711620884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7890376520711620884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/restart.html' title='Restart.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2191301555934479694</id><published>2011-04-03T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T03:31:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>哭过就好了; is a lie.</title><content type='html'>I guess I shan't attract attention anymore, posting up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nemo&lt;/span&gt; entries are like rolling out red carpets to welcome haters into my private life. I wish I could find a bottle to tell all my sorrows and worries to, encapsulate it with a cork, throw it into the sea, and let them follow the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rhythmic&lt;/span&gt; waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Bloooooop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I hope I could teleport to somewhere breezy, with the sea and the stars to sing me a lullaby. I do not wish to continue with the teary nights everytime before I sleep, I might develop goldfish eyes if it continued. It has been so long since I smiled to sleep, way too long.. Now, it's like working myself to maximum exhaustion, fall onto the bed and force my eyes to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-viewed the first snapshot together at M.Barrage, couldn't help but think why did we have to meet in the first place, when we aren't fated to be together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just let it go if it's betrayal, unfaithful, flirtatious, third parties issues. But life loves to make things complicated.. If only there's a solution to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the world ends tomorrow, do we want to die with regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2191301555934479694?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2191301555934479694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2191301555934479694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2191301555934479694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2191301555934479694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-lie.html' title='哭过就好了; is a lie.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3447834932231845150</id><published>2011-04-02T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:35:26.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果能在一起</title><content type='html'>How hard is it to fake a brave front when you know you're already collapsing from within?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rate it 10/10. It is..indeed, I believe, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't deny that seeing all the couples on the streets being happy makes me feel like killing myself on the spot, and I am not lying on this. Knowing how blissful couples are having smooth-sailing relationships, makes me feel like I'm not destined to be loved, at all. And I belong to the category of singlehood, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever. &lt;/span&gt;Love songs no longer draw a smile on your face, colours no longer as vibrant as they were, and all you know is, the fact, you're just alone. A lonely soul wandering around the streets aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help feeling this way, really. For the previous days and weeks, I'm trying to stay away from topics related to that, trying to let it go like a mature woman, trying to think positively, trying to focus on my other goals, trying to accept the fact that what happened, had already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's goddamn hard. If only there's a magical elixir to forget everything, I think I wouldn't be living in regrets everyday, like this. If you said running away from problem isn't going to make it disappear, I'd say that's the only way out for me. How can a relationship be blissful when the folks do not agree on it?.. Everything else is just fine, just with acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm really tired of walking alone, not able to tell anybody the things that have been stuck with me for weeks... I'm tired of getting emotional out of a sudden just when I realised somebody important is no longer within my reach. I'm even more tired of smiling and laughing to pretend I'm alright when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm..really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, I have this mini struggle within myself (and myself) to pick up my phone and give you a call. I keep telling me you're just a touch button away, and I'm dying to know how are you. But another side of me is telling me all the consequences I have to bear if I was selfish enough to build my happiness on your long-term sorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'd gone through way too much for me, had been so hard on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're tired of these too, or else you wouldn't choose to let it go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The harsh way.&lt;/span&gt; You would have called me by now if you really wanted to, you would have find me by now if you really wanted to. You would have stop me from losing you by now if you really wanted to. You told me once, that when you really decided to let go of any relationship, you'll think twice/thrice and be firm on your stand and not turn back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, perhaps, you might be happier if you're with another girl. I'd already seen a few that you have been talking to, you seem to click with them well, and seem happy whenever they're involved. I see an exceptional potential of you with the G girl. She's pretty, she's cute, she's everything better than me. 我想她的確是更適合你的女子,我太不夠溫柔優雅成熟懂事&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I guess I'll be fine just being a lone. I believe I'm stronger than I believe...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[I should kill the thought of giving you a call/text... Your happiness is my priority]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3447834932231845150?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3447834932231845150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3447834932231845150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3447834932231845150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3447834932231845150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='如果能在一起'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5311091017186224038</id><published>2011-03-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:34:39.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'd gained 3KG!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Insert horror music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all haters, this could be one of the greatest news you'd seen in this blog for the year.&lt;br /&gt;For people who are concern, this probably be the starter of a conversation to find out and ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHY YOU EAT SO MUCH?!?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know actually, I used to have such a small appetite, I thought my stomache was like non-existent. Until recently, I've been munching on suppers on consecutive nights &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(READ: McDonalds, Instant Noodles, Toasts, Bee Hoon, Ice cream, etc)&lt;/span&gt; and I only feel satisfied and willing to go to bed after I consumed at least something like a full meal. :O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.drive.com.au/drive_images/Editorial/2008/02/13/pregnant_m_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not prego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I'd love to have spaghetti with prego carbonara sauce &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;. Actually I'm craving for Katong Laksa, Fried Hokkien Mee (thanks to Lana), Oyster Omelette with lots of oysters, Nasi Lemak, Mee Hoon Kueh and char kuey tiao&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;chicken pie, Koi Milk Tea, Timbre's Pizza, Clam Chowder Soup....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nom nom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat much for a meal, but I eat many seperate meals, like after 3-4hours of a heavy meal, I feel hungry already. Today the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Har Gao at MBS was great&lt;/span&gt;, and the cream puff with chocolate spread on top of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lunch and teabreak are the only motivation for me to go to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting fatter, and I have yet to start my diet regime. I know right! I have been saying about jogging since God knows when! Okay, prolly next week I'll start. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to look like a ball rolling around the area during my Sister's big day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think I know why I am such a big-eater recently. Have you heard that when you're bored, stress, or sad, you just feel like eating and munching to get rid of the awful feeling? Okay, to this point, I think I am sure of what's the reason behind it already. But nope, I'm not going to tell you. It's too loserish. Ha! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything but me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Just a few old memories, going way back in time.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you, your eyes were cold and unloving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'till we meet again, and let the love blossom like beautiful flowers..&lt;br /&gt;Just quando, quando, quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-5311091017186224038?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5311091017186224038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5311091017186224038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5311091017186224038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5311091017186224038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/weight-management.html' title='Weight Management'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2078769520420914050</id><published>2011-03-28T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:56:41.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants Vs Zombies</title><content type='html'>I wish there's no Tuesday and Wednesday for this week. So I wouldn't have to make my appearance to the BioPharma Asia 2011. I have been already dreading it since last week, and the feeling was gross. Not because of the hugeass exhibition hall that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could be, should be, would be&lt;/span&gt; my future wedding venue, but the fact that many unknown characters would be there asking random questions plucked off from the air, making me feel so queasy because I am not supposed to be there to answer THEIR questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 340px;" src="http://descriptionofjobs.com/images/job__description_for_receptionist.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a receptionist. -_-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously was a exhibition-cum-conference event at Raffles Convention Centre. I need to rant so much about a snobbish  croaked-nose-floral-skirt character. I can't describe how IT looks like, but the closest image I could find should be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 277px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_179/118823361353U8s2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, nobody should know who IT was. If you do, you might be silenced. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Bewareeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heng ar! At least I won't be meeting this creature again, hopefully.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;.. or similar creatures of the same species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be a better place without these snobs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Replace them with plants and flowers, it might make more sense then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 317px;" src="http://cdn.vgrevolution.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Plants-vs-Zombies.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe this game was invented with a hidden agenda. Plants represent nice people, and zombies are gross creatures. One fine day, the plants will conquer all the zombies. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shall stand firm on this belief; that the world is still a wonderful place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope time flies for tomorrow and wednesday, seriously. And from then on, I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop taking orders&lt;/span&gt; from events companies and focus on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'ME, MYSELF AND I' quality time&lt;/span&gt;. Who knows, I might be accepted in some universities and I'll have to slog my guts out all the way for 3-4years. Gross to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just to show off, many companies (including NUS extension) have been asking for my graphic designs' quotations. For those who aren't aware yet, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a full-time slacker&lt;/span&gt; after I'd graduated okay! I'm an efficient and hardworking freelance graphic designer. That makes me not just a typical event coordinator/graduand, but with a license to creative industry. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Automatically, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;definitely a rank higher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;than those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*, and they might need to run faster to catch up with me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or risk falling with bruised knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I sounded really annoying in the above paragraph, but this cannot be compared to the stunts by imitators trying to hitch a ride on your G6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I'm thinking of giving up 88 and getting a 120. ;) Nobody knows what's that. Once I'd gotten it from somewhere, I'll let you guys know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2078769520420914050?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2078769520420914050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2078769520420914050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2078769520420914050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2078769520420914050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/plants-vs-zombies.html' title='Plants Vs Zombies'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8127827272166063895</id><published>2011-03-28T02:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:18:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom has been ticking me off since the day I graduated from SP; the laziness. She's so displeased with my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; slacking attitude and lazy behavior since day one.&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people asked me what I had been doing since my exam ended, oh well, I have been doing a lot of things, but most of them aren't constructive at all. Heez &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*inserts embarrassed face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I managed to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; clear my BBDC nightmares &lt;/span&gt;and get myself a license to drive.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got class like a '57 Cadillac Got all the drive but a whole lot of boom in the back.~&lt;/span&gt; K lah, I need to practice more on my parking. I'm still a noob driver, but well.. since the card licence is coming to mama soon, everything else can be taken at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sloweerrrr pace.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been religiously training on my Blackshot skill. Hey, don't think that it's just 'another game'. Every game has their own strategies you need to master. It takes 1 hour for a person to learn the gaming rules, but an entire month or more to master to skill of each game. So I respect all gamers, but they need to learn to balance the time spent virtually and in real life though. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eajWIUFToo8/TY-JqJYBa2I/AAAAAAAAELk/84hy51ZD2oo/s1600/ScreenShot0306195350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eajWIUFToo8/TY-JqJYBa2I/AAAAAAAAELk/84hy51ZD2oo/s400/ScreenShot0306195350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588837019754261346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main character is momoberry, like expected right. Haha! And I'd created a new character out of boredom, just because I wanted my character to be a little tanned than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7G29Wl03sE/TY-Jpslb_lI/AAAAAAAAELc/dB78cGA7qGY/s1600/ScreenShot0327015703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7G29Wl03sE/TY-Jpslb_lI/AAAAAAAAELc/dB78cGA7qGY/s400/ScreenShot0327015703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588837012025900626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you've got McSPlCY, a tanned russian MVP for a round. Okay, I love McSPICY but the name isn't too nice as I initially thought. Perhaps I'm scraping her off and creating a new one soon.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If life can restart just as easy like that. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thing to share with you guys, my sister has been saying I'm like a boy. Playing such games, going to LAN shop and bla bla bla.. I thought I was a boy initially too! Some of the typical girly-stuff is really annoying to me, I like to shop best when I have something in mind, I don't do high-tea, I don't wear dresses/skirts  and I don't care about my makeup smudging or looking untidy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Another round of identity crisis]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kay, I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. I should be more girly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd received another job as a freelance graphic designer for several projects. Details are yet to be confirmed as all related information are still pending. Hopes my brain + creativity juice would work at their best. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My point is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's no main point in this entry&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8127827272166063895?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8127827272166063895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8127827272166063895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8127827272166063895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8127827272166063895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-decide.html' title='You decide.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eajWIUFToo8/TY-JqJYBa2I/AAAAAAAAELk/84hy51ZD2oo/s72-c/ScreenShot0306195350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8365777398466489333</id><published>2011-03-27T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:40:44.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online shopping</title><content type='html'>Why is it that online shopping is so tempting? The items that you set your eyes on is just a click away. Like, "Confirm Order" and it'll be at your doorstep after a week or two. The amount in the bank is depleting but the thrill of ordering and receiving parcels are worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day when you're awake by the postman ringing the doorbell, and he hands you a goddamn parcel that looks so pretty, like a treasure chest. The feeling will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like a shiok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd made two payments within 3hours. Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8365777398466489333?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8365777398466489333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8365777398466489333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8365777398466489333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8365777398466489333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/online-shopping.html' title='Online shopping'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8818668900238569116</id><published>2011-03-26T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T02:46:28.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Smile today :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHKorDj6MtU/TYzi7eHjtWI/AAAAAAAAELU/KWXw2nR15lA/s1600/tumblr_lgwxt3g40X1qbjt25o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 566px; height: 424px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHKorDj6MtU/TYzi7eHjtWI/AAAAAAAAELU/KWXw2nR15lA/s400/tumblr_lgwxt3g40X1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588090748984866146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8818668900238569116?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8818668900238569116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8818668900238569116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8818668900238569116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8818668900238569116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-smile-today.html' title='Take a Smile today :)'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHKorDj6MtU/TYzi7eHjtWI/AAAAAAAAELU/KWXw2nR15lA/s72-c/tumblr_lgwxt3g40X1qbjt25o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1069233680747029892</id><published>2011-03-26T01:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T02:44:31.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legendary 6/9 Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're a friend of mine in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, you'd probably seen these photos in the news feed. Pardon me, I didn't mean to flood your news feed with my face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I created an album. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just... can't be helped! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k58ngtVf3fE/TYzXAkJs2TI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/c_l0oDhvUe0/s1600/DSC02985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k58ngtVf3fE/TYzXAkJs2TI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/c_l0oDhvUe0/s400/DSC02985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077642364279090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjmSjHiKVqo/TYzXBNzg6gI/AAAAAAAAEKM/Qzgcg0gvdNE/s1600/DSC02999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjmSjHiKVqo/TYzXBNzg6gI/AAAAAAAAEKM/Qzgcg0gvdNE/s400/DSC02999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077653545511426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like how the full moon wants to be full, you can't stop it from happening. And it happened on the day of Legendary Outing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moon was super awesome and beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...And I know we stil share the same moon and that makes me feel better..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd probably know about this Legendary Class Gathering.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us haven't met for more than 5years &lt;/span&gt;and some of us morphed into other faces we couldn't recognise or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;famliarize&lt;/span&gt; at all. Amazing eh, like how they become slimmer, taller, fitter, cuter, blah blah.. I guess I have been the same through out the 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made me happy, I'll show you a collection of my photos arranged in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chronological  &lt;/span&gt;order. I think I was at my ugliest phase when I was ...primary 4-5. I was in TAF Club. They used to taunt me with this, "Fatty Boom Boom is coming" sentence whenever I walked into the class.. Okay, kidding. Haha! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they told me spell TAF backwards and you'll get FAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gathering was initiated by Peiying's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who didn't make it on that day&lt;/span&gt;) uploads of the primary school photos in FB, and TAGGED ALL OF US. Everyone got so excited, and I suggested an outing. So yup! It was a Marina Barrage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice place, nice weather, nice sky, nice breeze and nice atmosphere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsbA_m3LccE/TYzXA8D4aGI/AAAAAAAAEKE/dYJ4eX-2wBo/s1600/DSC02990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsbA_m3LccE/TYzXA8D4aGI/AAAAAAAAEKE/dYJ4eX-2wBo/s400/DSC02990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077648782321762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do a quick introduction of these people whom I snapped photos of. Some were late, some avoided my cameras, so left with these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfJmHTiissE/TYzVe1EEBNI/AAAAAAAAEI8/5aW4sd1EGr0/s1600/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KfJmHTiissE/TYzVe1EEBNI/AAAAAAAAEI8/5aW4sd1EGr0/s400/DSC02961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588075963276854482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ziyong:&lt;/span&gt; He used to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;self-proclaimed&lt;/span&gt; MVP basketballer and was so tanned back then. Quite popular with the girls beacuase he was a prefect, basketballer, and good in studies. Had a love-hate affair with Valerie, super funny! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpBAYO8UX74/TYzVeiE6cGI/AAAAAAAAEI0/HsVN3ujRAxc/s1600/DSC02960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpBAYO8UX74/TYzVeiE6cGI/AAAAAAAAEI0/HsVN3ujRAxc/s400/DSC02960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588075958180147298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt;: The "Big Sister" in primary school when she transferred over to PPS. Character has been the same since young, loud-spoken, loves to give treats, and well-known by the guys. Oh, she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;getting married&lt;/span&gt; this November, so no more chance for other guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4ylP4bzl0/TYzVfCAnnYI/AAAAAAAAEJE/ab3OiV-3DpI/s1600/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eN4ylP4bzl0/TYzVfCAnnYI/AAAAAAAAEJE/ab3OiV-3DpI/s400/DSC02963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588075966752071042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard&lt;/span&gt;: Used to have a crush on Celestine, but they didn't go together in the end. Quiet dude and used to have a noob hairstyle. Now, he's so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; health-conscious&lt;/span&gt;, he's mad! No fries, no fast-food, no soft drinks. All cereals, subway with chicken breast meat, mineral water all day long. :/ I kept telling him 2012 is coming soon, enjoy life when there's a chance!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinks of KFC, mcdonalds, burger king, LJS.. drooools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDAA3wuPX20/TYzVeWcMWfI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3oCMEb-TLjM/s1600/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDAA3wuPX20/TYzVeWcMWfI/AAAAAAAAEIs/3oCMEb-TLjM/s400/DSC02951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588075955056564722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;: A guy who&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; slimmed &lt;/span&gt;down. Haha! He told me I bullied him in the past, that's why he didn't like to talk to me. But after that gathering, he felt otherwise. Seriously, I'd already forgotten everything that he said had happened. I don't bully people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si7axptLT7w/TYzVfbYgWVI/AAAAAAAAEJM/nzgTZpUzfPA/s1600/DSC02938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Si7axptLT7w/TYzVfbYgWVI/AAAAAAAAEJM/nzgTZpUzfPA/s400/DSC02938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588075973563144530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhaoming:&lt;/span&gt; I relate him to one of the vocalist in Good Charlotte. He has naturally-there eyeliner. I don't know why. But yup, didn't talk to him during primary school that much. He was a quiet guy when he's with girls.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that he talked more when we're all on the way back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PuqPiusi-Q/TYzXBZ1F3-I/AAAAAAAAEKU/_5Vs6WoVY2g/s1600/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PuqPiusi-Q/TYzXBZ1F3-I/AAAAAAAAEKU/_5Vs6WoVY2g/s400/DSC02998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077656773353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddy&lt;/span&gt;: Used to call him Ed, Edd, Eddy. He's SUPER NAGGY, whines like a pregnant woman and complains like a typical Singaporean. Can't believe he's the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; first runner-up&lt;/span&gt; for the Teens Magazine Model Search. oh well! Got to love his height though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3N-yqExqVc/TYzWwuOcaNI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/QjQXaacpVwQ/s1600/DSC02983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3N-yqExqVc/TYzWwuOcaNI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/QjQXaacpVwQ/s400/DSC02983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077370190620882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;: My best friend since primary school. The girls clique with Cherie and Melanie. It was all great. We used to gossip here and there, and now I lessen my gossip juice, she remains the same. Haha! Very cute girl! Never the one to talk about guys she like in primary school when we all had crushes here and there. Now she's attached and I'm left on the shelves. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOKcWQTyGXQ/TYzXRBApW5I/AAAAAAAAEK0/LtsN77tspCA/s1600/DSC03005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOKcWQTyGXQ/TYzXRBApW5I/AAAAAAAAEK0/LtsN77tspCA/s400/DSC03005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077924988836754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;: Ziyong used to call her "Orh Jui" -Black Water because it rhymes with Aud-drey. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXrkzrRXc6g/TYzXBniR05I/AAAAAAAAEKc/RztEEGq0dZM/s1600/DSC03004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXrkzrRXc6g/TYzXBniR05I/AAAAAAAAEKc/RztEEGq0dZM/s400/DSC03004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077660452541330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celestine&lt;/span&gt;: Always love her hair since primary school. Soft and frizzy-less. And she has a naturally brown hair. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLw_VVadO0/TYzWwHXJwaI/AAAAAAAAEJk/3STF3IC4KgE/s1600/DSC02973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLw_VVadO0/TYzWwHXJwaI/AAAAAAAAEJk/3STF3IC4KgE/s400/DSC02973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077359758164386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bakyah&lt;/span&gt;: One of the primary schoolmate I have been contacting until now, she's a nice girl. We used to play neopets, and she tried to hack her sister's account and I was her accomplice. Haha! I think we managed to share a few thousands of neopoints and some rarity 99 items. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57DcnM6zmaw/TYzXgLJWWrI/AAAAAAAAELM/U0lk2wrTBGU/s1600/DSC03021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57DcnM6zmaw/TYzXgLJWWrI/AAAAAAAAELM/U0lk2wrTBGU/s400/DSC03021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588078185407732402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroids are always so pretty, but expensive $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5L8nmn60wk/TYzWvhBf9SI/AAAAAAAAEJU/wERfrDVXbZ0/s1600/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5L8nmn60wk/TYzWvhBf9SI/AAAAAAAAEJU/wERfrDVXbZ0/s400/DSC02945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077349466797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been taking train with more than 10 friends already. :/&lt;br /&gt;I always travel alone and go away alone... haha emo-nemo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnYdSxRWJIU/TYzXQjguXMI/AAAAAAAAEKk/JrIDqmE2wHs/s1600/DSC03009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnYdSxRWJIU/TYzXQjguXMI/AAAAAAAAEKk/JrIDqmE2wHs/s400/DSC03009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588077917070318786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely had an awesome day with these people on that day! The laughter was endless and even though the fact we hadn't meet for years, we seemed to click like within seconds. It's really magical! The day before the event, I thought of backing out since it felt awkward to meet people I didn't talk for so long! But it was a bless that I didn't do that, or else I'd miss out all the fun that we all had that night! Loves them, and hope they'd be more of such outing to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A more organised one that is. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH, before I end this post. I WANT TO RANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About that two idiotic girls and one boy at the M.Barrage. It was a Saturday and everyone was there to fly kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. More than a hundred people, more than 50 kites in the skies. It's unavoidable that strings would entangle together, RIGHT? But this group of dumbshits was getting pissed and used words on us just because of poor kite flew to the wrong direction and the string entangled with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember their faces, only beautiful things are worth the memory space. I was just simply disgusted with their behavior, it's not just one person. 3 of them &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(though the guy didn't show much displease but he was in their group, so auto abit. haha!)&lt;/span&gt; were really typical products from the ugly side of the world because of their unforgiving, narrow-minded and imbecile attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let it go, Joanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memory deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1069233680747029892?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1069233680747029892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1069233680747029892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1069233680747029892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1069233680747029892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/legendary-69-outing.html' title='Legendary 6/9 Outing'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k58ngtVf3fE/TYzXAkJs2TI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/c_l0oDhvUe0/s72-c/DSC02985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-4366859660163077660</id><published>2011-03-21T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:09:22.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed my TP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.matthewmcgrottydrivertraining.co.uk/Images/passplus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY BYE-BYE TO L-PLATE!&lt;br /&gt;SAY BYE-BYE TO BUKIT BATOK DRIVING CENTRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY HI-HI TO AUTO CAR!&lt;br /&gt;SAY HI-HI TO MAJOR ROADS AND EXPRESS WAYS!&lt;br /&gt;SAY HI-HI TO 160KM/H! (... kidding. 70km/h is already fast for me. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, "I'm a step nearer to you, BMW X6."