<?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-36727363</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:42:37.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll blow you kisses everyday..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2419745167665426590</id><published>2011-02-08T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T02:25:28.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my secret hideout.</title><content type='html'>I think i've abandoned this place long enough to make this my secret hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, thoughts that have been running through my mind just made me not sure if he's the one for me. of course i've been holding back all of it. he's all in all, great. so much that i call him my dream guy all the time. but he certainly has a way to always make me feel like our equation is impossible to be balanced. he's none like any other ordinary boyfriend. he's usually not there, not unless i need him, that or i go to him. and i only believe that circumstances will deteriorate instead of the other way. No matter how hard i try, i know i can never turn the table around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing to past relationships, I've always had the upperhand. Not that I'm asking to be above, but now that I've found myself a really good chap, i'm never terribly good; only good enough perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just go. This soreness kicks in far too often, I don't even know where to hide anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2419745167665426590?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2419745167665426590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2419745167665426590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-secret-hideout.html' title='my secret hideout.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4691660856115271357</id><published>2010-06-07T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:11:00.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long awaited journey-to-come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We can afford to be blind, but we can't afford to not breathe the air from all around this beautiful globe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore is simply too small to feed my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; - about the way this world works, about the way I should be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4691660856115271357?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4691660856115271357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4691660856115271357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-awaited-journey-to-come.html' title='long awaited journey-to-come'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3019116402405086342</id><published>2010-05-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:00:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ForYouIWill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently Ive been helping a friend to promote this electronic cigarette, branded 'Halo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all began when one of my friends was using it the other day we went out for dinner and drinks, and he took this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUuNjGLOI/AAAAAAAACqk/FmbDvXMtz6A/s1600/halo+device.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 39px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408845936615369954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUuNjGLOI/AAAAAAAACqk/FmbDvXMtz6A/s400/halo+device.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we saw smoke and the blue light at the tip of the cigarette when he inhaled it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was a smoke replacement device, similar to nicotine patches and gums to curb his addiction because he’s been saying over for a godzillion years that he is gonna quit smoking. And I think it's kinda working for him. Better air for us somemore. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to his theory, if he can quit, GOOD FOR HIM. If he can use it to cut-down on cigarettes, better than nothing. If all else fails, he’s got one hell of a cool gad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUukZSxvI/AAAAAAAACqs/HhY9qXN6ybY/s1600/standard+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get to showoff. ha So i guess it's pretty cool..really like this whole concept. Besides, it's cheaper than smoking ciggs in the long run. So why not, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUukZSxvI/AAAAAAAACqs/HhY9qXN6ybY/s1600/standard+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408845942748268274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUukZSxvI/AAAAAAAACqs/HhY9qXN6ybY/s400/standard+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The website is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.triplehalo.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.triplehalo.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if any of you all wanna check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUu2lGXXI/AAAAAAAACq0/v4TpPCFBZEk/s1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408845947629624690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUu2lGXXI/AAAAAAAACq0/v4TpPCFBZEk/s400/logo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For yourself, a friend, or loved one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For cleaner air, prettier teeth, unrotting-whichever-body-part, fairer lungs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3019116402405086342?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3019116402405086342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3019116402405086342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/foryouiwill.html' title='ForYouIWill.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SxAUuNjGLOI/AAAAAAAACqk/FmbDvXMtz6A/s72-c/halo+device.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4822368171383929038</id><published>2009-11-10T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:47:34.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have the power to change, if you try enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amidst all the mails, junk or not, I'm glad I filtered my mailbox today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"hi qiyin jiejie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks soooooo much for scanning my photo for me! you literally saved my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;su ting(su yuan's sis)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just how sweet is that. Finally something that warmed my heart today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A heavy-hearted day. Test tomorrow, and a project I haven't started brainstorming on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't need no rest, you just need power.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4822368171383929038?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4822368171383929038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4822368171383929038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-have-power-to-change-if-you-try.html' title='you have the power to change, if you try enough.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1193181337161627618</id><published>2009-11-07T01:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:40:08.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She-is-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know..I was supposed to be studying. I ended up doing this. And why is it that I keep feeling the one before adjustment is fatter than the one after? I didn't think lighting plays sucha big role. And how do I make the photo less noisy? I know right. Get a better camera. I WISHH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway I wanted to photoshop a different background. But...I got lazy. what the heck. Photoshopping's not even fun. It's plain tiresome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRmhryyeII/AAAAAAAACqE/67PxoOANSK8/s1600-h/DSC03367.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401054582001531010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRmhryyeII/AAAAAAAACqE/67PxoOANSK8/s400/DSC03367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRmK6YulqI/AAAAAAAACp8/KF7qFYohTZo/s1600-h/DSC03367-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401054190781765282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRmK6YulqI/AAAAAAAACp8/KF7qFYohTZo/s400/DSC03367-new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRhZEgb2JI/AAAAAAAACpc/jmv7tk4EprU/s1600-h/DSC03234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401048936458475666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRhZEgb2JI/AAAAAAAACpc/jmv7tk4EprU/s400/DSC03234.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to some technical fault, my posts got deleted. So let me exclaim once more. I'm so going to Broadway Beng.... k nevermind. the excitement no longer lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM STILL SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1193181337161627618?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1193181337161627618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1193181337161627618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-is-love.html' title='She-is-love'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvRmhryyeII/AAAAAAAACqE/67PxoOANSK8/s72-c/DSC03367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1017059113387318089</id><published>2009-11-06T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:44:15.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milking Donkeys In-Progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody noticed I cut my hair!&lt;br /&gt;Malvin didn't. Natalie didn't. Vernon didn't. Mum didn't. Dad didn't. Soohann didn't. In fact, nobody has mentioned thus far, "aye you cut your hair" to me. I wonder why. Don't my fringe look very different from before? I so prefer it being at this length now. Irritates me less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvL8ygV3iAI/AAAAAAAACpE/qDExECwHgyU/s1600-h/DSC03169+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400656847775959042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvL8ygV3iAI/AAAAAAAACpE/qDExECwHgyU/s400/DSC03169+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvL8zDFmNRI/AAAAAAAACpM/pSmMGSH1trc/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400656857102955794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvL8zDFmNRI/AAAAAAAACpM/pSmMGSH1trc/s400/DSC03345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For zebras' sake, I look youngerr.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1017059113387318089?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1017059113387318089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1017059113387318089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/milking-donkeys-in-progress.html' title='Milking Donkeys In-Progress.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SvL8ygV3iAI/AAAAAAAACpE/qDExECwHgyU/s72-c/DSC03169+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1434126049383861903</id><published>2009-10-20T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:57:03.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe in, breathe out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you think life is moving wayyy too fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't even feel my long wkend break, and tomorrow's school day again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow. I've not completed much, really. In terms of catching up in school work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I spent a whooping total of 300bucks ytd in town. wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I feel really uncontrollable in my diet lately. Ive been eating non-stop. So I went for a swim this afternn after I woke up. Can't stop eating, then I gotta start moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the thing; I finally recognise how to help push myself to work harder. My theory is that, I'm not one whom you pile a whole chunk of target for me to achieve and I'll work towards them. On the contrary, I get very turned off. What I'm gona do is to aim really low, and do more bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say my swim today, I aimed for a quick 10laps. I ended up completing a quick 20laps without any mind struggle. By lowering my expectations, I feel good about achieving them, then I do more to feel even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating. I want to slow down so that I can have more time to do more things. Time management? c'mon. I suck at that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ive been forgetting things now and then. An organiser really ain't much of a help. I need pig's brains, almond and sardines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm. minus the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay, off to meet the nic and kr for dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ive to be back for tutorial and....ok, not gona target more. Prolly won't even be able to complete a tutorial because Ive to read up the whole chapter before I can attempt. freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1434126049383861903?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1434126049383861903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1434126049383861903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-you-think-life-is-moving-wayyy-too.html' title='breathe in, breathe out..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2359842879464110757</id><published>2009-10-16T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:32:22.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could have flown to Hongkong or anywhere nearby for a short holiday last night, and be back next tuesday. How fantabulous right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No school till next wed. Loveeee it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But well, i am covered with 2 more assignments, 4 more tutorials. Plus I'm getting a new proj next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since when were school days this stressful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just finished reading a book, and restored my computer from all the junk programs I downloaded the last 2 nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am pretty hesitant about starting a new book. Because I think I'm gona take a long while to finish it, just as long as I took for this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think I took 3weeks. Not to mention that it was a simple one. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention? I baked the most successful cheesecake ever last month. Am so so so proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/StgTBrAXeSI/AAAAAAAACoc/t4TcWY4H8Gs/s1600-h/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393081473221228834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/StgTBrAXeSI/AAAAAAAACoc/t4TcWY4H8Gs/s400/DSC03133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terminate that procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im gon complete one tutorial before heading out.&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/36727363-2359842879464110757?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2359842879464110757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2359842879464110757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/StgTBrAXeSI/AAAAAAAACoc/t4TcWY4H8Gs/s72-c/DSC03133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-48338762380703670</id><published>2009-10-06T01:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:38:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No LAW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was reminded that I own a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, totally went off my mind for quite a long period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389170922250085874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsouZpaUpfI/AAAAAAAACm0/foB11MI92cg/s400/collage+of+us!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Timbre @substation once again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, was busy at work then school lately. Plus I haven't got the diligence to bring my cam out for photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrr0edu-BI/AAAAAAAACnM/BoAZStQTQhI/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389379190865721362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrr0edu-BI/AAAAAAAACnM/BoAZStQTQhI/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsrrzfGgPZI/AAAAAAAACm8/2J6x4COL3Ak/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389379173856853394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsrrzfGgPZI/AAAAAAAACm8/2J6x4COL3Ak/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrwd7Qn2dI/AAAAAAAACoM/7v25URkuvpQ/s1600-h/3+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389384301016504786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrwd7Qn2dI/AAAAAAAACoM/7v25URkuvpQ/s400/3+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsrwVmlCMGI/AAAAAAAACoE/aDX2AERHeDc/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389384158026018914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsrwVmlCMGI/AAAAAAAACoE/aDX2AERHeDc/s400/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsruAjH6eSI/AAAAAAAACnk/LoTGa8jnnDw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389381597298063650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsruAjH6eSI/AAAAAAAACnk/LoTGa8jnnDw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marina Barrage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrr0lMP88I/AAAAAAAACnU/fzGX4tFCNyg/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389379192671433666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrr0lMP88I/AAAAAAAACnU/fzGX4tFCNyg/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Our first Mario jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrrz-aUJEI/AAAAAAAACnE/38gxwI43SgI/s1600-h/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389379182261445698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Ssrrz-aUJEI/AAAAAAAACnE/38gxwI43SgI/s400/61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had loadsa fun playing with the cam that night. And how everyone at the field of marina barrage laughed like mad when one guy went.."AHH!! LA BI XIAO XING DUAN LE!!!" he was yelling at the top of his voice because his crayon shinchan kite broke. how cute. All were staring blankly as his kite dive down towards the waters, but they were lucky enough to find the wind bringing it up again. And how Jane Khan encouraged TK to speed (3-4traffic police we spotted immediately after), then her next attempt to make him toss a lightstick into the waters from the viewing field when the patrolling police was walking towards us. haha she's a bad peer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-48338762380703670?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/48338762380703670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/48338762380703670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-law.html' title='No LAW.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SsouZpaUpfI/AAAAAAAACm0/foB11MI92cg/s72-c/collage+of+us!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-968141411520654841</id><published>2009-09-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:28:33.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoLessThanNothing.IHaveYouAllAndIt'sGoodEnough</title><content type='html'>I had the most fabulous birthday celebrations this year! My heart were filled with sincere grins and a truckload of love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for being so sweet! And I thank god for what I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherished and well-contained!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Qiyin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-968141411520654841?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/968141411520654841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/968141411520654841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/nolessthannothingihaveyouallanditsgoode.html' title='NoLessThanNothing.IHaveYouAllAndIt&apos;sGoodEnough'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4257916371012942963</id><published>2009-08-16T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:12:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PokedMeWithLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DADDY GAVE ME $200 CASH VOUCHER TO SHOP AT TAKA AS MY BDAY GIFT! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But well....he got it from his company's D&amp;amp;D lucky draw. -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevermind. I'm still really excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im thinking $200 should be able to feed me a large longchomp or a new agnes b for school! But a longchomp will only cost me less than $190+..so maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(yes, i am a miser here. i do not wish to waste that few bucks. But hey, wealthy people are always bald and stingy. At least I'm half there y'know..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh the not-that-fantastic thing is, I won't have an excuse to make him buy me a Lomo cam for my bday,can I? Nah. I shan't. Maybe I'll just ask for a supp card. And I'll sign for a lomo cam with that. HAHA. just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Batam on 22nd-23rd! Please don't say that I'm rich. I know this is the 3rd trip within 3mths. Since it is so, you should have all the reasons to think that I am gona be really broke after this trip. I haven't worked much this holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yes, I am shamelessly impoverished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rui called me and told me about the bday celebration we should have together. Sounds like a lot of fun. And I'm going to do blood donation tomorrow. I'm afraid of needles, but lets just put it as I'm doing a really small, good deed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4257916371012942963?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4257916371012942963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4257916371012942963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/pokemewithlove.html' title='PokedMeWithLove'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6560503423638302736</id><published>2009-08-06T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:26:34.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Perhaps you'll always think that you've gotten over something that used to be so very important to you, but you haven't in deep.&lt;br /&gt;The wrench in my heart when I heard the song 'No Air' by Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks was fucktastic.&lt;br /&gt;Although it didn't drill tears, it's wrong to even feel that way. Not something that falls within my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again, I deliberated the song to play on. And I was numbed at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I reminiscing?&lt;br /&gt;The lost in faith yet unwillingness to let go at stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;The lonely wakeboarding days, when I watched him and couldn't do anything about it. I finally know what it stood by "so near, yet so far".&lt;br /&gt;The days in awe and hope that got smacked right back in my face.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the times when the other him came along and reminded me how I ought to have lived my life right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me how I'm supposed to live with no air. Can't breathe, can't live with no air.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may like to think this is another emo post, but if I never faced this, I'll never find out that this time, I have truly recovered from it. Congratulate me, mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through all the old posts. Deleted them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all thats left. Nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6560503423638302736?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6560503423638302736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6560503423638302736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-else.html' title='What else?'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-178293618581962826</id><published>2009-08-05T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:37:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyAgendaIsCrystalClear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesson learnt. To keep my lips sealed in case I invite mockery again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been busy. And even though I'm exhausted. I must say that I enjoy what's keeping me busy lately. Haven't been leading a fanciful lifestyle, but I'm really contented for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a simple wish right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To enjoy dinner at home tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm gona make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toast to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-178293618581962826?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/178293618581962826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/178293618581962826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/myagendaiscrystalclear.html' title='MyAgendaIsCrystalClear'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-579646872753259977</id><published>2009-07-31T01:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:15:04.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IWasNeverTooFar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHbaLS9jqI/AAAAAAAAClc/BWMbY0PT5zA/s1600-h/6760_134618845489_682765489_3641225_5235162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309873930374818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHbaLS9jqI/AAAAAAAAClc/BWMbY0PT5zA/s400/6760_134618845489_682765489_3641225_5235162_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHabKe1mJI/AAAAAAAAClU/6Gk3VRZxETk/s1600-h/6760_134618850489_682765489_3641226_6161332_n-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364308791379990674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHabKe1mJI/AAAAAAAAClU/6Gk3VRZxETk/s400/6760_134618850489_682765489_3641226_6161332_n-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wana pick up photography!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHcDMRHB7I/AAAAAAAACls/B4HICqUUbYA/s1600-h/DSC02334-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364310578565679026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHcDMRHB7I/AAAAAAAACls/B4HICqUUbYA/s400/DSC02334-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wish I can afford one too. But I decided to get a lomo one of these days instead. It's a cheaper source to cool funky shots. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, taiwan was pretty fun. We eat and shop everyday. So we kinda de-boosted Sg's GDP a little by way overspending on top of my budget. haha And we didn't manage to try the duck tongues. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met the dudes for 'Public Enemies'. GOOD SHOW! Go catch it. Am gona catch Harry Potter and Hangover soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I finally had Quiznos Sub! mineee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHlAeavSyI/AAAAAAAACl8/D7lFf3pCOAo/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364320427502947106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHlAeavSyI/AAAAAAAACl8/D7lFf3pCOAo/s400/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*edited: It can't possibly be and I won't let Vernon secretly be happy about my wrong expression! *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vernon stumped me *&lt;s&gt;with&lt;/s&gt; by gulping this 12" long **sub** all by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;** double edited! because.......&lt;br /&gt;Vernon: STILL SOUNDS WRONG!! just that now it makes me look like a dirty gay slut. **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHlAIhGwiI/AAAAAAAACl0/Qin2Evz4YwM/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364320421624070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHlAIhGwiI/AAAAAAAACl0/Qin2Evz4YwM/s400/DSC02635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And sethalite who claims he doesn't wants to be in the photo but is secretly posing for it. Think I don't know..... -.- tsks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHmnno3PvI/AAAAAAAACmE/LQA1JzL1OJw/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364322199504633586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHmnno3PvI/AAAAAAAACmE/LQA1JzL1OJw/s400/DSC02634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I actually still prefer Subway although Quiznos is really quite good and as affordable as Subway. Guess I just like the selection of ingredients that Quiznos don't provide. Vernon and I wanted to ask where Fareast Sq was as we weren't sure which building it was. Then this women who works at Toastbox told us she didn't know where Fareast Sq was. When we found it some 2 minutes later, we realised Fareast Sq was approx less than 10m, in front of Toastbox itself. -_-" Ok. I shouldn't laugh at her. Im just as bimbotic as her at times.. or worse. Life sucks. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. Sleeping time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-579646872753259977?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/579646872753259977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/579646872753259977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/iwasnevertoofar.html' title='IWasNeverTooFar'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SnHbaLS9jqI/AAAAAAAAClc/BWMbY0PT5zA/s72-c/6760_134618845489_682765489_3641225_5235162_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6140562584958099295</id><published>2009-07-17T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:29:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LionTingles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The old smiles that you never want to erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sl9WRp9Sn_I/AAAAAAAAClE/o9IkRapAauI/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359096942914871282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sl9WRp9Sn_I/AAAAAAAAClE/o9IkRapAauI/s400/DSC02326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; An old game, but you never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sl9WR2MSD_I/AAAAAAAAClM/5BFRVvWYYYM/s1600-h/DSC02327-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359096946198974450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sl9WR2MSD_I/AAAAAAAAClM/5BFRVvWYYYM/s400/DSC02327-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blur lion is going to Korea for exchange. Am so gona miss her miss her miss her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;05/01/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll see you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6140562584958099295?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6140562584958099295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6140562584958099295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/liontingles.html' title='LionTingles'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sl9WRp9Sn_I/AAAAAAAAClE/o9IkRapAauI/s72-c/DSC02326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6175468554038154856</id><published>2009-07-16T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:36:43.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rocks of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lovers Friends Flings Enemies&lt;br /&gt;Balance the past, the present and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you find love, you don't have to ask if it is love. It's like you only ask if you're dreaming when you're dreaming. You don't actually ask yourself that when you're awake."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been tiring thus far. I wonder how long I can hold on for.&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of work before I take a break for my taiwan trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life has been enticing or attractive. But I sure enjoy nights of chilling out with my &lt;s&gt;gays&lt;/s&gt; dudes. *aha You guys rock!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6175468554038154856?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6175468554038154856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6175468554038154856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/rocks-of-my-life.html' title='the rocks of my life'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-822811278416393601</id><published>2009-07-13T23:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:21:18.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped off temptations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a sudden craving for subway. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you know that retainers act like diet pills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, you can't eat with them on. So in order to eat, you got to spit out your retainers (at the washroom) and gargle and gargle and gargle before and after you eat. So that sucks, and pretty much pisses me from eating at times. At least I resisted buying a whole chunk of snacks. But well, it never really stops a glutton like me. And I'm sticking to normal meals now that I'm working. I can never understand how I managed to survive eating so much in the past.. As you should know, I'm the type who puts on weight even from eating 3 normal meals per day w/o side snacks. (oh fuck. I just did it today.) Perhaps I was a skinny bitch my past life who prayed everyday to be plump my next life ay.. FATS CRUELTY. Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway, I finally caught transformers yesterday with zhenhui! We had ichiban sushi at hougang mall (all-time favourite!) before the show. And I kept asking him to watch big bang theory with me on my itouch but he refused to. WELL, THATS HIS LOSS! ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im thinking..if I should bring my laptop to Taiwan. It's damn heavy..so it's probably gona be a huge burden to me. But I'm kind of the type who itches from not using the comp for a day. And I wana watch shows in the hotel and on the plane. If I were to rip all the shows into mp4 and transfer them into my itouch. thats gona turn me into a gray stone seriously. But well..I guess I shall just go light, and live w/o my laptop for 8days. Finally tugged the luggage into my room. But it's not progressing from there. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And..subway melt...Im actually craving for ham, cheese and tuna! Yum dum dum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-822811278416393601?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/822811278416393601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/822811278416393601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/ripped-off-temptations.html' title='Ripped off temptations'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5290617990715565079</id><published>2009-07-10T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:19:18.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MakeThatHeartMine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SlctehpAyAI/AAAAAAAACkc/gCWiMa6Redo/s1600-h/DSC02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356800284230207490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SlctehpAyAI/AAAAAAAACkc/gCWiMa6Redo/s400/DSC02323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Slguzj134tI/AAAAAAAACks/mIRrBuXFEdE/s1600-h/DSC02325-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357083220086612690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Slguzj134tI/AAAAAAAACks/mIRrBuXFEdE/s400/DSC02325-.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't reach out for hearts that don't belong..&lt;/em&gt;&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/36727363-5290617990715565079?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5290617990715565079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5290617990715565079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/makethatheartmine.html' title='MakeThatHeartMine.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SlctehpAyAI/AAAAAAAACkc/gCWiMa6Redo/s72-c/DSC02323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1210160536001044022</id><published>2009-07-04T00:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:12:57.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BackWithABanggg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49o_yORUI/AAAAAAAACi8/ijLbMx_kZxU/s1600-h/DSC02298-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354284781516244290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49o_yORUI/AAAAAAAACi8/ijLbMx_kZxU/s400/DSC02298-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49pfWDB7I/AAAAAAAACjM/7rwfftayzHw/s1600-h/DSC02278-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354284789988001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49pfWDB7I/AAAAAAAACjM/7rwfftayzHw/s400/DSC02278-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49pMF6EiI/AAAAAAAACjE/uVEM-6Ks7sA/s1600-h/DSC02280-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354284784820032034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49pMF6EiI/AAAAAAAACjE/uVEM-6Ks7sA/s400/DSC02280-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk47-InFwUI/AAAAAAAACi0/kt27L0HcZ3Y/s1600-h/DSC02305-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282945639465282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk47-InFwUI/AAAAAAAACi0/kt27L0HcZ3Y/s400/DSC02305-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk479yAmBdI/AAAAAAAACis/MfV_XqhjQt0/s1600-h/DSC02311-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354282939572422098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk479yAmBdI/AAAAAAAACis/MfV_XqhjQt0/s400/DSC02311-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuckkk..Blogger super won't give face can. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;So 5 pictures for now till they do some self-reflections! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had loads of fun over there in Australia! I'll venture into other parts of it the next time. I went casino for the first time in my life and won $26o! my dad won...um $26.40 out of $90million aussie dollar lotto. haha well, it's better than nothing! We met a racist cum menopausing woman. And not forgetting that we met handsome road-pavers to this awesomely cute pizza boy. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All credits to my cousins who made this trip oh so fun! My childhood would never have been a memorable one without them..or rather, it's not just gona be childhood! Many many things I can tell..but lets just confine it to thus short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Im there, I miss Singapore. But when Im back...I really really miss being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to Taiwan in 2weeks' time!!!&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/36727363-1210160536001044022?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1210160536001044022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1210160536001044022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/backwithabanggg.html' title='BackWithABanggg..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sk49o_yORUI/AAAAAAAACi8/ijLbMx_kZxU/s72-c/DSC02298-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1406759790118579427</id><published>2009-06-25T04:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:23:58.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PacifiedButNotSatisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4am in the morning here, I am left with less than twelve hours, but I am not done packing. Neither am I feeling the anticipation nor excitement yet. I suppose it's cos time is really passing so quick that I can hardly feel it coming. I will feel it soon. I just need to smell the airport. Love that specific scent of the airport. Just got back home. And rui is still the sameeee. I had vegetarian food with her. haha Don't ever make me a permanent vegetarian. I will kill you, then myself. tsk. Thinking of a Bali weekend trip sometime in July. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I was just thinking.. How is it that some people can say what they don't mean, and yet not lying at the same time? I couldn't find a satisfying answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time for bed. Gona have to wake up slight earlier to finish up packing. I hate cold countries, because I don't have a wide selection of clothes to choose from. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know Im gona have a hell lotta fun there. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1406759790118579427?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1406759790118579427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1406759790118579427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/pacifiedbutnotsatisfied.html' title='PacifiedButNotSatisfied'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4057374818366348997</id><published>2009-06-24T14:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:01:52.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IWishAllWasNoJoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I accidentally deleted all the photos we took during our bakery process while transferring to my comp. I AM SO UPSET! ):&lt;br /&gt;I know it's bimbotic and typical of me lar. Don't remind me..&lt;br /&gt;Was telling Zhenhui how sad I was..and he told me..he can't understand how i feel. But asked if it was like him realising that hg mall's food court renovated and having to find his tie ban mian stall missing. Haha I guess he can put it that way.. Neither can I understand how he can get upset over this for days.. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SkHMe9KTKhI/AAAAAAAACfs/Hw5Eo23SI0w/s1600-h/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350782664478763538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SkHMe9KTKhI/AAAAAAAACfs/Hw5Eo23SI0w/s400/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are all I have..make do with it la. Our Cheesecake Brownie tastes great and looks great! I miss making cheesecake though. Perhaps I'll do it when I'm back from Aust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We caught Monsters vs Aliens after baking yesterday. So funny. Then when we decided to catch Tale of Desperaux..it was a whole new level. so we shut it off and chit chatted till like morning. Can you imagine how many words we spoke to each other..? I love girls talk. But I'll prefer to be nicely showered and to be lying on a cushion couch or something. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SkHMetS4JiI/AAAAAAAACfk/H6FKTvKT0FE/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350782660219774498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SkHMetS4JiI/AAAAAAAACfk/H6FKTvKT0FE/s400/DSC01725.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Okays. I really gotta run and pack..damn scary to be leaving tmr and still unsure what to bring for my trip. Meeting darling rui and yuezhi tonight @downtown east! time please don't flyyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4057374818366348997?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4057374818366348997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4057374818366348997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/iwishallwasnojoke.html' title='IWishAllWasNoJoke'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SkHMe9KTKhI/AAAAAAAACfs/Hw5Eo23SI0w/s72-c/DSC01726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3457506608770713584</id><published>2009-06-23T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:26:58.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDon'tWantToExperienceHeaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO. I haven't packed my luggage. And I seriously think I'm gona suffer a panic attack within the next 48hours..but here I am still very relaxed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C'mon. Chill with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May the lord bless all chillers. Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did a popup card just now at 10pm! Took almost an hour to complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For what? UM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really don't know. I was just bored. So I thought, might as well give it a try, and I can always conveniently use it for the next many birthdays to come! But I doubt I'll have any more time to spare. When I return from Aust, I'll start work the following week. And when school reopens, I'll have 2 tutees instead of 1. holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haven't been sleeping early nor waking up early for a very very long while. Am dreading it so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why won't my dad pay me $1K per month to clean the house instead.....I don't mind being his personal maid. oyar. I forgot my mum is a free labour already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think I shall spend some time packing now before I tune into the sleeping frequency. zz zzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO BAKE chocolate cheesecake when shirin and mike comes over tomorrow! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okays. i think i need to sleep. tuition tomorrow. bur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: I did not pack..once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3457506608770713584?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3457506608770713584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3457506608770713584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/idontwanttoexperienceheaven.html' title='IDon&apos;tWantToExperienceHeaven'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7391852893022548922</id><published>2009-06-21T19:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:16:15.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FoulMood, totally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to not waste time. I shall do things that will cheer myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realise it's a waste of time to entertain people who all superficially can't be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right. For saying things like, I didn't force him to do this and that for me..I didn't force him to talk to me..etc got me labelled as being bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't ask for anything in return when I do things willingly for friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's somewhat my bad for receiving things I didn't ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got bitchy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I need to start warning everyone that it's not gona be easy talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I may not appreciate anything you do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats that.&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/36727363-7391852893022548922?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7391852893022548922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7391852893022548922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/foulmood-totally.html' title='FoulMood, totally.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4460942977974009216</id><published>2009-06-19T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:01:56.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnuggleUpTheMojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caught drag me to hell last night with a whole bunch of people. 1o of us in total, and math pro lovelee go count as 11. we bought 11 tixs. the storyline sucks man. damn gross a show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengwee: siao liao..siao liao..siao liao. siao liao..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suppered @ serangoon prata shop before we mahjonged. Lovelee, kim choonchoon and i went to have breakfast while sethphanie concussed at lovelee's.LL and I came back and slept till 12+. Went for lunch and collected my pay at ubi. I've got good pay this time! so..that spells a yes, im gona go back to work with them. Then lovelee and I went to hougang mall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I walked around like a sucker..i think it's printed on my forehead already. I bought a tub of hair mask, 3 bottles of shampoo, 1 bottle of hair conditioner from 3different stores. -___-" like ive got that much hair to wash like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so not prepared to go to aust next wk!! no clothes to bring! i think im gona suffer a panic attack soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm really very tired..imagine a fat me bouncing onto my bed and the waves of spring effect that follow. oks. gona sleep like... in counts of last 10mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q&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/36727363-4460942977974009216?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4460942977974009216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4460942977974009216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/snuggleupthemojo.html' title='SnuggleUpTheMojo'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2617342995156066713</id><published>2009-06-18T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:31:39.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodGirls.O'Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjndbRhKDqI/AAAAAAAACe0/78mWGsojLyc/s1600-h/DSC01702-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348549493107855010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjndbRhKDqI/AAAAAAAACe0/78mWGsojLyc/s400/DSC01702-horz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjnhZFkr5GI/AAAAAAAACfU/SX16lQ51DmE/s1600-h/DSC01703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348553853588202594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjnhZFkr5GI/AAAAAAAACfU/SX16lQ51DmE/s400/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjnhZSfR6VI/AAAAAAAACfc/l6kmZ6U6vW8/s1600-h/DSC01703-horz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348553857055189330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjnhZSfR6VI/AAAAAAAACfc/l6kmZ6U6vW8/s400/DSC01703-horz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjndbHFS88I/AAAAAAAACes/G_cNqV1UNEs/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348549490306642882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjndbHFS88I/AAAAAAAACes/G_cNqV1UNEs/s400/DSC01701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am growing horizontally again..Spent a lot on cabs yesterday. And I shopped again! love to waste money on stupid things like..specs, shades etc..but if i don't get them, i'll keep thinking of them. haha And ger tempted me into buying a skirt i already have, in a different color. ahs. nvm. girls' dictionary never has 'too many'. Then we dined in at Manhatten Fish Market with Yihui and kept bugging her to sew us this beachwear tube dress we saw at bugis earlier. It's really damn nicee! All the talks about boys, girls, and issue about Kent cheating on geraldine..OK I'm kidding.(before he emos) he is the last man on earth who will ever cheat, i truly believe. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And everytime we hang out with Yihui..where do we end up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dbl O of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k lar. this time we suggested it cause we know she'll most prefer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drink, dance, holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got a shock when asked what we'll like to drink, G said, "order beer la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And drunkards are scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I know why they like to stare with eyes wide open, because they can't balance very well, hence they have to open wide to focus better and stare very hard at one spot so they won't topple and fall. And they must tilt their head 45deg cause everything is slanted to them. this' the prof Qiyin theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geraldine had swollen fingers. And I laughed non-stop. cos they looked so fat. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And she was so high that she kept insisting we go to a ktv pub after that. which we did at boat quay. But regretted immediately after we were more awoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up and checked my handphone this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Geraldine: Even my feet swell. Wtf. Alcohol poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lols. Anyway, Im officially not liking to club already, srsly. it's a very extremely tiring activity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what I'm having for breakfast now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocoa exotic. I'm a fat soul.&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/36727363-2617342995156066713?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2617342995156066713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2617342995156066713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/naughtygirlsontheloose.html' title='GoodGirls.O&apos;Gone'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjndbRhKDqI/AAAAAAAACe0/78mWGsojLyc/s72-c/DSC01702-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2431317740726823878</id><published>2009-06-17T04:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:09:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GottaBeChic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M BEST AT GAINING WEIGHT. LIKE WHAT ELSE IS MY FORTE RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to orchard to shop today! And I bought quite a couple of stuffs which no doubt, I need or I'll need.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Peiying and I caught Ghosts of Girlfriends Past which is quite nicee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We haven't like caught shows for a pretty long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oks, gotta sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's freakin 4.07am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Busy day ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/36727363-2431317740726823878?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2431317740726823878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2431317740726823878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/gottabechic.html' title='GottaBeChic'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5196630524806612779</id><published>2009-06-15T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:19:45.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yar Whee..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh. BEWARE! PAPARAZZIs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xYdWVdxI/AAAAAAAACdE/DaG9RNaDIio/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345264104000288530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xYdWVdxI/AAAAAAAACdE/DaG9RNaDIio/s400/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEIvMQQI/AAAAAAAACcc/nyWGXl_MjT8/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345261555846758658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEIvMQQI/AAAAAAAACcc/nyWGXl_MjT8/s400/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bright! Suddenly, I just don't know how to use my cam. darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vExv08nI/AAAAAAAACc8/cJSvdhNBysc/s1600-h/DSC01583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345261566855279218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vExv08nI/AAAAAAAACc8/cJSvdhNBysc/s400/DSC01583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch birthday boy turn into flour man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xYjIhtVI/AAAAAAAACdM/h_m0BD1WJ98/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345264105552983378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xYjIhtVI/AAAAAAAACdM/h_m0BD1WJ98/s400/DSC01584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Jason is under Kelvin's shirt..eeeeww..Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEngk42I/AAAAAAAACc0/oGV6CJkfukU/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345261564106957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEngk42I/AAAAAAAACc0/oGV6CJkfukU/s400/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Think I'll resort to mass murders if I was sabotaged to look so bad on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEgXNQpI/AAAAAAAACcs/cfpeDttkzh0/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345261562188612242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEgXNQpI/AAAAAAAACcs/cfpeDttkzh0/s400/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; KianHong and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEVKrEDI/AAAAAAAACck/GuRraZPZVos/s1600-h/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345261559183249458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4vEVKrEDI/AAAAAAAACck/GuRraZPZVos/s400/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like this pic, cos they were having so much fun. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xZEOE1sI/AAAAAAAACdc/2p-It5nefb8/s1600-h/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345264114434627266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xZEOE1sI/AAAAAAAACdc/2p-It5nefb8/s400/DSC01585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Bottom: K.E.L.V.I.N. = failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xY1SDPGI/AAAAAAAACdU/5yPdUaX3ZKs/s1600-h/DSC01590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345264110424767586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xY1SDPGI/AAAAAAAACdU/5yPdUaX3ZKs/s400/DSC01590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I went to ECP thrice in 5days..madness! It's damn far from my house..Went blading with Lien &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt;that day. And it was so hot. She barely perspired cos it was so easy for her. Haa. But at least I didn't fall! Am proud of my achievement. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjXzLOPGOUI/AAAAAAAACd8/-veLK6GnbHU/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347447506697861442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjXzLOPGOUI/AAAAAAAACd8/-veLK6GnbHU/s400/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Love east coast. But need God to shift it nearer to my place first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We dined in at Dian Xiao Er @ Airport T3 for a random dinner! Well, because I was supposed to send Yongping off to Aust..but, I didn't quite wana take a bus down..so I dragged my whole family down, and burnt a tiny hole in my bro's pocket. waha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_UajOCkI/AAAAAAAACeU/d6uSdiszM-o/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347460858761841218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_UajOCkI/AAAAAAAACeU/d6uSdiszM-o/s400/DSC01620.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their ducks were delicious. But I just tightened my braces, and was like really struggling in chewing.. =S And their power soup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_UAxvJEI/AAAAAAAACeM/6Vo02p0JKR0/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347460851843408962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_UAxvJEI/AAAAAAAACeM/6Vo02p0JKR0/s400/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_Ur2dTRI/AAAAAAAACec/1lf8VC5BtVQ/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347460863405935890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_Ur2dTRI/AAAAAAAACec/1lf8VC5BtVQ/s400/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_T5xXP4I/AAAAAAAACeE/3Xsv0MG9HSE/s1600-h/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347460849962794882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_T5xXP4I/AAAAAAAACeE/3Xsv0MG9HSE/s400/DSC01622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I went to find Yp @ T1. He's the white guy at the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_3GJezwI/AAAAAAAACek/bnFeVjAyk5s/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461454580600578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SjX_3GJezwI/AAAAAAAACek/bnFeVjAyk5s/s400/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; psst.. Mengalorewee should thank me for bending and making him look tall..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was the last day of PC Show. Working with the Garmin people was really really nice. Nice people. Unlike those from Sony - bitchy like hell. So if my pay's not too bad, I'll most prob go back and work for them again. If not..i'll consider other alternatives! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met vernon, zhenhui, eugene and mengwee after the show last night. Then we chilled at Starbucks Suntec before cabbing down to Simpang Bedok to supp. Stupid starbucks cheated Sy and my money! bought the 6drinks pass the other time, we ordered 4drinks and they chopped 5. ugh. and basically we didnt check lar. So..there goes. Think if we weren't tired, we could just chat all night long. Food there is not too bad..would have been real good if I was real hungry. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok! It's dad's birthday today. I gotta go get a cake. And that will be Cocoa Exotic, definitely! the most convenient and yummiest low end cake. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5196630524806612779?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5196630524806612779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5196630524806612779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/yar-whee.html' title='Yar Whee..!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si4xYdWVdxI/AAAAAAAACdE/DaG9RNaDIio/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5045605035406471177</id><published>2009-06-08T21:23:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:13:20.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lollipop` im falling ill again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're the bling queens! I proudly present, my mouse, my camera and Geraldine's hp! She helped me to bling my mouse. It's a huge contentment man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0SAg6-hFI/AAAAAAAACbc/H9bEN5jyUn8/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344948132805248082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0SAg6-hFI/AAAAAAAACbc/H9bEN5jyUn8/s400/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are 512 diamantes here..And I pasted them one by one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0SARmM4dI/AAAAAAAACbU/jmKK6A480ak/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344948128691577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0SARmM4dI/AAAAAAAACbU/jmKK6A480ak/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the handsome, Happi. Drooling at his dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UBaIdiZI/AAAAAAAACbs/wLDuxh5PaAc/s1600-h/DSC01591.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950347185883538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UBaIdiZI/AAAAAAAACbs/wLDuxh5PaAc/s400/DSC01591.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brush TEETH! The whole time, you just hear Geraldine go....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OIII..WHAT YOU DOINGGG....OPEN.. OPEN!!!!! ..OII! HAPPI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UB1oyVSI/AAAAAAAACb8/EDiNZhvoyPU/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950354569221410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UB1oyVSI/AAAAAAAACb8/EDiNZhvoyPU/s400/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UBpM59ZI/AAAAAAAACb0/06fViJrA9-o/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950351231055250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UBpM59ZI/AAAAAAAACb0/06fViJrA9-o/s400/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is so adorable, and obedient..well for most of the times lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UBGiCIAI/AAAAAAAACbk/R50FO0_91ro/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950341924429826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0UBGiCIAI/AAAAAAAACbk/R50FO0_91ro/s400/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Except that he's like super hyperactive.. after walks, we humans were so tired because he tends to be more dominating than us. And then he came biting his toy to me when we went back and wanted me to play tugging with him. but i enjoyed playing with him a lot! It's better than the previous round, I wanted to play with him, and he kept ignoring me. paiseh -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0Z1sRS3zI/AAAAAAAACcM/VwxZ5Ha_NVw/s1600-h/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344956742966107954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0Z1sRS3zI/AAAAAAAACcM/VwxZ5Ha_NVw/s400/DSC01610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KTV @ teoheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0ajiU5nRI/AAAAAAAACcU/g86AglPXXWo/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344957530570857746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0ajiU5nRI/AAAAAAAACcU/g86AglPXXWo/s400/DSC01609.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we headed to ECP Laguna for dinner. The food there is so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we saw Pierre Png. He is super super charming i tell ya. Jo and I can't stop looking at him. Andrea de cruz is soooo lucky! I think he's every girl's dream guy. Haha but DREAM only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I feel sick again. Been having headaches since..yesterday. Went for dental today, I can remove my braces in July, after I'm back from Aust. Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll post more pics the next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5045605035406471177?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5045605035406471177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5045605035406471177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/lollipop-im-falling-ill-again.html' title='lollipop` im falling ill again!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Si0SAg6-hFI/AAAAAAAACbc/H9bEN5jyUn8/s72-c/DSC00534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6120380764622958983</id><published>2009-06-04T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:59:56.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonkie donkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the stores were mostly closed..we wondered where these toy soldiers came from..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPUxqsibI/AAAAAAAACa0/Dkuu4yRz1xk/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185963758422450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPUxqsibI/AAAAAAAACa0/Dkuu4yRz1xk/s400/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPUytM7gI/AAAAAAAACa8/VO-3_WK8TK8/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185964037369346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPUytM7gI/AAAAAAAACa8/VO-3_WK8TK8/s400/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I was looking at this photo, analysing real hard where the 2 bright orange strips came from..