&lt;br /&gt;Say, "I'm two steps nearer to you, Red VW beetle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who felt happy for me to pass my driving test last Friday. The instructors in my group were so happy for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them told me while I was in the practice, "We were all shocked to see your name unsigned for the first time! We all thought you'd passed because you were such a good driver. Must be too nervous right?". I nodded and laughed hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I passed my test, I went to the canteen to find my instructors 'cos I saw them having lunch. The team leader (who I hated on the first lesson with him) congratulated me and told me, "The tester you gotten was the strictest of all. He appeared to be smiling and friendly, but he pinpoints alot of minor mistakes. All the students with high possiblity of passing always failed when they got him for the test.". My jaw dropped and then felt so proud of myself and laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my group instructors were all very friendly and nice, and patient. Imagine teaching all the noobs everyday, repeating same mistakes and can't seem to understand how to control the cars, imagine you'd to face it E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y. Really, they're good. I wish all the best to them, and those annoying ones, just hope they get more annoying students. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm considered very lucky to get this group and because for two times, I had the route 8. The one with changing lane, slopes and right turns. Crazy much. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 527px; height: 360px;" src="http://volkswagennewbeetle.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Red-Volkswagen-Beetle-Convertible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But yeah, I'm now an offically manual driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-4366859660163077660?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4366859660163077660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=4366859660163077660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4366859660163077660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4366859660163077660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/passed-my-tp.html' title='Passed my TP.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3219461019357148015</id><published>2011-03-21T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:53:22.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABE Graduation Night 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A date which thousands of lives in Japan were taken away by the Mother Nature, please have a moment of silence for 1minute and pray for them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And it's the long anticipated Graduation Night for the seniors of ABE. The theme was Glitz and Glamour, so I guess everyone who probably be in mysterious black dresses and suits. It's a waste, I didn't notice any hot guy wearing formal black suits or tuxedo. Too formal, but guys in those (especially when they're tall) formal wear makes me go Awwwwww... Like Elvin Ng. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls went all black that night, with hints of red/silver/nude brown to go with their black dresses. BUT, I was the only one in dirty-gold-cum-bronze dress that I bought online. It was a steal, the quality was so good and it looked expensive. It's bodycon, but I don't feel uncomfortable in it the whole night, so it's a plus point! I'll show you the dress later in this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu5ySY_6mIE/TYcNP8ruE5I/AAAAAAAAEGU/vGupg_8RB-4/s1600/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu5ySY_6mIE/TYcNP8ruE5I/AAAAAAAAEGU/vGupg_8RB-4/s400/DSC02676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448430415090578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unpOPstJqXs/TYcNQJEHMlI/AAAAAAAAEGc/QZyCMn_DkB0/s1600/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unpOPstJqXs/TYcNQJEHMlI/AAAAAAAAEGc/QZyCMn_DkB0/s400/DSC02669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448433738625618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked a room at Hotel Re! because we wanted to have some quality pajamas party as our post-grad night's activity. The room was in hot pink, girly silhouettes plastered on the walls, and glittery bathroom tiles. Perfect for a girl's night IN. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-texaM7VGgEQ/TYcOGOhB2nI/AAAAAAAAEHM/CcU9v1W-d4k/s1600/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-texaM7VGgEQ/TYcOGOhB2nI/AAAAAAAAEHM/CcU9v1W-d4k/s400/DSC02672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449362915023474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the queen-sized bed with bedsheets messed up after 5mins in the room. I know right, we immediately ransacked the whole room when we check-in. Excited much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQDNodIbrHQ/TYcNQYaALvI/AAAAAAAAEGk/RankZ9qHpPs/s1600/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQDNodIbrHQ/TYcNQYaALvI/AAAAAAAAEGk/RankZ9qHpPs/s400/DSC02671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448437856972530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPp2U_5wlqI/TYcOE-pmKvI/AAAAAAAAEGs/rqH-sOz4Td8/s1600/DSC02670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPp2U_5wlqI/TYcOE-pmKvI/AAAAAAAAEGs/rqH-sOz4Td8/s400/DSC02670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449341476121330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random photos of the room, I was too bored because JY wasn't there yet. We had to wait for her before starting to prepare ourselves for the awesome night!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's already March, I wonder if the Quit Smoking sign was implemented there...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM_57TV5wz0/TYcOFGUQ9TI/AAAAAAAAEG0/Fq4wfb6FYiA/s1600/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM_57TV5wz0/TYcOFGUQ9TI/AAAAAAAAEG0/Fq4wfb6FYiA/s400/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449343534134578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was fully equipped with good services provided by us girls! I took charge of their hairstyles for that night (that basically made me the Hairstylist of the Night), and it was my first time doing a short-hair head. Pardon the big black rose on my forehead, it was for SML and my fringe was untidy, so I just pinned it like some aunties. HECK CARE AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hair prom night hairstyle, which was so impromptu and anyhow. This was the aftermath of glamour touch by the hairstylist. Nice or nice? I think it suits her pretty well. You've yet to see her hair before this, liveless and boring.. now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's so glitzy glamourous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWQeN7QQNwU/TYcPkFbyPoI/AAAAAAAAEHU/U9Xue8JDhvA/s1600/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWQeN7QQNwU/TYcPkFbyPoI/AAAAAAAAEHU/U9Xue8JDhvA/s400/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586450975384813186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FE7qJkmCNH8/TYcOF_aj_YI/AAAAAAAAEHE/1fc-3_Hc3sI/s1600/DSC02699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FE7qJkmCNH8/TYcOF_aj_YI/AAAAAAAAEHE/1fc-3_Hc3sI/s400/DSC02699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449358861368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the manicurist (SML) doing a service to our JY. Look at her fingers, so smooth and round. One look, you know she's a rich girl. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vDDAha7-xc/TYcOFmhSQoI/AAAAAAAAEG8/-nRI8-qhi0I/s1600/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vDDAha7-xc/TYcOFmhSQoI/AAAAAAAAEG8/-nRI8-qhi0I/s400/DSC02694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449352178680450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't have much attitudes or put on airs like some spoilt brats. She doesn't mind hugging the rubbish bin close to her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Lap sak jiak, lap sak tuah" &lt;/span&gt;--Dirty eat, dirty grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEKdWarwBfU/TYcPkSoHAUI/AAAAAAAAEHc/5G9KVB28ZTg/s1600/DSC02753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEKdWarwBfU/TYcPkSoHAUI/AAAAAAAAEHc/5G9KVB28ZTg/s400/DSC02753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586450978926166338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said this was the photo that resembles Sex and the city's casts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Left: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miranda Hobbes, Carrie Bradshaw, Samantha Jones and Charlotte York)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXzw5Re-W4o/TYcPlBQPDlI/AAAAAAAAEHs/ZdISIWAQuEw/s1600/DSC02776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXzw5Re-W4o/TYcPlBQPDlI/AAAAAAAAEHs/ZdISIWAQuEw/s400/DSC02776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586450991442497106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the table gift, sticky sweets with "ABE" bla bla bla. Who cares of what was written there, I just want to pop them into my mouth! Whee! We finished up SML's on the first hour in the ballroom. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGmInm4AuNI/TYcNPR8SDSI/AAAAAAAAEGE/da4_qFodetk/s1600/199337_10150103251861404_661451403_6422588_6835464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGmInm4AuNI/TYcNPR8SDSI/AAAAAAAAEGE/da4_qFodetk/s400/199337_10150103251861404_661451403_6422588_6835464_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448418941832482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tLye5zfcWM/TYcPlFxBxdI/AAAAAAAAEH0/gnnTGLHUCk8/s1600/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tLye5zfcWM/TYcPlFxBxdI/AAAAAAAAEH0/gnnTGLHUCk8/s400/DSC02779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586450992653780434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like most of the people in my class won the lucky draws and the andreline rush was so high that I thought I was exploding. The first prize was an iPad, imagine the excitment in the house! Damn, but I wasn't lucky enough to win anything. Instead, I was lucky enough to be one of the contestants for the ABE Prom Queen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righhhhht, I'd rather have the iPad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYOWjAQfYl0/TYcaVYVpJjI/AAAAAAAAEIk/ZgSansSPUNQ/s1600/190092_10150107131188924_626438923_6557542_1522241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYOWjAQfYl0/TYcaVYVpJjI/AAAAAAAAEIk/ZgSansSPUNQ/s400/190092_10150107131188924_626438923_6557542_1522241_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586462817389192754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all told to do a catwalk down the aisle and mesmerize the audience as much as possible. Gosh, that was totally NOT ME. Imagine all the eyes were on you (except for some who were indulging in the cold-and-not-so-yummeh spread of buffet. I remembered nothing but the host saying I have the 'superstar' feel. Um. And the next moment, I was already on the middle of the aisle, waving to people I couldn't see! The spotlight was blinding my visions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the heart pumping so fast made me blind-folded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I won't be seeing most of those people in the next few years... So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HECK AR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QS257KO1dM/TYcSt9KfyGI/AAAAAAAAEIU/q0g7yoYd_is/s1600/DSC02838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QS257KO1dM/TYcSt9KfyGI/AAAAAAAAEIU/q0g7yoYd_is/s400/DSC02838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586454443498391650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner ended with Like a G6 and everyone left the ballroom for more phototaking outside. My class was suddenly so bonded, we went for a drink at CHIJMES thereafter. Nice time with them, and now I'm starting to miss those crazy classmates (even though with some weird personalities and unpleasant moments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUpL7p4LghA/TYcStx8bQjI/AAAAAAAAEIc/7skSGOTt0pg/s1600/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUpL7p4LghA/TYcStx8bQjI/AAAAAAAAEIc/7skSGOTt0pg/s400/DSC02823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586454440486584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's rebecca and me. Nope, I'm not going to post up that photo which I look like C. I'm better than her! haha I'm an ancient greek queen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPQGGnvy3rA/TYcNPUEIaMI/AAAAAAAAEGM/X1dol803MDc/s1600/189274_1632141559765_1123413260_31374076_4365512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPQGGnvy3rA/TYcNPUEIaMI/AAAAAAAAEGM/X1dol803MDc/s400/189274_1632141559765_1123413260_31374076_4365512_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448419511625922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lingfeng fiddling with her newly-won camera from the lucky draw. How lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBRurKoMt0M/TYcSswzfdgI/AAAAAAAAEH8/Sl-yMIonDtw/s1600/DSC02816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBRurKoMt0M/TYcSswzfdgI/AAAAAAAAEH8/Sl-yMIonDtw/s400/DSC02816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586454423000806914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SML trying to lick off the bubble foams on my pint of beer, or rather.. trying to act cute.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like always&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lJvll3Hglw/TYcStjWNvZI/AAAAAAAAEIM/NHeVd0xRkiY/s1600/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lJvll3Hglw/TYcStjWNvZI/AAAAAAAAEIM/NHeVd0xRkiY/s400/DSC02860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586454436568219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned back to the hotel room, the first thing was to think of what to order from McDelivery. They had all the light nuggets, mcwings... no kick! MCSPICY IS DA BOMB! That's what I had. Always have it when I ordered mcdonalds. I know I'm boring, but that's me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viva voom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-w-UNdWpZ0/TYcStX7OpZI/AAAAAAAAEIE/PPwhGb0DR-o/s1600/DSC02852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-w-UNdWpZ0/TYcStX7OpZI/AAAAAAAAEIE/PPwhGb0DR-o/s400/DSC02852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586454433502242194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress and bracelet: F21 (online)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: CK (retail)&lt;br /&gt;Bag: Topshop (retail)&lt;br /&gt;Hairband: Diva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to keep this figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Order McDelivery in alternate nights after 12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VA VA VOOOOOOOOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3219461019357148015?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3219461019357148015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3219461019357148015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3219461019357148015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3219461019357148015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/11-march-2011-date-which-thousands-of.html' title='ABE Graduation Night 2011'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu5ySY_6mIE/TYcNP8ruE5I/AAAAAAAAEGU/vGupg_8RB-4/s72-c/DSC02676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-965714734412444271</id><published>2011-03-15T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:00:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from momoberry</title><content type='html'>I think it's very obvious that I'd changed my blogskin and I've been updating about my previous events for the past 2hours. I know I'm very nice because I feel guilty when I left this blog unattended for so long, leaving those emo-ish entries stranded on the frontpage getting unwanted attention. But I've no choice, I'm a very straightforward person. If I had anything that stuck in my heart, I would want to get them off my chest as soon as possible. Similarly, if I ever had an heated argument with my friends, I'll make sure I'll solve it by the end of the day. I don't like to procrastinate, because I know the friendship will sour if we left it there feeling bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, I'd blogged some stuff to cover up the previous posts. To make this blog looks better and more interesting. To let bloghoppers have some short entertainment by invading into my life. Go ahead, read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO ASK ME QUESTIONS ANONYMOUSLY by typing them in the box on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: ABE Graduation Night 2011, check out this space soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-965714734412444271?