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJUtyCDI/AAAAAAAACaU/3hLgw6VZszg/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185767008176178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJUtyCDI/AAAAAAAACaU/3hLgw6VZszg/s400/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like for damn long..really.... cos I remember ger wore yellow, bag's white and black. Neither should it come from me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok. I didnt know why i was so curious about that 2 strips ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I finally gave up and clicked to the next photo. And let my photo of the day explain what it is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibROg7uwdI/AAAAAAAACbE/WnIS5ZvfF9s/s1600-h/DSC01534-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343188055210508754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibROg7uwdI/AAAAAAAACbE/WnIS5ZvfF9s/s400/DSC01534-horz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah..WHAT'S NEW RIGHT?! I didn't even recall the 3rd cup of coke we had. Retardedly, I should have seen this photo earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ha. And yes, it's my favourite photo of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJdkqTpI/AAAAAAAACac/q-NvzjBH4Z0/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185769385840274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJdkqTpI/AAAAAAAACac/q-NvzjBH4Z0/s400/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DURIANS! I can spell durian ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZii8W9I/AAAAAAAACaM/fPgJvjUo0ao/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343184946087091154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZii8W9I/AAAAAAAACaM/fPgJvjUo0ao/s400/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZaeVZxI/AAAAAAAACaE/gWAKvtd2UV8/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343184943920277266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZaeVZxI/AAAAAAAACaE/gWAKvtd2UV8/s400/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZSq8XbI/AAAAAAAACZ8/snJUOuU6dyE/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343184941825678770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZSq8XbI/AAAAAAAACZ8/snJUOuU6dyE/s400/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZMbyRmI/AAAAAAAACZ0/l1CXEY_S8zA/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343184940151490146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibOZMbyRmI/AAAAAAAACZ0/l1CXEY_S8zA/s400/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Photo-Flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJhAgzCI/AAAAAAAACak/jbx-Lqhki30/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185770307963938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJhAgzCI/AAAAAAAACak/jbx-Lqhki30/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lol. f&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ine.. anything will do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJ1rxAcI/AAAAAAAACas/ZMFYdKJ3kJI/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185775858090434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPJ1rxAcI/AAAAAAAACas/ZMFYdKJ3kJI/s400/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; In summary, Geraldine and I went to True Fitness today. And we almost K.O.ed after a 20minutes jog. But we attended the Body Combat Class (Kickboxing). Damn fun, though it's a killer. Well, the good thing is..everyone around you is pushing you not to give up. Ha And we couldn't go on to our starlight yoga anymore. Too exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we traded Starlight yoga for steambath! And there was this damn gross women who was wrapped in a towel. She kept crossing her legs here and there..and both of us saw everything! uh. Perhaps she thought it was misty inside, and we wouldn't notice.. eew. (but I kinda thought maybe it was a beige panty with black patterns, which G said it wasn't! Haha) Later when we walked out of the steam room, I saw another naked women by accident as her shower curtain wasn't closed properly. walau. Therefore I was very concious of my surroundings when I showered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm so gona wear a pair of slipps next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After eating high calories durians, and a fried chicken. My exercises are so wasted. But..as we both like to think..it's NET gain zero. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, by the way..the trainer said that I am overweight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I may be chubby, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME.. OVERWEIGHT!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wtfffff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There must be many obese people in this world then. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you met someone as irritating as my dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning he came home with wanton mee for me. So he kept waking me up at 11 ish. I refused to. And he attempted to snatch my bolster away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after a couple of tugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: (extends the bolster towards him) give you lar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dad: hm.. dont want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(stuffed the bolster back at my face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;............................................ -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the whole time, he just kept making noises. mimicking monkey, dog etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like a kid trying to wake his parents up can. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, regarding the previous qn- If you've met someone as irritating as my dad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well YES. I met 2 irritating people today. No, at least my dad's loving. This is 1000times worser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's about a cab driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Driver: Do you know ar..there are a lot of people who leaves things behind in the cab? their wallets, hps etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: oh. yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought he was so kind to remind me not to leave behind valuables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But he went on to describe many cases he's encountered..and how he always drove back and returned them etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So by now, i thought he was just another damn talk non-stop kinda driver.. Till...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Driver: Yeah lar. you see, we christians know that we must be honest. Be kind, and we'll get repaid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH.WOW. I'm not a christian. But I know that too ley. How amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he started blabbering all about christianity and took out articles he photostated of which the headings read "Behold! God's chosen Prophet in the East! Holy Mount in Taiwan!" And he kept forcing me to take them out from the slot in the back of the seat to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I took out and took a few glances, slotted it back. It's obvious that I am NOT INTERESTED right. But he went on and on about it. So fine. I let him self-entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he kept saying the..you know? you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I told him. Oh. I know, I know..I'm a christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought he'ld shut up. But no, he wasn't that easy-going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He went on to tell me bible stories in chinese. I mean, I do know some of the bible stories..but when you're telling me in chinese..how am I suppose to understand?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mu Xi - guess who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tang Mu - guess who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazy fella. I totally showed it in his face that I was not interested, but he went on talking and talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the ride, he still forced me to take a few pieces of articles from his cab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To help him throw right? thats what I kindly did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not that I have anything against christianity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I studied in a christian school since kindergarten till secondary school. thats like 13years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I believe in some kind of existence of every god. No doubt, I will respect them so long as it's not a scary cult. if you have the faith in what you believe in, you will be blessed. And what matters most to me is one's character, which I believe in whichever good religion, it'll mould you into a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did Jesus teach him to be a disturbance? No what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Furthermore, it's infuriating that it's not even mainly about the love of god he was trying to influence. He was trying to promote his church!! Fucking irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try harder yoh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum found all my shorts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SieoFsrTeuI/AAAAAAAACbM/eR0Kd6qNzGA/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343424298743986914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SieoFsrTeuI/AAAAAAAACbM/eR0Kd6qNzGA/s400/DSC01550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, I missed you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: nana, don't tell my dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6120380764622958983?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6120380764622958983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6120380764622958983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonkie-donkies.html' title='wonkie donkies'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SibPUxqsibI/AAAAAAAACa0/Dkuu4yRz1xk/s72-c/DSC01531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6570403028587947097</id><published>2009-06-03T03:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:38:02.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights Out People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8B3iOzeI/AAAAAAAACZk/mVKin-awtrM/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342812904474201570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8B3iOzeI/AAAAAAAACZk/mVKin-awtrM/s400/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And there's Suyuan on my right. She's kinda..um, badly tanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8Boa3nGI/AAAAAAAACZc/9hFRk9ACBDI/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342812900416789602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8Boa3nGI/AAAAAAAACZc/9hFRk9ACBDI/s400/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Mw proposed! which means he wont have much time left to live. Haha he can forget about going vietnam! k lar. just kidding. play play only!!! Girlfriend, dont be angry k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peace &lt;strong&gt;\/&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(although it's better for the world if he gets slaughtered anyway. Ha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8Bct-iYI/AAAAAAAACZU/gYayMHZZsO8/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342812897275709826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8Bct-iYI/AAAAAAAACZU/gYayMHZZsO8/s400/DSC01529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sweated like a PIG. Really. I thought perspiration dripping all over my face, neck and back won't occur to me unless I exercise. Merely walked some distance home at night. The whole idea of our Earth dying is so critical. Will retail stores stop distributing plastic bags already!?! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No wonder True Fitness doesnt really conduct hot yoga classes anymore. Who needs Hot Yoga in a mad weather like this!! Speaking of which. I'm going to True Fitness tomorrow. Heh But I think I'll most likely sign up for Amore instead. Gona apply for financial aid soon, from Uncle Tay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleepover on Friday at Wong susu's. Gona be me, her and her 2nd sis. Havoc already la. How i wish my parents will leave me in sg alone and go overseas. =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6570403028587947097?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6570403028587947097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6570403028587947097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/nights-out-people.html' title='Nights Out People!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiV8B3iOzeI/AAAAAAAACZk/mVKin-awtrM/s72-c/DSC01519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6477773475995662989</id><published>2009-06-02T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:17:22.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GodKnows`</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO EXCITED TO BE ON THE SAME FLIGHT BACK FROM AUSSIE WITH MY DARLING SUYUAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A COINCIDENCE RIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOREOVER, I GOT THIS BIG FEELING SHE'S SEATED VERY NEAR ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I THINK) I PICKED 20 A/B/C THAT TIME , WHILE HERS' 19 A/B/C!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG. THIS IS SO WONDERFUL. &lt;em&gt;(not that I'm looking forward to be back in sg, but..i am happy!hee)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6477773475995662989?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6477773475995662989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6477773475995662989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/godknows.html' title='GodKnows`'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1189905978890270193</id><published>2009-06-02T01:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:11:50.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry*Cherry*Boom*Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY NEW PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQnzSkzSI/AAAAAAAACYk/JY_gBbzGgtA/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342413333937311010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQnzSkzSI/AAAAAAAACYk/JY_gBbzGgtA/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQnuCLl9I/AAAAAAAACYc/nO-x5abPmiI/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342413332526372818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQnuCLl9I/AAAAAAAACYc/nO-x5abPmiI/s400/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQneIK9lI/AAAAAAAACYU/pUM4Yg-411w/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342413328256530002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQneIK9lI/AAAAAAAACYU/pUM4Yg-411w/s400/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I decided to be random. So I wore 2 different shades of havaianas out that day. and did mani, pedi with different colors on both hands and feet! Cool right? tsks. I took damn long to pick the colors know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQSyo4M8EI/AAAAAAAACY0/9_lDxK0eUWs/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342415719144157250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQSyo4M8EI/AAAAAAAACY0/9_lDxK0eUWs/s400/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQSymJH8zI/AAAAAAAACYs/ML2dOm1wYuI/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342415718409827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQSymJH8zI/AAAAAAAACYs/ML2dOm1wYuI/s400/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was the look I headed out with..But I had no idea why I looked horrible in photos with this hairband when I was out. So I am not gona post those photos of me in the hairband and get criticised for the ugly style I had. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps: oh right. before you think cranky of me. of course Im past the age of wearing different slipps on each foot (*recalls how during sec school days, we'll wear different colored trial slipps out* eew.bad taste.), not to mention different nail colorrrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm done with Gossip Girls Season II. I kinda prefer the previous season. it really got boring towards the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1189905978890270193?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1189905978890270193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1189905978890270193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/cherrycherryboomboom.html' title='Cherry*Cherry*Boom*Boom'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQQnzSkzSI/AAAAAAAACYk/JY_gBbzGgtA/s72-c/DSC01517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1110029118331835582</id><published>2009-05-30T23:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:13:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolati-Knot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYIvQN5I/AAAAAAAACW4/-hJAM5uzGBY/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645605700646802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYIvQN5I/AAAAAAAACW4/-hJAM5uzGBY/s400/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I don't fancy revealing bras like..Fre*. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQESOCFAeI/AAAAAAAACYE/i9oBR6Bxnzs/s1600-h/DSC01502-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399769019220450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQESOCFAeI/AAAAAAAACYE/i9oBR6Bxnzs/s400/DSC01502-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWl8m04FI/AAAAAAAACXo/zUycX3UQ6qc/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645842962243666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWl8m04FI/AAAAAAAACXo/zUycX3UQ6qc/s400/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iced Black Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWljNYYjI/AAAAAAAACXg/-hX6DTU4BRM/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645836144632370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWljNYYjI/AAAAAAAACXg/-hX6DTU4BRM/s400/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWlQhkupI/AAAAAAAACXY/4YRvTD0w7c8/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645831129053842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWlQhkupI/AAAAAAAACXY/4YRvTD0w7c8/s400/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYhH9vrI/AAAAAAAACXQ/3HNtanUwwkE/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645612246744754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYhH9vrI/AAAAAAAACXQ/3HNtanUwwkE/s400/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYc5bVyI/AAAAAAAACXI/Sigpp9FPIU0/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341645611112027938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYc5bVyI/AAAAAAAACXI/Sigpp9FPIU0/s400/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very nice place to romance/ chill at! Im gona try their Signature Black Forest Cake next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chef Laurent Bernard is SOooo charming, isn't he? tsks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293568171607666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiOjshC5BnI/AAAAAAAACX8/Pnj4Y9oHCVY/s400/chef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQESUO7mtI/AAAAAAAACYM/s_8WjrJ-u44/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342399770683742930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiQESUO7mtI/AAAAAAAACYM/s_8WjrJ-u44/s400/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got more pics coming up! Stay tuned. Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1110029118331835582?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1110029118331835582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1110029118331835582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolati-knot.html' title='Chocolati-Knot.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SiFWYIvQN5I/AAAAAAAACW4/-hJAM5uzGBY/s72-c/DSC01501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1658918238458143384</id><published>2009-05-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:50:05.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday*I like flamingo and anything pink today*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863634813044290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PLcLVRkI/AAAAAAAACWY/rFhS5dnPYJM/s400/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strawberry Cheesecake*Chocolate Chips*ChunkyMonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340864206469739650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6Pstw6NII/AAAAAAAACWg/mGfZ71oTMgU/s400/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our next pit-stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We soo.. needed this lil getaway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863624233653730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PK0xAleI/AAAAAAAACWA/i1W-NRdPbLo/s400/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PLf7Jf1I/AAAAAAAACWQ/j3w1nez8CyU/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863635818905426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PLf7Jf1I/AAAAAAAACWQ/j3w1nez8CyU/s400/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a simple affair, with just S and M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PKmrmiLI/AAAAAAAACV4/xPF2tVt5rPw/s1600-h/DSC01456-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863620452878514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PKmrmiLI/AAAAAAAACV4/xPF2tVt5rPw/s400/DSC01456-horz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340863625446304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PK5SIK0I/AAAAAAAACWI/8svMj0wC3Vo/s400/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We came back and supp with K at grapevine! Haven't been there in ages. Then M sent us home. I sleptover at S's. Hee Caught the Barcelona vs Man Utd match. Super boring. Missed the first goal. And the 2nd goal was so expected. Mj-ed with Gabe and Dom at S's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't think that we live our lives in a slacking order all the time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shirin and I are working our asses off as taitai-trainees k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340895455855690274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6sHqzGwiI/AAAAAAAACWw/m0LtrWNBcbA/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This' how hard I worked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright. Im gona dig Gossip Girl now!!   :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1658918238458143384?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1658918238458143384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1658918238458143384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/wednesdayi-like-flamingo-and-anything.html' title='Wednesday*I like flamingo and anything pink today*'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sh6PLcLVRkI/AAAAAAAACWY/rFhS5dnPYJM/s72-c/DSC01451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4377082537459180351</id><published>2009-05-27T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:12:14.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoolLikeBooze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if I'm gona get any pocket money this June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm...a litto broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Need a job, or 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahs. Now I dont know if it oughts to be a happy thing to be able to go out and have fun or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With fun, comes expenditure. With expenditure, comes a halt of fun after some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had sakae buffet with PP ytd, then mahjonged with S, M, ZH. And finally ended off with supper at hg green with S, M, ZH, K! K sneaked out from his books to supp with us cos G's not in town to nag at him for not studying. hahahaa nah. just kiddin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spent my day very simply today by movie-ing with cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday - Going for a getaway!!! im excited. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday - I haven't decided if I shld head to dbl o with nat and friends. hmm... a bit lazy. Besides, I really think I'm gettin' a bit too old for clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday - Haircut! And meetup with the odacians. woots. Haven't met them in a big long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday - Meeting my babe, YZ. (LIKE FINALLY. OMG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday - Make it a family day? haha we'll see about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just now as I was playing with my hair..(as usual, I always do that when I'm bored) I actually found use to this big hairband that I bought in 2007. And I always thought it was a freakin' waste of money to impulsely have bought that. Now I could use it! I can even wear it on my head to town! Shall make it my hairdo for tomorrow. Set. Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am tireds. But I want to read my book/ watch my shows/ do facial..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I figured that I can have 30hours a day to myself actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just gotta die at a younger age for entitling myself to that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4377082537459180351?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4377082537459180351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4377082537459180351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/coollikebooze.html' title='CoolLikeBooze'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-402940365482376965</id><published>2009-05-25T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:33:43.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefghijklmnopQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im dying of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Im in need of a new shopping khaki. All my khakis are like out of town or busy here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Or just give me a job.&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-402940365482376965?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/402940365482376965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/402940365482376965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/abcdefghijklmnopq.html' title='abcdefghijklmnopQ'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7897743935561120204</id><published>2009-05-23T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:56:48.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.N.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I was well again. No I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I was good this time. No I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought everything will work according to my plans. No they didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought of every recent day as a new beginning. No they ended up stale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm done for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In this aspect-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I don't wish to explain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to lunch with P and L. So I asked my dad to go home first, and bring my bag home with him. I left my keys in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hence I couldnt get home later..sucks. Bro's on night duty, father's out to work, mum at the wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I needed to change. I needed my medicine. I needed to pack my room. I needed some rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All these I went without..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End result? my diarrhea came back to haunt me all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I climbed the stairs so many times for a toilet repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not gona let this happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did something very smart this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up at 6am, trying very very hard to keep myself awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I drank coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm. not a coffee person-not workin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I did hoola-hoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I puked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very smart attempt of me when I knew well that I was suffering from stomach flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I was a desperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oks. very sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*It's just amazing when I observed how much positivity I have these days. No matter how upsetting a day is. I always manage to find smiles in my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps Im just too lazy to be unhappy. why not?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-7897743935561120204?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7897743935561120204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7897743935561120204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/done.html' title='D.O.N.E.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4136293785857753505</id><published>2009-05-20T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:02:35.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence master..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I was down with stomach flu for the past few days. I puked out every possible source of food in my stomach. And diarrhea simply complements it perfectly. I went to two different doctors. Requested for an injection the second time, cos I really can't take it anymore. (The injection only cures my fever) Thus I still continued to have diarrheas and puking symptoms. Not helping in my appetite at all. Not to mention that the injection just above my ass was awfully painful, but I kinda grown to tolerate pain better than when I was younger. Eventually, the 40.3deg celcius did subside. So, nothing to complain about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been feeling down since yesterday. Partly due to my illness, and partly due to a family matter. I haven't seen my mum in tears for a long time..and it just pains me so much that this has to happen.. I pray for all pain taken away to be worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't tolerate tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it too much to ask for eternalism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is just not equally as fair to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4136293785857753505?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4136293785857753505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4136293785857753505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/devilbegone.html' title='Silence master..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4314211211629755165</id><published>2009-05-18T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:32:25.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PigFever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yikes. I was shivering from cold today, when I thought the air con was too much. But I kinda felt like it's fever. So I came home, and after a hot shower, my goose pimples re-surfaced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be fever. I burnt for many hours..am slightly better now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bloody hell, I wasted 4hours sleeping. woke up in sweat, and the feeling was like..finally,I AM SWEATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realised my face was damn flushed, red like a tomato. so I went to look for my brother.. He was playing ps-soccer. And I just sat in his room to stone for a while. He never offer to take me to the doctor lor. How sweet of him..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ha But anyway I got scolded by my dad for refusing to go down to the clinic. My body is like radiating so much heat now.. But I feel so much better. I will drink like a camel today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skarli I'm the first case of swine flu in sg. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4314211211629755165?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4314211211629755165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4314211211629755165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/pigfever.html' title='PigFever'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7259406433811480112</id><published>2009-05-18T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:04:13.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ColorsOfMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When all we need is to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PhCA0dFI/AAAAAAAACVo/XJ8a7bSvQho/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641881096090706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PhCA0dFI/AAAAAAAACVo/XJ8a7bSvQho/s400/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Macro-shot: &lt;/span&gt;I applied a gentle layer of black eyeshadows at the top and bottom.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PhC0MgRI/AAAAAAAACVg/_IJaiZ0A8cA/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641881311576338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PhC0MgRI/AAAAAAAACVg/_IJaiZ0A8cA/s400/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-Pg0HQuBI/AAAAAAAACVI/04XdTFt-2tM/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641877365012498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-Pg0HQuBI/AAAAAAAACVI/04XdTFt-2tM/s400/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta let my inner eyelid breathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PgxFVTuI/AAAAAAAACVQ/JxKKxm_VD7s/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336641876551618274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PgxFVTuI/AAAAAAAACVQ/JxKKxm_VD7s/s400/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is why all the photos were half of my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/ShAyt_GrEwI/AAAAAAAACVw/N1mCXMeopHI/s1600-h/DSC01427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336821324048962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/ShAyt_GrEwI/AAAAAAAACVw/N1mCXMeopHI/s400/DSC01427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The contrast ain't that big here, but you can totally see one big, one small eye when it's not so close-up. Okay, I'm getting really giddy from staring at this pic. Besides, the dark circles are really kinda driving me crazy. Shall finally get some organic milk and create my own eye mask soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough of playing with makeups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;To go for a haircut desperately soon! and I wana dye my hair to copper red - need to brighten up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I've come to a second decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To go for eyelash extensions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every girl's gotta try it once in their lifetime at least right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yells. I hate channel 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They actually didn't cast my Harper's Island tonight because they replaced it with Blade the Series. And it sucks. Reminds me of The Spirit movie that I caught in Genting, that set snooze for all of us. They robbed me of my only entertainment. To think I was so looking forward to see who gets killed next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevermind..I shall just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; slum back into my miserable life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please make me aneroxic. I need to go back to where I stood.&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/36727363-7259406433811480112?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7259406433811480112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7259406433811480112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/colorsofme_18.html' title='ColorsOfMe'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg-PhCA0dFI/AAAAAAAACVo/XJ8a7bSvQho/s72-c/DSC01422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3658878599742853022</id><published>2009-05-15T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:48:03.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-TimeIsRunnin'Out-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg2K22UgJXI/AAAAAAAACUo/E4eCCZzCjUw/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073808402982258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg2K22UgJXI/AAAAAAAACUo/E4eCCZzCjUw/s400/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Went Cafe Cartel today, and that Edward knows that we love mayo. Cos everytime we go there, we'll always request for Mayos. So he served us sooo many tubs. Very thoughtful of him man.. but -_-" ... haha there were only two of us, with 2 not very big platters of snackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg2K2534Y5I/AAAAAAAACUw/eFKRDh_NLMM/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3658878599742853022?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3658878599742853022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3658878599742853022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/timeisrunninout.html' title='-TimeIsRunnin&apos;Out-'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sg2K22UgJXI/AAAAAAAACUo/E4eCCZzCjUw/s72-c/DSC00532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6806189815852216903</id><published>2009-05-14T20:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:50:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On some days, it's just so heartwarming to know that a dear friend is thinking of you, missing you, and wanting to surprise you.. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgwZwGPPdZI/AAAAAAAACUY/WPRH40wnAV0/s1600-h/1414373213_90732b802d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335667972626150802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgwZwGPPdZI/AAAAAAAACUY/WPRH40wnAV0/s400/1414373213_90732b802d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Please don't grow up.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reminiscence back in the eyes of a kid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From days of fights with my brother, till days I didn't dare to fight back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I wish he still fights with me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a different tune, whilst I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s looking for a sweet candy photo, I came across this(below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kinda gross, but I really admire the models' courageous attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Parental Guidance]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgwZ1LXUlnI/AAAAAAAACUg/uo8y2IsJzTY/s1600-h/3227843954_903bd75227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335668059901564530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgwZ1LXUlnI/AAAAAAAACUg/uo8y2IsJzTY/s400/3227843954_903bd75227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not a fan of candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6806189815852216903?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6806189815852216903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6806189815852216903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mysweets.html' title='MySweets'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgwZwGPPdZI/AAAAAAAACUY/WPRH40wnAV0/s72-c/1414373213_90732b802d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2082853590339993637</id><published>2009-05-14T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:02:48.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a bad day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was an endurance test today.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure my eyebags doubled the layers. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that face. And I just knew I was gona be bearish today.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hate my dark eye circles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sgr8oEG0ELI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IgGeZVR7VxY/s1600-h/023424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335354473801060530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sgr8oEG0ELI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IgGeZVR7VxY/s400/023424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kays. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep badly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2082853590339993637?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2082853590339993637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2082853590339993637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a bad day..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sgr8oEG0ELI/AAAAAAAACUQ/IgGeZVR7VxY/s72-c/023424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1093181217950082735</id><published>2009-05-11T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:59:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FreezeThatThought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh man. it's monday already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessing or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was talking to lzh last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He and Mwee actually thought of an english name for me. Inspired by Kofi Annan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told him that I didn't need to know. must be some rosemary or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But he claimed it was a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it goes like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anne's my middle name. (wa..still got middle name..*started anticipating..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kopi Anne Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-________________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My crappy friends drive me crazy all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I told him to name himself House, inspired by House the Doctor. Then he can visit my school during sports day, and all the girls will cheer for him. (He knows about my sec school's Lee House)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till I heard what Mwee thought for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA aww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ks. gotta go study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1093181217950082735?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1093181217950082735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1093181217950082735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/freezethatthought.html' title='FreezeThatThought'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3876906979666775775</id><published>2009-05-10T12:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:04:19.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Mum, like I love Mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Was awoken by some boisterous thunders that sounded like mine bombs this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Scary. My dad walked into my room wanting to wake me up, only to realise that I was staring big at the ceiling. (I don't have a ceiling fan, so I'm not autistic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found more cash on my desk this morning!! what a pleasant day. Money do fall from the sky ay.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;My dad : why you so poor...&lt;br /&gt;, while I was semi sleeping. Then minutes later, $200 on top of my pocket money appeared! Honestly, ever since I stopped giving tuitions, I've been a poor soul. But I wonder why I'm still growing horizontally.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall change my blog layout when I have z mood after z exams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3876906979666775775?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3876906979666775775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3876906979666775775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-mum-like-i-love-mom.html' title='I love Mum, like I love Mom.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5282430738106717878</id><published>2009-05-08T02:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:26:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RockTheFlame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was supposed to be sleeping, when some very extremely random historical thoughts ran past my mind. That raged my senses-- I want to blog about this! Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So over a year ago, A &amp;amp; B headed down to an agent to book some tickets. Upon handing to A the receipt, the agent seems to or may have almost forgotten that A &amp;amp; B have yet to make payments. A thought, "Ha great! free tics then!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While B felt something amissed, and WHispered to A about the payment. Then the agent, whether he overheard or not, he did direct A &amp;amp; B to make payments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So A was furiousss..and A chided B for what seemed like quite a long period of time for being so ignorant to mention the payment in front of the agent, yada yada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Warning: B is a female. And FEMALES are animals that LOVE to bear grudges.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, B thought to herself. wtf. we bought the tickets, then just fucking pay for them lar. not as if B caused themselves to incur Extra losses. Agree? Well, obviously B couldn't say these then, because A was an agressive mammal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See firstly, based on integrity..it is morally unjustifiable to do so. If you were to cheat on a minor amount, say five dollars which would probably be worth fifty cents some time in the future, and relative to a person's full salary, it's peanuts.. Then fine, so be it. But here, it is not. So how can one just want to keep quiet? Wouldn't this be equivalent to stealing? Imagine the agent has to suffer a pay cut due to this negligence? Would your moral conscience be ok with it? Maybe for you, if you don't have a conscience. Well, this was what B felt so then. But again, couldn't quite make her point across to angsty A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two, one can't possibly take advantage of another knowing of the other party's mistake- the court will not allow it. Hence ultimately, if the agent or the agent's company decides to sue A &amp;amp; B, both of them will still have to pay. Maybe A will argue that it's been paid for; an invoice has been issued. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, the court ain't that stupid. They can easily check your bank transactions etc. Or simply refer to the surveillance in the office that day to see if you did make your payment or not. Hence, with no consideration (benefit) given to the agent or his company. You are due to pay no matter what. Worse, to lie about having paid may cost you more penalties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last, if one is lucky enough to pass all the legal obligations and moral conflicts, and manages to make it for the trip happily, without any cost, of course. Then god bless you that you come back safe and sound if retribution doesn't hit you yeah. ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry, what's my point??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh. my sub-point is..if you're reading this. Girls really really do bear a hell lotta grudges, all their life, or maybe not, if you get lucky. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I wanted to make peace, but some things from the past- even a thought of it was really intolerable. I can't even understand how B managed to tolerate your unreasonableness. And too bad, this is my blog whether you agree to my statements or not.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, my main point is..you ain't always right and always the smart one. It was merely your luck that B always gave in to you, listened to you, and be there to let you vent your frustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**Disclaimer**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not one scary and hateful lady by nature..like really..REALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5282430738106717878?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5282430738106717878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5282430738106717878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/newwaytodestress.html' title='RockTheFlame'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-8328414941325886593</id><published>2009-05-08T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:12:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Stank Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been diligent for the past 2days.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grr. If only I started earlier. But better late than never yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;Just when I feel my face really needs masking, I ran out of masks..&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. Ok, I actually have some shiseldo mud mask, but I want a whitening mask sheet that I can just dispose of right after use..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shall go get some when I step out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I probably look like now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgMHfo_wHwI/AAAAAAAACUA/n4Er0_jiwh8/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333114623898951426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgMHfo_wHwI/AAAAAAAACUA/n4Er0_jiwh8/s400/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-8328414941325886593?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8328414941325886593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8328414941325886593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-been-diligent-for-past-2days.html' title='Fish Stank Me'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgMHfo_wHwI/AAAAAAAACUA/n4Er0_jiwh8/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5990664104649577110</id><published>2009-05-06T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:53:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destress&amp;Detox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Missy jogged a jog today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first round was alleviating, and I felt my bones completely released.&lt;br /&gt;After one round..I wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;But clearly, I didn't lar. I didn't want my mum to be like.."what, you're done??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jogged my way up the multi-storey carpark.. To realise that the rooftop's quite a nice and quiet place to be at. If there are very few odd people like me, who'll jog in the MSCP of course. (No wonder couples like to go there.)&lt;br /&gt;And I later bounced up 20 storeys in total! Then went for more rounds before I head home.&lt;br /&gt;All these nearly killed me actually. For a whole time, I couldn't quite hear anything other than my breathing. But I'm glad I made it. Shower felt extra rejuvenating. Now, I'm gona do a 5-10minute leg lift before I head back to&lt;br /&gt;THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgGvuPGu3LI/AAAAAAAACT4/qeRSQcGY3c0/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332736642646990002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgGvuPGu3LI/AAAAAAAACT4/qeRSQcGY3c0/s400/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is only part of the mess I see during exams period. Now you know my pain. How to study with everything piled up around me! Furthermore, my family can't have proper dinners this whole month because the dining table is full of these too. Haha Don't worry, they still love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, these' gotta go at the end of this month. I'll go crazy if I see my house in such a state for any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Byes! I hate all of you who are done with exams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5990664104649577110?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5990664104649577110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5990664104649577110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/destress.html' title='Destress&amp;Detox!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SgGvuPGu3LI/AAAAAAAACT4/qeRSQcGY3c0/s72-c/DSC01402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3831015308763349479</id><published>2009-05-04T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:29:12.