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/965714734412444271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=965714734412444271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/965714734412444271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/965714734412444271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/words-from-momoberry.html' title='Words from momoberry'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3436664306669270162</id><published>2011-03-15T02:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:01:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Of School In SP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8_Jc4A-hq4/TX5h6epUgPI/AAAAAAAAEF8/MqqVooxvl5c/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8_Jc4A-hq4/TX5h6epUgPI/AAAAAAAAEF8/MqqVooxvl5c/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584008245272674546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Barcelos for a Chicken Feast to celebrate the joy of freedom, the peace of ending SP life with our last paper in DEPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how this magical thing works, but however early you woke up in the morning to study for the last paper, however tired you were because you stayed up late the night before, you'll eventually become energetic right after you handed up the answer booklet to the invigilator. I'd tried it, it's always like that. So it proved one thing, emotions/feelings are all pretended, all fake, and it's affected by psychological factors. It's what we want to make our brain think, so that it could transmit the messages to the other parts of the body. Like laziness, you're not tired at all. But because you're lazy, you keep telling yourself that and your brain sent the waves to the eyes telling it to close, and the non-stop yawning, restless limbs and once everything is settled, the brain shuts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure if you understand what I'm trying to say. But yeah, I'm blabbering nonsense when I'm high. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lack of sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3436664306669270162?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3436664306669270162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3436664306669270162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3436664306669270162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3436664306669270162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-day-of-school-in-sp.html' title='Last Day Of School In SP'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8_Jc4A-hq4/TX5h6epUgPI/AAAAAAAAEF8/MqqVooxvl5c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2338325140300418270</id><published>2011-03-15T02:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:29:18.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Reunion II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 February 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Part TWO of our Chinese New Year Reunion Dinner. I know we have been reuniting for many times already, but nothing is considered 'too many' when you're doing fun things with your awesome friends; especially with awesome me. We had enough of chinese food, the mess we created at Rebecca's house, the fatigue and the troublesomeness. So the girls decided to have a quick and easy italian dish -Pork Lasagne. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIX1tYoSk0/TX5atbw5WnI/AAAAAAAAEE8/S8d4ztC7TcA/s1600/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIX1tYoSk0/TX5atbw5WnI/AAAAAAAAEE8/S8d4ztC7TcA/s400/DSC02342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584000324579449458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware of what they intended to cook initially. I was out for a self-proclaimed Thai cuisine and ran some errands while the girls went to get the ingredients. Oh well, I'll never return to that shophouse thai restaurant again, for 2 reasons. Firstly, the standard is way belooow, and secondly; it's personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too hardworking, once we stepped into Jiayi's house, we went straight to the kitchen and started to prepare the ingredients. Chopping the garlics, onions, tomatoes, etc. Frying them, boiling the sauce, bla bla bla.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyJ7zg50QNA/TX5atzL742I/AAAAAAAAEFU/Fbg6nhY0cOo/s1600/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyJ7zg50QNA/TX5atzL742I/AAAAAAAAEFU/Fbg6nhY0cOo/s400/DSC02355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584000330866877282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oo8D9fQ8PRw/TX5attM_TlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Ui8997sLxR8/s1600/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oo8D9fQ8PRw/TX5attM_TlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Ui8997sLxR8/s400/DSC02348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584000329260682834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to train those flabby arms already, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXHFNXPNWQ/TX5auLkoBsI/AAAAAAAAEFc/mg17o_K6N-M/s1600/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hXHFNXPNWQ/TX5auLkoBsI/AAAAAAAAEFc/mg17o_K6N-M/s400/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584000337412884162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lasagnes which hadn't been baked yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5A3EWivpkI/TX5c0gkl61I/AAAAAAAAEFs/KXY9vKGBM_8/s1600/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5A3EWivpkI/TX5c0gkl61I/AAAAAAAAEFs/KXY9vKGBM_8/s400/DSC02372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584002645152361298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off they went into the sunny little singapore weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YR3HTlEdAY/TX5c0TIyh5I/AAAAAAAAEFk/z9ityhlKgyA/s1600/DSC02390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YR3HTlEdAY/TX5c0TIyh5I/AAAAAAAAEFk/z9ityhlKgyA/s400/DSC02390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584002641546086290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 98px; height: 84px;" src="http://images.casmira.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rdc4TQoKCncAAFM6XtE1/chopstickfeat.gif?et=Y0S3MiUd2iSeDMQvRgjH5Q" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 95px; height: 81px;" src="http://images.casmira.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rdc4TQoKCncAAFM6XtE1/chopstickfeat.gif?et=Y0S3MiUd2iSeDMQvRgjH5Q" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 98px; height: 85px;" src="http://images.casmira.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rdc4TQoKCncAAFM6XtE1/chopstickfeat.gif?et=Y0S3MiUd2iSeDMQvRgjH5Q" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 chopsticks for this Lasagne thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S: I realised there isn't any decent photos of the lady boss (JYpoppy) because she rejected my camera that day. So, too bad to those who are waiting for admire her photos a.k.a. her fans. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/37688130-2338325140300418270?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2338325140300418270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2338325140300418270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2338325140300418270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2338325140300418270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/chinese-new-year-reunion-ii.html' title='Chinese New Year Reunion II'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIX1tYoSk0/TX5atbw5WnI/AAAAAAAAEE8/S8d4ztC7TcA/s72-c/DSC02342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1385625244339431468</id><published>2011-03-14T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:02:06.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Reunion I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;10 February 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; was so dull and bland this year, until the sight of red packets came rolling into my bag. Besides that, we often associate this festive with sumptuous meal together with your loved ones. Most of the time it's often 'Steamboat' that we had, because it's an auspicious way to symbolise the entire family surrounding the dining table, as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So us girls decided to gather at Rebecca's crib for a small celebration and gather together before we started mugging for the final lap. Discussions took place for more than a thousand times and we shifted our stand. Instead of doing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' and boring steamboat, we decided to take on the challenge of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BEING A CHEF/HOUSEWIFE FOR THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable, I know. The girls who always look so demure, so dainty yet so lazy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Okay, maybe we only belong to the latter adjective. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;, are able to whip up dishes like a typical housewife. So yup, each of us was to personally cook a dish for our dinner, each dish should not exceed $10/-. That's the only criteria, the rest are up to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SqLgPkJ7Jl0/TX5Ukxc1_9I/AAAAAAAAEEk/ozHNdB9LqEM/s1600/DSC02287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SqLgPkJ7Jl0/TX5Ukxc1_9I/AAAAAAAAEEk/ozHNdB9LqEM/s400/DSC02287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583993578712334290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drumlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cereal Prawns&lt;br /&gt;Deep-fried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;popiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sour &amp;amp; Sweet Pork&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fried Baby Kai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomyum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; seafood soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will leave it to you to guess who cooked what and how it tasted. Perhaps if I feel happy by the end of this post, the secrets might be revealed! READ ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't wrong about the date/time, we courageously did this on a brilliant Thursday, when there's still class on Friday. How awesome! Afternoon class ended slightly early, we had some time to spare so we went to have a quick lunch and headed to Northeast of Singapore without Jiayi. Bought all the neccessary ingredients and brought it back to Rebecca's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3rdQ7fuai4/TX5KFdiz94I/AAAAAAAAEC0/2OAwb7EHZkw/s1600/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3rdQ7fuai4/TX5KFdiz94I/AAAAAAAAEC0/2OAwb7EHZkw/s400/DSC02186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583982045676435330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRcWB1MZevY/TX5KFOay7ZI/AAAAAAAAECs/LiejFeIFLyk/s1600/DSC02185.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRcWB1MZevY/TX5KFOay7ZI/AAAAAAAAECs/LiejFeIFLyk/s400/DSC02185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583982041616280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to clean and wash these seafood? 'Cos I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGcIPzVilMs/TX5KFkw0i3I/AAAAAAAAEC8/C45M2ilhIVw/s1600/DSC02193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGcIPzVilMs/TX5KFkw0i3I/AAAAAAAAEC8/C45M2ilhIVw/s400/DSC02193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583982047614241650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kasv7bnWI5g/TX5KFF6Lx1I/AAAAAAAAECk/FOKLtj_lnvY/s1600/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 426px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kasv7bnWI5g/TX5KFF6Lx1I/AAAAAAAAECk/FOKLtj_lnvY/s400/DSC02180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583982039332013906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIaHy-QjmWY/TX5KF2k_5nI/AAAAAAAAEDE/1OttZW_MFZA/s1600/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WIaHy-QjmWY/TX5KF2k_5nI/AAAAAAAAEDE/1OttZW_MFZA/s400/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583982052396492402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the top Meiling was wearing has the colour scheme of Fairprice logo.Um. Talk about getting a new spokesperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4jUeHQTs2I/TX5OW1vT_sI/AAAAAAAAEDM/ffDgAUaFq9s/s1600/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4jUeHQTs2I/TX5OW1vT_sI/AAAAAAAAEDM/ffDgAUaFq9s/s400/DSC02200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583986742275604162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah la, by all means say we're like maids buying grocceries from markets, or housewives aka yellow-face-women doing household chores. But at least we are the ones that go to Fairprice instead of wet market, takes a cab instead of dragging out feet back home. Er.. actually, I'd much prefer going to wet markets and walking back home when the weather is breezy and nice. I love going to wet markets with my mom early in the morning. (Although I'd look grumpy 'cos I just woke up. heez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8I1vN2Geaw/TX5PMrf81-I/AAAAAAAAED0/5hraMskHeJ4/s1600/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i8I1vN2Geaw/TX5PMrf81-I/AAAAAAAAED0/5hraMskHeJ4/s400/DSC02258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987667239753698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the challenge started once this Jiayi reached Rebecca's house and we took turn to kick some arses. Put on our imaginary chef hats and aprons, turned on the stove and sizzling sizzling sizzling. Every dish requires many steps, so we sort of screwed up at some point in time, and we managed to stand up from where we fell. It's all that matters, right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cff_HBrfV8/TX5OXuB7M6I/AAAAAAAAEDs/N8MBW9Rf1zM/s1600/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cff_HBrfV8/TX5OXuB7M6I/AAAAAAAAEDs/N8MBW9Rf1zM/s400/DSC02252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583986757386056610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the others were busy working, there's always one slacker trying to hide at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ppWOiTizj4/TX5OXRatLXI/AAAAAAAAEDk/zK5R4-VYNWI/s1600/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ppWOiTizj4/TX5OXRatLXI/AAAAAAAAEDk/zK5R4-VYNWI/s400/DSC02250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583986749705366898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me, with a basin of shredded cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTzkgc1moik/TX5OXBLafXI/AAAAAAAAEDc/KV7LaL0JHhs/s1600/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTzkgc1moik/TX5OXBLafXI/AAAAAAAAEDc/KV7LaL0JHhs/s400/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583986745346260338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baker cooking instead of baking. Naisee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yztAjtq4VWA/TX5OW2uqrnI/AAAAAAAAEDU/IxkYgESo8Ww/s1600/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yztAjtq4VWA/TX5OW2uqrnI/AAAAAAAAEDU/IxkYgESo8Ww/s400/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583986742541332082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER underestimate this bottle of Mami sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Here's the secret revealed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBtGm7K0Pzw/TX5PNqqUaGI/AAAAAAAAEEU/37x4WYgTV9k/s1600/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBtGm7K0Pzw/TX5PNqqUaGI/AAAAAAAAEEU/37x4WYgTV9k/s400/DSC02281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987684194674786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deep-fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;popiah&lt;/span&gt;: JIAYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74eXHBMfz64/TX5PNCRteEI/AAAAAAAAEEM/-UGRID4wzJ4/s1600/DSC02280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-74eXHBMfz64/TX5PNCRteEI/AAAAAAAAEEM/-UGRID4wzJ4/s400/DSC02280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987673354041410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal Prawns: JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIjxKlprDwA/TX5PNAKU0oI/AAAAAAAAEEE/atj7YGoJzes/s1600/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIjxKlprDwA/TX5PNAKU0oI/AAAAAAAAEEE/atj7YGoJzes/s400/DSC02278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987672786195074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Pork: REBECCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct2gQh8vl3g/TX5PM-lQMnI/AAAAAAAAED8/9azfV5vjW2I/s1600/DSC02276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ct2gQh8vl3g/TX5PM-lQMnI/AAAAAAAAED8/9azfV5vjW2I/s400/DSC02276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987672362267250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fried Baby Kai Lan: JOANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvHIklUwMSA/TX5UlOLxlXI/AAAAAAAAEEs/SlmSCN49CBA/s1600/DSC02288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvHIklUwMSA/TX5UlOLxlXI/AAAAAAAAEEs/SlmSCN49CBA/s400/DSC02288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583993586425369970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomyum Seafood Soup: EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfz92throK4/TX5Uksl8-VI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YUR_7v5OBD0/s1600/DSC02283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfz92throK4/TX5Uksl8-VI/AAAAAAAAEEc/YUR_7v5OBD0/s400/DSC02283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583993577408362834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami Chicken Drumlets: MEILING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IlNvKywMRfc/TX5UlcudBHI/AAAAAAAAEE0/glsoD9js7Z4/s1600/DSC02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IlNvKywMRfc/TX5UlcudBHI/AAAAAAAAEE0/glsoD9js7Z4/s400/DSC02301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583993590328919154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me if I love these girls, I'd answer you without any hesitation, they're the only girls I could go sing my lungs out at Kbox, PartyWorld, TeoHeng KTV, Chinatown $10 KTV, etc... Haha! I love them lah, obviously! I wouldn't cook for random people okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: All of the above were our first attempts to become successful chefs. I think we were not that bad, I'll give us a 99/100. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: MAYBE, I'll post up the recipes for these dishes. Trust me, they're good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S: Look out for the next post for reunion part II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1385625244339431468?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1385625244339431468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1385625244339431468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1385625244339431468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1385625244339431468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/03/chinese-new-year-reunion-i.html' title='Chinese New Year Reunion I'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SqLgPkJ7Jl0/TX5Ukxc1_9I/AAAAAAAAEEk/ozHNdB9LqEM/s72-c/DSC02287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6943175311094264845</id><published>2011-02-26T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:10:06.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it like to...</title><content type='html'>•Call up somebody when you're really upset and need a pairs of listening ears?•go for a romantic stroll by the beach and talking about dreams?•have impromptu supper at random places just because you're hungry and a person is awake too?•hold hands while shopping in malls for presents for your loved ones?•be in the arms and feeling secured just because somebody is there for you?•shop for presents and he/she will wear it  frequently?•when somebody forbids you from doing something because he/she cares for your safety?•introduce your choice to everyone, and being proud of it?•hang out together 7 days a week, 24 hours per day and 60mins per hour?•fall from high expectation knowing somebody will be there to catch you?•receive an unexpected call/text which could make you brimming with joy?•tell everyone you are not available because you'd found The One?•find an individual whom was once a stranger to you, to become part of your life?•feel when you know no matter how tough the battle would be, both of you will work it out together?•succeed in the test of time, patience and love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6943175311094264845?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6943175311094264845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6943175311094264845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6943175311094264845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6943175311094264845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-it-like-to.html' title='What is it like to...'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-4350726203448715373</id><published>2011-02-25T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T02:18:30.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you mind randomly text me?</title><content type='html'>Looks like I really have to see beyond my own bubble and get out from comfort zone. I'm so unaware of many things in life, all I could see is my small little world with little residents.Apparently I'm hosting an event to gather my primary schoolmates. Like a wow, I know. Alot of them changed, become prettier, mature, slimmer, etc. I think I became fatter, stupider, uglier and lost of fashion sense. Im so lazy to doll up sice a few years already. You can always see me in a pairs of demin shorts, basic tee or tank top. I should dress up more. But lazy because for what, I will think. Anyway, most of the girls have boyfriends now, the unexpected ones also found their partners. Lasting or not, I dont know la, but at least they could have a chance for trial and error. Me? All I could do is to look at others photos in envy, thinking when can I actually find a perfect one that hits their full sets of requirements. I don't find myself living my own life at all, true that they might know more than me, be able to tell a person's heart better than me. But we all are human, we learn from mistakes. We aren't born to be smart. All I want is to request for a magical chance for me to try out this romance that I see potential in. But everytime I do, I think of all the other worrying factors that bug me like a parasite. Why can't we just enjoy and live for ourselves? I'm so attached to this romance is not because I'm head over heels with him like a school girl. It's the type of after-love feelings I have when I'm with him. You know, when u just met a guy who looks so hot and u always think of hanging out with him. This is head over heels for love. But once love subside and slowly the murkiness fade, it becomes the bond between two parties. Like he's just like a part of you. You won't care about looking tired or unglam infront of him, you speak your mind and know he won't judge you, you can burp fart and snort without being embarrassed. I still hope the day will come, quick. Before the world ends. At least I could die knowing I tried before. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-4350726203448715373?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4350726203448715373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=4350726203448715373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4350726203448715373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4350726203448715373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/would-you-mind-randomly-text-me.html' title='would you mind randomly text me?'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7854394344583772578</id><published>2011-02-23T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:27:23.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did you turn away?</title><content type='html'>Never liked quiet and lonely nights like this.&lt;br /&gt;In the past I'd most likely be accompanied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; by your endless texts, knowing you're awake just like me. But not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not alright, but what else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I felt the strong urge to fight for it, it's always the inappropriate time. When the right time was there, I felt so hard to produce words out from my lips. I want to try, give it a try, give me a try, give you a try and give us a try. If everything else fails at the end, at least I know I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;If everything ended now, this could be the biggest regret in my life. All the 'What if(s)' will be bombarding me in future, all the possibilities and hints of happiness... infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will not be the type of easy and happy journey even if things continued, because there are too many factors involved. Too many, 'till I thought of letting everything go away with the wind. However, it's always that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong sentimental and comfortable feeling&lt;/span&gt; that you have had been giving me, which held me back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, ending something is not the hardest part. But the hardest part is when you have to start everything over again, all alone by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have barely give my all, how would I give up?&lt;br /&gt;How could YOU give up?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7854394344583772578?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7854394344583772578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7854394344583772578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7854394344583772578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7854394344583772578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-did-you-turn-away.html' title='Why did you turn away?'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3172658400234814889</id><published>2011-02-21T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:41:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never say never</title><content type='html'>Nobody wants to listen, nobody even cares about what has happened. This could probably be a typical story they heard million times in their life. Considered irritating? But they could never understand the pain of going through these. Who does? Perhaps Romeo &amp; Juliet if they really were not fictional. There were friends who tried to find out what happened, but I guess don't bother anymore. I'd probably drown you with my endless whining.. Who doesn't wish to be happy? Who wants to be gloomy all day long..? So much that I tried to avoid this,  but to no avail. It hits me so hard like a gush of sea waves rushing towards my weak body. I could barely breathe. Totally submerged into the water...Will you come back and pull me up..? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3172658400234814889?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3172658400234814889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3172658400234814889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3172658400234814889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3172658400234814889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-say-never.html' title='never say never'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-9009643277844392351</id><published>2011-02-19T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:27:10.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull through these 3 weeks, please.</title><content type='html'>So tired of reading up those damn notes, flipping each page seems to make my life shortening its original span. So much of trying to keep myself occupied, but keeping myslef occupied with things I'm not interested in, makes the plan backfires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could head out for a run right now, but I'm afraid somewhere, somehow I'll realise I'm all alone. Again. Better to stay in places with faces I'm familiar of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hope everything will be fine. Watching The Bee Movie could get me emotional, what's going on?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps you'd already planned this a few weeks ago..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know no words could change the fact that you're, gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-9009643277844392351?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/9009643277844392351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=9009643277844392351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9009643277844392351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9009643277844392351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/pull-through-these-3-weeks-please.html' title='Pull through these 3 weeks, please.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6869331067930893006</id><published>2011-02-19T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:28:29.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>I reckon for the next few entries, I'd probably be posting personal thoughts. Emo-nemo ones. I need to get those thoughts off my chest, or else I'd probably explode into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were concern enough, read them.&lt;br /&gt;If you were one of those haters and love to see how sad I am, read them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6869331067930893006?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6869331067930893006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6869331067930893006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6869331067930893006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6869331067930893006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-4700480701930105565</id><published>2011-02-19T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T01:20:11.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like 2011.</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot of friends, but I do have a countable number of friends I called my own. But because everyone has a tight schedule of their own,friends and families of their own, other commitments of their own, we do not get to meet up often. Just so you know, the number of my close friends is probably countable using both my hands. Nah, I don't find this pathetic, I just like to keep focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides these friends, I used to have a special person who was my confidate. I could pour out all my sorrows, whines and complains, share my joys and laughters with him. I could probably say he had been trying all his possibilities to be there for me, guide me and help me along in everything he could. Now that he's decided to walk a different path, I guess I'd to go through&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt; on my own from now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I hope he could cope well in the new chapter of his life. He should be 10x better than me, I guess. At least he was right about one thing: his circle of friends is really huge, one random status comment and there are so many people commenting on it.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I could only stare into blank spaces and unknowingly dropping tears that I promised myself not to shed. Not gaining sympathizing votes, but it's really depressing to be facing this situation. When two persons are forced to be apart not because the love has faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world would end in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-4700480701930105565?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4700480701930105565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=4700480701930105565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4700480701930105565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4700480701930105565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-like-2011.html' title='I don&apos;t like 2011.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3702561088108395148</id><published>2011-02-09T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T02:35:54.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;大家, let's '兔' 然发财!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just like how normal days have been like, for the past 20years for me, CNY festive period is nothing out from the norm. Before I managed to semi-blink my eyes, the first 3 days had already become one of the historical records. How time flies! There wasn't many photos taken this year, because I didn't feel the need since the Cheena mood was never with me, this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGL4yf_4GI/AAAAAAAAECc/f4R1_aJKlgo/s1600/photo%2B3%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571388021778931810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGL4yf_4GI/AAAAAAAAECc/f4R1_aJKlgo/s400/photo%2B3%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year after the reunion dinner, we were busy doing last minute packing to leave for Taiwan. It was a good experience, just that we underestimated the weather forecast. A freakin' 7degree celsius could literally made my knees wobble. I'm so afraid of colds. To sidetrack a little, my palms and surface below my foot (i can't remember what's the term now) are always icy cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I always have 2 reunion dinners for CNY. The first was with paternal's relatives, always at some Teochew Restaurants. Well, ever since my late ahma passed on, the traditional feel for CNY was never as strong and entertaining anymore. We used to hang out at grandma's on CNY's Eve, and then be there early in the morning while waiting for the others to gather. Looking for food in the kitchen, the variety of retro pots filled with braised eggs, or 甜汤, or thickly brewed soup, etc. Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Day 1 was .. damn, I can't remember which activities/events were on which day. :/ Blah, just know that we went to explore the new Boardwalk at Sentosa Gateway. Intended to drop by the Flower Gallery (I'm lazy to type the name in Mandarin, so I come up with one I invented), but we were in a rush since our movie starts at 8pm. Anyway, there's Wine Company along the stretch of pathway facing the sea. It was a brillant view. There's many variety of Seafood Restaurants. Ah, how I love eating chilli crabs in a perfect view of the sea, preferably in the evening, breezy wind and hopefully there's Michael Buble or Norah Jones singing by the side. Perfect Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.forbestraveler.com/media/photos/inspirations/food-drink/al-fresco-dining-04-g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only family photo we took for this Chinese New Year. Normally we would camwhore abit here and there. But yah, there's no strong flash for the dslr, so we used my pathetic FREE compact cam to take one. I look fine here, so I'll sacrifice my family. haha! Anyway, notice the pair of blue wedge on my big foot? It's not a killer heels, but I felt like a gigantic dinosaur looking down (literally) on those dwarfs. And I sprain my ankle when I was walking while day-dreaming in that island. Super embarrassing because I thought somebody saw my awkward pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571377728138412082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGChns2gDI/AAAAAAAAEB8/JCn8r47YZlU/s400/DSC02078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me lah, my brother was with his gf, my sister with her bf, and my dad with his gf (my mom, if one of your brain got eaten by zombie.), then I was so emo-nemo looking around like a malaysian tourist (kidding!), alone, with the heels... So lonely. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 522px" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180375_10150175420429638_770334637_8651577_5266092_n.jpg" width="347" height="618" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the dinner we HAD TO attend because we HAD TO attend. It was such a fun yet tiring day. I never liked those grand events, where everybody has to fake a smile while hiding a dagger right behind their backs. Luckily I was there just to eat, drink, watch and leave. Though I'm sure I'll be one of the dagger-hider in the near future. What to do, successful bizwoman what. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't that great, but the performances were awesome. A*Mei, Janet Jackson were there to sing and dance. There were on stage, the performances off stage were entertaining as well. Especially the grand departure of the family. Nobody will be as cool as the family who left the place with the crowd pausing what they were doing and look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A roller-coaster evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th Feb 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a class gathering over at Cassie's because we are cheapskates who want to finish up the last $7/pax class fund, not because our class wanted to bond-build. KIDDING. We are quite an awesome class alright, just minus the internal conflicts, weird personalities, funny faces, and practically living in our own bubles, we're all good together. Jeez. Please look at it as a joke, we are really a good class. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shut eyes tight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGCiCgwsMI/AAAAAAAAECU/gDqsAVQr9wY/s1600/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571377735335456962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGCiCgwsMI/AAAAAAAAECU/gDqsAVQr9wY/s400/DSC02117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are two of my girls who make fun of me, laugh at me, critisize me. There's another one who went to work part-time as a chauffeur. So no photo of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGCiEWgFcI/AAAAAAAAECM/G_vUcq-0PGg/s1600/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571377735829296578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGCiEWgFcI/AAAAAAAAECM/G_vUcq-0PGg/s400/DSC02110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lo Hei. (Low-Heh, in case there's Angmoh reading this. HAHA!) I'm lazy to explain what's that, because I don't eat much of it, just the crackers, and join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGCCBeCQQI/AAAAAAAAEBs/kEowOWoZdq4/s1600/DSC02134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571377185299775746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGCCBeCQQI/AAAAAAAAEBs/kEowOWoZdq4/s400/DSC02134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the photo we took, not everybody turn up. Some left earlier. But the fun bunch was in the photos, so don't bother to look up for those 'unfun' bunch. HAHA! KIDDING again.&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/37688130-3702561088108395148?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3702561088108395148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3702561088108395148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3702561088108395148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3702561088108395148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TVGL4yf_4GI/AAAAAAAAECc/f4R1_aJKlgo/s72-c/photo%2B3%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-2663362996243639530</id><published>2011-01-31T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:36:36.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more before I hit the sack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;'have been shopping lately, here and there, there and here. Bought all the random'ess things ever. Just to make sure the Chinese New Year's mood is here. I don't usually like to buy clothes, 'cos I prefer buying those accessories, wallets, earrings, nail polishes.. haha! Just random daily things in life. Clothes are so troublesome &gt;:( Anyway, new year mood is still not here yet. I bet this year it's gna be like 'another day'. Ever since my late grandma passed on, Chinese New Year don't seem to be as happening as before. No more gathering in her crampy house and looking for new year snacks.. Now it's like a 'Modern and short-cut CNY'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not my main point for this entry. It's about this awesome owl necklace I saw at bugis street. It's a 14k gold plated necklace with 3 cute owls sticked in a row. So both sides of the chain were attached to the midst of the 1st and 3rd owls. It's beautiful, and expensive. But it's too goldish, if only it's a little more vintage, I'd give them my money. haha! So this brings me to a new point. &lt;strong&gt;MEGA LOVE FOR GOLD NECKLACE WITH CHAINS ATTACHED TO THE PENDANT'S SIDES. ESPECIALLY WORDINGS ONE&lt;/strong&gt;! god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at AngelaBaby's size S necklace. It's so pretty! And the one from KS. Actually I realised I'm not particularly in love with wordings necklace. I'm into gold necklace and the pendant/words are attached in the middle part of its body. Like the heart-shaped gold necklace I bought, if it didn't die on me, I wouldn't take it off. I love wearing a classic necklace --always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 386px" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs316.snc4/41161_463067356634_119234146634_6253863_881773_n.jpg" width="236" height="580" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWgXoDxUoI/AAAAAAAAEBg/d_V-mp_o3XY/s1600/pKSLCI1-7508904v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568032842064155266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWgXoDxUoI/AAAAAAAAEBg/d_V-mp_o3XY/s400/pKSLCI1-7508904v275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, I'm totally broke for this month and the next. So probably this has got to be on my waiting list. Just like my guitar, my iPhone cover, bags, shoes, and good food.... *nomnom* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-2663362996243639530?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/2663362996243639530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=2663362996243639530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2663362996243639530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/2663362996243639530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-one-more-before-i-hit-sack.html' title='Just one more before I hit the sack.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWgXoDxUoI/AAAAAAAAEBg/d_V-mp_o3XY/s72-c/pKSLCI1-7508904v275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7141535442827385948</id><published>2011-01-31T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:07:45.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many random days in a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I know everyone loves bloghopping here and there, looking at others' lifes for juicy secrets or plainly just want to know how that person is doing. And I used to post up to 3 entries per day, so I was so active, I gained a few loyal fans of mine. (You're one of them! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I changed my phone, it's so troublesome to upload 'em photos to my laptop and then slowly upload the photos to my blog. Besides, their sequence is always the newest on top, and oldest at the bottom. Me don't like. And it's such a chore to insert the SD card into the laptop and then slowly uploading those photos up here. I don't even bother to upload photos in facebook anymore. Plain lazy, I know. Heez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but since I have this current thought, it means good news for you readers! I want post more photos up, and blog religiously. If I have the time. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;These were photos taken in the school library, totally Miami Ink-inspired because two issues triggered it. 1) We were waiting to go for the site-visit and bored to the prime-ribeye, 2) I drew a 'tattoo' on Jessica's wrist when she was asleep in class, it appeared to have side-effect and post-trauma on the poor girl! (Not so serious la, just that when the pen ink was gone, there was still a red marking. TATTOO WHAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdZXY7ZI/AAAAAAAAEBA/Lu0uSDXNupU/s1600/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568018647547964818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdZXY7ZI/AAAAAAAAEBA/Lu0uSDXNupU/s400/DSC01952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdDvuc_I/AAAAAAAAEA4/YTZyudBS5KY/s1600/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568018641744458738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdDvuc_I/AAAAAAAAEA4/YTZyudBS5KY/s400/DSC01976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSZIKR6TI/AAAAAAAAEAw/1UR1mW3OzxM/s1600/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568017474698471730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSZIKR6TI/AAAAAAAAEAw/1UR1mW3OzxM/s400/DSC01961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSY0HwmMI/AAAAAAAAEAo/QW6rsCp6MbM/s1600/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568017469319190722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSY0HwmMI/AAAAAAAAEAo/QW6rsCp6MbM/s400/DSC01958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSYgiP1GI/AAAAAAAAEAg/eyfFCtZEksg/s1600/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568017464061580386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSYgiP1GI/AAAAAAAAEAg/eyfFCtZEksg/s400/DSC01953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I painted my hair brown just before 2011 started. It's a form of practice to welcome the new year, with prosperity and good luck ;) But the colours seemed to fade quite a bit. Anyway, the hairstylist was a good one, he was so meticulous when cutting my bangs, which was quite a challenge because the previous one spoilt my hair parting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdj78pCI/AAAAAAAAEBI/qZ2-bvEu9pw/s1600/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568018650385654818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdj78pCI/AAAAAAAAEBI/qZ2-bvEu9pw/s400/DSC01978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This was taken at Changi Prison and Chapel Museum, we were sent to that far faraway place via a coach, and then left stranded by the roadside, with no bus to good destination, no cab in sight. It's for a site-visit, for a tutorial, to look at the Changi Murals and acted artsy-fartsy for a few minutes, then we were free to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTd_DzjbI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Qx5Wc07mZHU/s1600/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568018657666370994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTd_DzjbI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Qx5Wc07mZHU/s400/DSC01979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She's my PR and Marketing lecturer. A very intelligent yet forgetful lady. At times she looks like Katy Perry, at times she looks like Kumar. (Sorry about that, but alot of people are giving the nods.) Well, she's the one who left us stranded at that isolated place, with nowhere to go, because the school only provided a one-way transport. :( Ultimate sadness. FOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSYQBLRaI/AAAAAAAAEAY/bkbPEpVVAVc/s1600/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568017459627902370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSYQBLRaI/AAAAAAAAEAY/bkbPEpVVAVc/s400/DSC01924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Since our Jessica gotten her licence, she has been driving to school. So that means one Train-buddy is gone. :( Left with Mellissa to chase the trains with me. But well, we're graduating in a few weeks, so that it OKAY! I will get mine SOOOOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSYOjCIII/AAAAAAAAEAQ/7_vwQDVYAzQ/s1600/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568017459233038466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWSYOjCIII/AAAAAAAAEAQ/7_vwQDVYAzQ/s400/DSC01927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTeL9H-1I/AAAAAAAAEBY/9uM5RaLqjk8/s1600/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568018661128010578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTeL9H-1I/AAAAAAAAEBY/9uM5RaLqjk8/s400/DSC01981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Then days later, we tried our faces on the PURIKURA! machine. It's so scary, your eyes are big like potatoes, then complexion fair like a sheet of paper.. I'd much prefer those normal machines though. At least we don't look like chucky or what. :/ Besides, the price of one session can almost buy me a box of polariod film with 10pcs. Anyway, they raved so much about my fake blue eye contacts and urging me to get them soon. Hm, let's see how it goes!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7141535442827385948?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7141535442827385948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7141535442827385948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7141535442827385948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7141535442827385948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/01/many-random-days-in-post.html' title='Many random days in a post'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TUWTdZXY7ZI/AAAAAAAAEBA/Lu0uSDXNupU/s72-c/DSC01952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3418565932224223789</id><published>2011-01-29T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:52:45.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is patient; love is kind&lt;br /&gt;and envies no one.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never&lt;br /&gt;boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;&lt;br /&gt;never selfish, not quick to take offense.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing love cannot face;&lt;br /&gt;there is no limit to its faith,&lt;br /&gt;its hope, and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;In a word, there are three things&lt;br /&gt;that last&lt;br /&gt;forever: faith, hope, and love;&lt;br /&gt;but the greatest of them all is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3418565932224223789?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3418565932224223789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3418565932224223789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3418565932224223789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3418565932224223789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3051947578026842425</id><published>2011-01-18T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:21:14.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holly Molly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my latest post was about the friggin' FYP report, that burnt millions of our brain cells. But I had been trying to figure out a entry for the last few days, I think there's a draft in my mobile phone, but it's related to some philosophy-story when I suddenly had an inspiration to write because I saw some kind act. Okay, I know the littlest thing can trigger my inspirational mind any where, any time.. So it's nothing uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to write, I like to pen down my thoughts and I realised it's time I should brush up my English... and my Mandarin. :( I don't want to become those bimbos that are "Jak Kan Dang" --"Oh, I don't understand 'cos I only speak English. Whoops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.echinacities.com/userfiles/2010-Year/11-Month/5-Day/image002(5).jpg" width="359" height="260" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an Asian, who happens to be a Chinese, I think as much as the society judges you according to your English standard, Mandarin is also an important language because it is what we're made of. Like if you're Caucasian, you'll pull out a bunch of roots and you found Potatoes. When you're a Chinese, you'll pull out a bunch of roots and you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 247px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq5ZPMXQfnQ/TA6St1TfzmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pLOHtA24fac/s1600/ginger-root.jpg" width="185" height="259" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; gingers. I don't know, but I think ginger is very "Chinese". Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I think Burlesque was way too awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 238px" src="http://media.theiapolis.com/d4/h1KW/iYI8/t4/wP0/christina-aguilera-as-ali-rose-in-burlesque.jpg" width="562" height="282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not too sure why, because the storyline was kinda expected. You get the happy-ever-after once the amazingly smart and smokin' hot dancer thought of a sure-win solution.. How can somebody so good at dancing, so pretty, so talented, and so smart? Oh, now I know why the movie was amazing. I think it's the pictures + the awesome costumes Christina Aguilera wore. Her makeup was perfect. Besides, I think I never had known how exactly she looks like if not for this film. I love her eyes, and her pouty lips. Her moves were good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did I ever mention how I think Tess &lt;strong&gt;REALLY LOOKS LIKE THE EVIL MOTHER IN RAPUNZEL&lt;/strong&gt;? Especially when she did the first song in the movie. I could totally link it with Rapunzel's. Oh, the whole conversations in the film were intelligent too. Bitchy, but interesting. I don't mind watching it again, in a better theatre so my neck need not be strained, and the audio system would be better than hearing some ZzzZz sound when Christina Aguilera blasted her powerful vocals. Damn, I love her vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parentingchildreninsingapore.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Singapore-CSI.jpg" width="553" height="259" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd been to the CSI exhibition at Science Centre, somewhere last week. I expected more, higher expectation.. I think that exhibition was probably catered to students in primary school. Their clues were like answers, there is no twist in the story, crime scenes were not too well designed. Probably I'm asking too much, but nope, I don't like this exhibition. Besides, it's kinda expensive. Just in case you don't know what is inside, I'll give you a brief. They'll make you watch a short clip with introduction about the CSI thingy, then you're given a clipboard with a list of questions to solve. There's crime scene, autopsy room, bla bla, then the final answer found at the end of the journey. But companion was good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-3051947578026842425?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/3051947578026842425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=3051947578026842425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3051947578026842425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/3051947578026842425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/01/sum-it-up.html' title='Sum it up'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq5ZPMXQfnQ/TA6St1TfzmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pLOHtA24fac/s72-c/ginger-root.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1278749951630558621</id><published>2011-01-06T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:01:44.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, life is back!</title><content type='html'>Just wanna share with you guys some delicious food you can find from an Italian restaurant - Cappricci. It's a dark, dark restaurant located along the stretch of shophouses at Tanjong Pajar Road. I gave it an unfair judgement when I was scanning through the decoration, I thought it was just a plain,cheapo-ly decorated fake italian restaurant. But it was such a cosy and atas looking restaurant when you push open the main door. It was some sort of fine dining, the boss, waitress/waiters, chefs are so scarily friendly. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScxODC45I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/zmeu1jeW5uQ/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558740209480426386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScxODC45I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/zmeu1jeW5uQ/s400/photo%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melon and Parma ham (It's such a gooooood combination. goshhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScacFGLeI/AAAAAAAAD_I/xtscjUf50_s/s1600/photo%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558739818110135778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScacFGLeI/AAAAAAAAD_I/xtscjUf50_s/s400/photo%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slab of &lt;em&gt;cooking-method-unknown &lt;/em&gt;Veal with mashed potatoes. It's texture is tender and the mash potatoes is definitely better than Hogs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sudden enthusiam towards nail arts. Not those bling-bling with all the gems 'chng' onto the nails, but these types of drawing random patterns and making it awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScaI9ygpI/AAAAAAAAD_A/dhT7y2c2X9U/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558739812979212946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScaI9ygpI/AAAAAAAAD_A/dhT7y2c2X9U/s400/photo%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopard preenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScZsAWUhI/AAAAAAAAD-4/DAJJ10BaPGk/s1600/photo%2B4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558739805205320210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScZsAWUhI/AAAAAAAAD-4/DAJJ10BaPGk/s400/photo%2B4.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon on my nails -I had layers of coatings on it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScZVR1gHI/AAAAAAAAD-w/Qf0HYZHNrtE/s1600/photo%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558739799104651378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScZVR1gHI/AAAAAAAAD-w/Qf0HYZHNrtE/s400/photo%2B5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger preenz - I think this is rather successful out of the 3. The gradient as the base and random black lines for the patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I should start doing tutorials teaching you guys about nail arts. It's so fun! Besides, I did these with my existing nail polishes, the lines were done by normal brushes, so it's rather thick. But it's pretty well-control;ed right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScY2jpLEI/AAAAAAAAD-o/Pq5IG77hdn4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558739790857841730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScY2jpLEI/AAAAAAAAD-o/Pq5IG77hdn4/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the nightmare is over for Mellissa, Jessica, Rebecca and I. The FYP report that wasted hundreds of blank papers, catridges of printer inks, and millions of brain cells. Everything is a minus, minus, minus. But pimples are addition, addition, addition due to late night sleep. For a week, we slept at 4am or so. It should be a dawn-mare. Anyway, first time in my 3years poly life that I witnessed so many studious kids hanging around in the library for the whole day! Everyone walking here and there, discussing and printing their works.. machiam some big projects worth a zillions bucks. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, it's done and let's look forward to the next big thing in 2011!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/37688130-1278749951630558621?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1278749951630558621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1278749951630558621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1278749951630558621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1278749951630558621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-life-is-back.html' title='Hello, life is back!'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TSScxODC45I/AAAAAAAAD_Q/zmeu1jeW5uQ/s72-c/photo%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6385543178758911307</id><published>2011-01-03T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:37:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011.</title><content type='html'>Have been quite some time since I last blogged something here right? Actually not really, I went to check and it's like just one or two weeks ago. And equivalent to me not posting since last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! IT'S FINALLY YEAR 2011!! *Throws confetti, sprinklers and spray foams!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what everyone did last Friday, getting molested by random strangers, rubbing shoulders with ABNNs, screaming with the crowd and getting high on alcohols. For me, it was a peaceful new year spent at home. Home is the best. You don't have to worry of ways to get back home in one piece, squeeze with people in the event site, smell the intoxicating air (Read: Armpit's juice) that could easily suffocate yourselves. And I realised my boyf wasn't on the Channel 8 Countdown party @ Vivocity. That '把烦恼抛到九霄云歪' commercial was a scam, I think he was at Serangoon Gardens. But anyway, I think both Channel 5 and 8 countdown parties were not too successful, especially the latter one. The number of celebrities present was pathetic and those weren't the VERY famous ones. In my own opinion. So I switched channels and switched and switched. I went to countdown in Taiwan. A*Mei singing live is way better and she rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically how I spent my New Year's Eve at night. I don't see the point why everyone gets so excited over a day which is apparently just...another day. You don't see the skies becomes super clearer, the leaves become super greener, your house's ceilings become higher or even your nostril hair grows bushier.. OUT OF A SUDDEN. There is no drastic change. You still have to go to work from Mondays to Fridays, hand up your FYP report on 5th Jan 2011 (and no late submission would be entertained), and bla bla bla. I'd already seen through the fact there is no 'magical new year countdown'. It's still will be another day... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this year is a countdown year that I am not looking forward to. And I find it pointless.. or more towards, erm.. scary! Imagine everyone is counting down to the year where death is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the world. I'd thought of ways on how the Earth might cease to exist if 2012's curse is going to happen..Here are my views, but not limited to the following:&lt;br /&gt;Alien taking over the Earth, zombifiy every human beings, no more living things and everyone just has to die. OR... one extraordinary huge meteor smashed onto the Earth, everything burns into pieces and natural disasters like tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes combine together and killed all the living things on Earth.. OR, the Earth suddenly breaks down and become totally pitch dark with no telecommunication systems, no more technologies, no more Sun.. and everyone starves to death... OR, every country tryin to fight for their own survivals and starts a new world war, everyone fight for food, no more humanity, becoming barbarians and killing each other to keep their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your view on 2012? Do you think it will happen and everyone is going to kick the bucket?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, actually it's so weird to talk about such inauspicious thing for my first entry in 2011. Just some 'What ifs' here and there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR AND ALL THE BEST TO YOU GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6385543178758911307?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6385543178758911307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6385543178758911307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6385543178758911307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6385543178758911307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-4167980822106266109</id><published>2010-12-25T23:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:24:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TRYS2KODhoI/AAAAAAAAD-g/fNzHCjH14aM/s1600/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554647912073627266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TRYS2KODhoI/AAAAAAAAD-g/fNzHCjH14aM/s400/DSC01799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FOLKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, i know i'm a little too late to send my wishes since it will be a day after X'mas in 15mins. Wait.. the 12-days of Christmas starts before 25th or starts on 26th?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your Christmas' Eve? I have a joke to share, though it's late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Adam tell Eve in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam: it's Christmas eve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Anyway, I had a good christmas eve this year, it's pretty much a good day to sum up 2010. I mean, with good lunch, good dinner, good companion.. it must be some good day right?&lt;br /&gt;If only everyday is christmas eve. Oh well, nothing comes so smoothly in life, right? Better wake up from the 'if only(s)'. But fingers are still kept crossed to have wishes come true.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Through the years we all will be together and&lt;br /&gt;If the fates allow&lt;br /&gt;Hang a&lt;br /&gt;shining star upon the highest bow, oh yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;And have yourself a merry&lt;br /&gt;little Christmas now, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, merry christmas and enjoy while it lasts! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here in this sunny island, it's pretty much a Stormy, rainy, wet christmas. I&lt;br /&gt;do wish to experience a white christmas. No, not just visiting the place and&lt;br /&gt;staying in hotel. I want to have a house there, with my own cosy fire-place,&lt;br /&gt;thick blanket and beautiful chimney. Probably after when I'm married, with kids,&lt;br /&gt;old and such. I'll be sitting on the rocking chair, sewing sweaters for my&lt;br /&gt;grandchildren while they are out there playing in the snow... Now, this is life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-4167980822106266109?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/4167980822106266109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=4167980822106266109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4167980822106266109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/4167980822106266109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy-to-world.html' title='Joy to the world.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TRYS2KODhoI/AAAAAAAAD-g/fNzHCjH14aM/s72-c/DSC01799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-8866667456065954804</id><published>2010-12-24T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:47:48.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you always give me so much pressure?</title><content type='html'>All I wanted was to do what I feel like, not being trapped in a cage like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to understand myself, find the real me and not being a manipulated robot.&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn from mistakes, suffer the worse, stand up from where I fall.&lt;br /&gt;The world outside is enormous, cunning but stunning. Let me, let me fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am sure of the way back; safely, and a better me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-8866667456065954804?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/8866667456065954804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=8866667456065954804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8866667456065954804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/8866667456065954804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-do-you-always-give-me-so-much.html' title='Why do you always give me so much pressure?'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1360850960064831770</id><published>2010-12-21T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:32:02.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints from a manual driver.</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me again, the Manual lady driver. Are you excited to see me after such a long wait? &lt;em&gt;(It sounds like I've a split personality or something, 'cos my alter-ego has been blogging..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Y'know&lt;/span&gt;, I was super duper reluctant for the first few months in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBDC&lt;/span&gt; after I passed my theories. Not because there wasn't any companion, it's more because of those weird instructors I'd met. There were many traits and personalities, their strengths and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weaknessess&lt;/span&gt;. I used to think that anticipating random instructors would be good, because if the previous one was bad, at least there would be something to look forward to. You guessed it right, my first few practicals were practically awful. I couldn't remember the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt;-gritty details about those lessons, but to summarized all, I didn't have any lessons that I felt super happy with. Perhaps I'm not gifted in driving. (But how could there be so many drivers out there on the road, are they ALL gifted? I doubt.) That's why, I'd been procrastinating for so many months, until my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PDL&lt;/span&gt; is expiring this December. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;. Besides, this semester's timetable sucks because it never complement the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;timeslots&lt;/span&gt; found in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BBDC&lt;/span&gt;. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means I had to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(i.e. rush without hesitation) all the way for this 3 weeks vacation. Super no life, I'd tell you. I mean, everyday I have to go to BBDC in the late morning, coming back in the afternoon. Tired to the maximum, but at least I'm going to end this torture when The Holiday ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck was smiling on me last week, I managed to meet a young instructor, by the first name of Lam. He was more cheerful, and even though his patience has limits, he has the persistence to guide me through the whole 100mins while teaching as much as possible. He made the whole learning journey stress-free and it's like driving a friend around. He taught me vertical and parallel parking. It was done without a drip of sweat. Amazing, me. I was looking forward to the practicals for the whole week because I know my confidence was boost to the higher level I wasn't aware of in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Lady Luck was blocked by a cloud of gloomy darkness. I made it on time for my practical at 11:30am, but the damn BBDC system mixed up my name and NRIC, wasted 15minutes of my time searching for a car located elsewhere. I double confirmed my NRIC on the print slip, but the car area was stated J, Car 34. (My previous lessons were all from area K, Car 54+/-) So I had to go around asking those (student-less) instructors and there were two friendly instructors initiated to help me out. So I went up to the Chief (like some tribal group..) and he sorted it out for me. Assigned me to car 54, and there was this grumpy 'Uncle' in his late 50s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Brake and Three Point Turn. There, today's subject. Okay, we drove to main road and it was all good. But he started to pin-point my mistakes like accelerate more before changing up gear. Fine, I took it in willingly. Then we did Three Point Turn at some ulu side road. &lt;strong&gt;I DISLIKE INSTRUCTORS TO TEACH BY THE BOOK. &lt;/strong&gt;Do real-life demo, or else what for we come from practical right? Might as well mug at home. -_- So he mumbled and mumbled, I just take it as it comes. Tried my own 'instinct' and did the Three Point Turn. He expected me to do it well when he could barely teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the circuit, we tried Parallel and Vertical Parking. I tried to reassure my turning points are right before I moved. He 'yah yah yah', then when it's not right, he said unconstructive comments like "Wrong turning point, Turned too early, Like this cannot lah". Okay, fine. Then tell me where the hell is the correct turning point &lt;em&gt;(as I followed the exact instructions from the previous instructor --it went perfectly well!).&lt;/em&gt; He didn't tell me the turning point until I asked for it at least 2 times. All he did was "no, no, no. cannot like this, try again." Urgh. So morale was definitely hitting the rock bottom from those negative arrows he kept stabbing me with. (That reminds me, he gives only 1 compliment out of 10 no-nos.) He kinds of remind me of another instructor I had in the previous lesson. All he did was shaking his head and making 'hah' types of laughters. You know, it reads "Omg, you foolish dumbass, such a easy move and u are unable to perform it well." Seriously. *Dislike button up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count me unlucky today! First BBDC ate 15mins of my time (100mins = $60, 1min = $0.60, 15mins = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;$9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), and giving me such an instructor that was useless in helping me to learn efficiently. I don't need super friendly or talketive ones. At least those that know what they are talking about, give helpful comments, and those that are geniunely have the welfare of their students' performance. Oh well. My only wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to get good instructors for my remaining practicals. *cross fingers and feet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going off now, 2 theory lessons back to back in the morning at BBDC *sighs!* and follows by a practical. Super exhausting, plus there'd be a 2hours interval on Wednesday. What am I going to do in BBDC for 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......you must be joking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1360850960064831770?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1360850960064831770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1360850960064831770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1360850960064831770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1360850960064831770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/complaints-from-manual-driver.html' title='Complaints from a manual driver.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-1077205253717412184</id><published>2010-12-19T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:58:10.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Spade. My love.</title><content type='html'>I guess the only name that makes me smile nowadays would probably be &lt;strong&gt;KATE. SPADE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be materialistic or superficial, but who doesn't love the vibrant colours their designers use? It's so funky and fun-loving than those typical LV, Gucci totes. Even if Kate Spade is not a label, I would still choose to love their products. Firstly, the font and the sound of 'KATE SPADE' is so omg.. I just have a thing (or two!) for Kate Spade. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I hate it when Kate Spade release new collections.. Look at what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B_LM6QeI/AAAAAAAAD-U/9_CN2c04gc8/s1600/pKSLCI1-7508904v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552096100468015586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B_LM6QeI/AAAAAAAAD-U/9_CN2c04gc8/s400/pKSLCI1-7508904v275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B-6M64vI/AAAAAAAAD-E/gBwe28Wk9SM/s1600/pKSLCI1-8790928v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552096095904654066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B-6M64vI/AAAAAAAAD-E/gBwe28Wk9SM/s400/pKSLCI1-8790928v275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew I love gold necklace with a pendant/simple design hang by the side, I'm sure they knew it. What's T&amp;amp;C with those silvery necklace or bracelet, Gold is da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B_HxqhEI/AAAAAAAAD-M/nefMqoFezrA/s1600/pKSLCI1-8791567_kspr01_v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552096099548431426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B_HxqhEI/AAAAAAAAD-M/nefMqoFezrA/s400/pKSLCI1-8791567_kspr01_v275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even their slippers look so cute. Hot pink *faints* &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B-nZP0LI/AAAAAAAAD98/AgKrsNDOrKM/s1600/pKSLCI1-8791010_kspr02_v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552096090856083634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B-nZP0LI/AAAAAAAAD98/AgKrsNDOrKM/s400/pKSLCI1-8791010_kspr02_v275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful blue for this organised bag. Gosh, I don't mind pairing that hot pink slippers with this blue handbag. K, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B-XTOnoI/AAAAAAAAD90/TWmOGoQ5fiU/s1600/pKSLCI1-8791161v275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552096086535872130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B-XTOnoI/AAAAAAAAD90/TWmOGoQ5fiU/s400/pKSLCI1-8791161v275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seems like they're so into the Piper thing for this season. What's exactly a piper? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-1077205253717412184?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/1077205253717412184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=1077205253717412184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1077205253717412184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/1077205253717412184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/kate-spade-my-love.html' title='Kate Spade. My love.'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQ0B_LM6QeI/AAAAAAAAD-U/9_CN2c04gc8/s72-c/pKSLCI1-7508904v275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-5835380051207459167</id><published>2010-12-19T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:03:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why doesn't anyone understands at all?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQznZ_cgOEI/AAAAAAAAD9k/EWcftxmTi3s/s1600/tumblr_ku8ivjLHNq1qa4eu8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552066874354710594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQznZ_cgOEI/AAAAAAAAD9k/EWcftxmTi3s/s400/tumblr_ku8ivjLHNq1qa4eu8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's right, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't risk my happiness to something worthless;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I have a feeling it's worth the fight, that's why I'm still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But no idea where to start from, no idea who to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what is Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you can't do what you want;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you can't follow your heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When you can't fight for your own rights;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When all you did/do is just to go with the instructions;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When others aren't aware of the sorrow that you've been going through;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;When things aren't exactly what you wanted, yet you could tell nobody about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life; might as well dump it in the bin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-5835380051207459167?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/5835380051207459167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=5835380051207459167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5835380051207459167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/5835380051207459167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-doesnt-anyone-understands-at-all.html' title='Why doesn&apos;t anyone understands at all?...'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQznZ_cgOEI/AAAAAAAAD9k/EWcftxmTi3s/s72-c/tumblr_ku8ivjLHNq1qa4eu8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-7792844264143307531</id><published>2010-12-17T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:55:57.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is not a safe place. Let's go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my blog with positive entries lately, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;! I feel invaded when friends asked about it, it's really hard to make me talk. Anyway, this is part 1 of Rebecca's Birthday since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SML&lt;/span&gt; will be away to cook &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HorFun&lt;/span&gt; for 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;, blah.. then we had some porn...'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thai&lt;/span&gt; food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9ewYSiXI/AAAAAAAAD9U/KtXU_AL6Iv0/s1600/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551317089279707506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9ewYSiXI/AAAAAAAAD9U/KtXU_AL6Iv0/s400/DSC01685.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9QJS-_fI/AAAAAAAAD9M/oO2BpsFl3as/s1600/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316838270303730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9QJS-_fI/AAAAAAAAD9M/oO2BpsFl3as/s400/DSC01688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9PnDYkZI/AAAAAAAAD9E/2W3qZvq3Ses/s1600/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316829078065554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9PnDYkZI/AAAAAAAAD9E/2W3qZvq3Ses/s400/DSC01694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9PRB4RFI/AAAAAAAAD88/FpolaZPY6c0/s1600/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316823166174290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9PRB4RFI/AAAAAAAAD88/FpolaZPY6c0/s400/DSC01695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely we ate more than these, but I felt so &amp;amp;^%$% to take photos when the dishes arrived. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, just one or two wouldn't hurt right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had fun today, and likes the present we gave. Seriously, wasn't easy to go shopping for present alone, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt;? I need opinions unless I'm buying for my own things. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The locals here have the tradition to send out 'balls of wishes' to the Singapore River or so, during huge events. So countdown party is here soon, they're all preparing the balls with wishes from random people. Look out for our wishes somewhere, sometimes.. ;) Though &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and I looked at each other when we saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SML's&lt;/span&gt; wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9PKguTPI/AAAAAAAAD80/adYrUo0-Fws/s1600/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316821416496370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9PKguTPI/AAAAAAAAD80/adYrUo0-Fws/s400/DSC01416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9OpUdVvI/AAAAAAAAD8s/YrRNab9HKck/s1600/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316812506683122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9OpUdVvI/AAAAAAAAD8s/YrRNab9HKck/s400/DSC01415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8XWlEA-I/AAAAAAAAD8k/njRlr6FOa5Q/s1600/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551315862583247842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8XWlEA-I/AAAAAAAAD8k/njRlr6FOa5Q/s400/DSC01414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a site visit at Standard Chartered Marathon 2010. Taking photos of runners, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;..BUT! I took photos of cute little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blondies&lt;/span&gt;. They're really so cute and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;huggable&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. *Squeal!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8WkZHdzI/AAAAAAAAD8c/pm9mSAg474k/s1600/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551315849111369522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8WkZHdzI/AAAAAAAAD8c/pm9mSAg474k/s400/DSC01366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8VxSNYNI/AAAAAAAAD8M/fWY2i5FloTs/s1600/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551315835392188626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8VxSNYNI/AAAAAAAAD8M/fWY2i5FloTs/s400/DSC01321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teal nail polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8WIoLjjI/AAAAAAAAD8U/OtxyUn77Y8g/s1600/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551315841658359346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo8WIoLjjI/AAAAAAAAD8U/OtxyUn77Y8g/s400/DSC01391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-7792844264143307531?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/7792844264143307531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=7792844264143307531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7792844264143307531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/7792844264143307531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-posts.html' title='Random posts'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/TQo9ewYSiXI/AAAAAAAAD9U/KtXU_AL6Iv0/s72-c/DSC01685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-9092075312033995674</id><published>2010-12-12T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:26:43.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>是我没有陪在你身边当你寂寞时后。</title><content type='html'>I don't wish to be reminded of the past. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;People change, even if it's not willingly, it's due to forcible circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;The previous late night conversations, the anticipation, the happiness, the classic ;) you did to make me smile, the only one I always look forward to his online popup in msn, the one that makes sure I'll take care of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone to...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-9092075312033995674?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/9092075312033995674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=9092075312033995674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9092075312033995674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/9092075312033995674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='是我没有陪在你身边当你寂寞时后。'/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-6492786440762100723</id><published>2010-12-06T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:41:17.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live well. Love much. Laugh often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my heading for the blog, and I love this quote as much as I love hot pink. Ironically, my life isn't as close to the meaning at all. The line between is thick like blood. Live well, nope. You do not consider stress as a form of living well. Love much, nope. I am starting to find that love is nothing but just another term for something that cannot be found. Maybe you can say Money is Love, and that's when I will reply this Love can yet to be found in my bank. Laugh often, nope. How do you laugh often when you already have difficulty forcing a weak smile on your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faking a brave front and pretending everything is alright, is never an easy task. There are some issues that makes you feel heart-throbbing, makes you feel like finding a isolated corner to hide, makes your heart sinks and cringes away from the world, like a seashell. I'm so so so so so sensitive recently, that littlest things would make me feel this way. Perhaps it's the BIGGEST issue that triggers the smaller issues. Everything, everybody seems to be going against me. MSTs, License, Work, etc. And I came to realise that I was partially gobbled down by a group of sharks in the sea, for I am just a tiny clown fish easily targeted. When I thought of their offers, it made me boils because all working people have one motive --to slaughter and eat the newbies as much as they could. There's definitely no genuine friendship between hi-bye colleagues, especially those 'old birds'. But well, you pay peanut, you get monkey. You want low cost, you get low quality. That's that. Life is like this, and working life is like that. Humans are weird beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the saddest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it's when I realised I'm facing these alone without you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37688130-6492786440762100723?l=douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/feeds/6492786440762100723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37688130&amp;postID=6492786440762100723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6492786440762100723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37688130/posts/default/6492786440762100723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceur-essentielle.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-well.html' title=''/><author><name>JOJO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13407073051682732165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXglmVLhE3Y/S62e8s1z8vI/AAAAAAAADiQ/3EBUMvxN3Es/S220/ojojojojo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37688130.post-3662073952202474214</id><published>2010-12-04T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:17:03.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love.</title><content type='html'>The worst month, ever. What a way to end 2010, when I thought this year is supposed to be a memorable one. Yes, indeed. It's just memories that are left with me. I hate this feeling, the feeling that your efforts have gone down the drain, giving up and letting go... I was preparing myself to expect such situation to happen, but I didn't know it would happen this quickly. I thought I was braver and stronger, but until yesterday... I realised this will never be an easy task. I know, there is no point hol