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love School if there's no EXAMS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;I've been having some lower back aches. Perhaps due to bad sitting posture, moreover long hours of it. I tend to cross my legs a lot.. and it probably gives my spine a lot of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I shifted out my beanie and it's damn chor deng. My room looks like it's just been halved from a protuding red bean bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My memory is failing me. I can't seem to lock the inputs in my brain. They are currently in my recycle bin now, awaiting me to retrieve them. Thats why I can never understand why some people can study for so many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I can just stop school already.&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/36727363-3831015308763349479?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3831015308763349479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3831015308763349479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-school-if-theres-no-exams.html' title='Love School if there&apos;s no EXAMS.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3841311760151635996</id><published>2009-05-03T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:24:33.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Hi, it's me again..&lt;br /&gt;..of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is Nicholas' birthday. His church friends threw him a surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;And according to his speech, he still feels like it's sweet sixteen. (I implied it by taking 21-5)&lt;br /&gt;Really hoped he enjoyed his day. He's got sucha great family honestly. Cute grandpa. Cute mom. Cool dad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have any pics as I brilliantly forgot to bring my cam.&lt;br /&gt;But I filmed him performing for us. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/video/video.php?v=101509371814&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to view it!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the quality..it's a music phone, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I got to say..whoever marries him..better hires a maid.&lt;br /&gt;His room is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT SAY ANYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I guess thats the manliest part of him. HAHA I'M JUST KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;You're blessed. (:&lt;br /&gt;(cos I'm blogging for you, and all about you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3841311760151635996?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3841311760151635996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3841311760151635996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-its-me-again.html' title='He&apos;s Old.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-9092733149059816546</id><published>2009-05-01T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:14:52.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st entry with a title longer than post itself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I dislike weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&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/36727363-9092733149059816546?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/9092733149059816546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/9092733149059816546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-entry-with-title-longer-than-post.html' title='1st entry with a title longer than post itself.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5389816675251230206</id><published>2009-04-30T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:28:20.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Don't Get It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Many men perhaps needs to brush up on their comprehensive skills, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does it mean when I say, "I'm having exams. Don't keep asking me out" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It means, Stop asking me out. I will initiate to fork out time for you when I want to hang out with you during my free time..and thats provided I have free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite this, I still find the same person asking me every week if I'm free for this or that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, what does it mean when I say, "I'm not free.." ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I don't really have to interpret this right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is it that after replying with such a direct manner, I still can get another sms a few hours later in the evening, "free for coffee?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WTF right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go attend some English night class for goodness' sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM NOT AVAILABLE UNTIL END OF MAY. THANK YOU. I'LL RATHER BORE TO DEATH AND FRUSTRATION OF BEING LONELY AND DIE IN MY PILE OF NOTES DURING THIS ONE MONTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: I am very very biased a person I know. VERY. Like when my girls ask me out, I may just agree to it. But at least I know they always have my studies at interest. I hardly give a damn to friends who just ask me out because they are bored, and constantly forgets the fact that I am in the midst of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry, kinda pmsing..... My aunt is super late this month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5389816675251230206?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5389816675251230206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5389816675251230206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/men-dont-get-it.html' title='Men Don&apos;t Get It.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-8223255521453539706</id><published>2009-04-27T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:43:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasping on its last breath, dear Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weather is so hot, it makes me so equivalently hot..hot..HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant it literally ma.. (as in warm, not "hot")&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it'll depend on the angle you're viewing it from. You see..I could be hot, if you think I am. Or I could be hot(as in literally sweaty and warm too)..&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. *I am NOT sweaty now. Just warm. Please don't tryna portray a stinky, sweaty me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;The earth is so gona die.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I'm still turning on my air-con everynight, thus further killing the Earth. Now don't give me that cynical look. I'm sure a lot of people out there are blasting their air-cons too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I think I just kena &lt;s&gt;hand-foot&lt;/s&gt;-mouth disease. Yeah, smart! That makes mouth disease....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got blisters growing on both sides of my upper lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right. gona turn on my air con. tak boleh tahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-8223255521453539706?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8223255521453539706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8223255521453539706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-is-so-hot-it-makes-me-so.html' title='Gasping on its last breath, dear Earth.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6245509865393334015</id><published>2009-04-24T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:19:26.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SillyThings,it's SO ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Silly things happening to me almost every other random day..&lt;br /&gt;After Hydrobath at Citispa that day, we blew our hairs. And my hair got sucked into the back of the hairdryer. knn. damn pain ok. Ended up, i had to cut off that strip of hair. zzz! Citispa shld be damn glad I didn't pursue the matter. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today..(This won't be surprising..really.)&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have class at 12. I told myself that I've to reach by 12. But, I reached at 1015.&lt;br /&gt;I only realised that I was way too early for class when I walked into the LT, and voila! unfamiliar lecturer. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to check the details of my lecture. correct LT what!! and I looked at my watch. OMG! what am I doing in school an hour and three quarters earlier, and still thinking that I was late?? Blur to the max man. I could have slept SIX THOUSAND and THREE HUNDRED SECONDS longer. And thats basically sufficient for me to snooze 11 times (my alarm rings every 9mins).&lt;br /&gt;whatever la ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6245509865393334015?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6245509865393334015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6245509865393334015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sillythingsits-so-me.html' title='SillyThings,it&apos;s SO ME.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-845251391537878991</id><published>2009-04-20T23:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:16:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-The-Moon Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING: THIS ENTRY'S GONA BE FULL OF EXCLAMATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16GB IPOD TOUCH HAS HIT MY SACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!! YES YES YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBptsJstfI/AAAAAAAACS4/AUdWGASN-30/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327874592846165490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBptsJstfI/AAAAAAAACS4/AUdWGASN-30/s400/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBo0VC18KI/AAAAAAAACSY/fHjPvIBXyY4/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873607390851234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBo0VC18KI/AAAAAAAACSY/fHjPvIBXyY4/s400/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBpACJvWaI/AAAAAAAACSw/mfDlUyrBmvY/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873808477936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBpACJvWaI/AAAAAAAACSw/mfDlUyrBmvY/s400/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBo0dEzxUI/AAAAAAAACSg/xGlHDCjq_Ug/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873609546581314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBo0dEzxUI/AAAAAAAACSg/xGlHDCjq_Ug/s400/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBodCh-B0I/AAAAAAAACSI/JEIWVm5i1zE/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327873207284139842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBodCh-B0I/AAAAAAAACSI/JEIWVm5i1zE/s400/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since my brother stole the opportunity to get the ipod touch before me a year ago, I've been secretly jealous about it. This time, mine's even better than his! It's 8gb bigger. Ha. So happy! Now I can input videos and wifi in school !! Now I can survive with my "dammit" phone. Unless my "dammit" phone dies on me.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been excited over a new item for pretty long. The last time would be my Sony Cam, which was less than a year ago. haha Anyway, I arranged songs on Itunes last night..until 3am. Because I lamely added songs one by one, because I want QUALITY CONTROL. Didn't want my song lists to be messy. And I added album art for every single singer/song. Much Effort!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went for facial and hydrobath therapy at Citispa with Liqi. This time we didn't throw in those fake roses that stupidly get ourselves pricked anymore. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBrwCJnIiI/AAAAAAAACTA/_PFPU_xEB4o/s1600-h/SNC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327876832134373922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBrwCJnIiI/AAAAAAAACTA/_PFPU_xEB4o/s400/SNC00140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Awesome!!! Wish I had one at home and that water, electricity bills don't matter to me. Us with no make-up on. Not that jialat right. Just..very pale. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBrwP1480I/AAAAAAAACTI/JSq-wCBW7l8/s1600-h/SNC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327876835809751874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBrwP1480I/AAAAAAAACTI/JSq-wCBW7l8/s400/SNC00142.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met up on the same day with Nic and KangRong at night.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;Genuine Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHuXmKyI/AAAAAAAACTg/9xVhKXwk65c/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877239141182242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHuXmKyI/AAAAAAAACTg/9xVhKXwk65c/s400/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The "Hurry, before I laugh!" Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHR2Hu0I/AAAAAAAACTY/CgR-n2s4yM0/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877231484582722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHR2Hu0I/AAAAAAAACTY/CgR-n2s4yM0/s400/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and Fuck. I don't smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHZPfRQI/AAAAAAAACTQ/8y_U8ZeiF2Q/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877233470031106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHZPfRQI/AAAAAAAACTQ/8y_U8ZeiF2Q/s400/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHs6AEEI/AAAAAAAACTo/PYw2APlz_8s/s1600-h/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877238748614722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBsHs6AEEI/AAAAAAAACTo/PYw2APlz_8s/s400/DSC01382.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had dinner at Werners, a German restaurant in Siglap. It was pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ordered this Pork Knuckle. Super worth the money, cause it's HUGE. And although my Pork tasted like duck meat. It was Yummy. The roasted skin tasted like...100slices of stacked Beijing Roast Duck I suppose..((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBuZUjJ-rI/AAAAAAAACTw/lpkfLKBgsPY/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327879740471245490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBuZUjJ-rI/AAAAAAAACTw/lpkfLKBgsPY/s400/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-845251391537878991?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/845251391537878991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/845251391537878991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-moon-post.html' title='Over-The-Moon Post'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SfBptsJstfI/AAAAAAAACS4/AUdWGASN-30/s72-c/DSC01383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6345926213084148816</id><published>2009-04-20T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:24:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Teletubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Harper's Island is damn NICEEE..! A pity I didn't catch the first episode last week. But nevermind. it's so exciting. I know, season 1s are always exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-Watch list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes Season III (I think I watched the pirated version man. why so different from those shown on starworld? )&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girls 2nd half of Season II&lt;br /&gt;Reaper Season I (bought it, and no time for it. Perfect. )&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural Season I (borrow from gera!)&lt;br /&gt;Harper's Island&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Housewives Season IV...... (um, nevermind, maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to prepare Eye-Mo for this big battle! And I got this feeling, after exams I'll always not be at home. So the conclusion of this To-Watch list..is in a way thrashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To support local productions, I think Fighting Spiders are nice too. Reminds me of Growing up, but it's lot more adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a couch potato aka Teletubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace out- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6345926213084148816?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6345926213084148816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6345926213084148816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/imma-teletubby.html' title='Imma Teletubby'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4644066790962583737</id><published>2009-04-17T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:38:05.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He confessed my beauty!!! Haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Dear Babe, How hard I find to describe thee,&lt;br /&gt;The melody of the wind straining through the gaps in your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;Sets my heart aching with righteous fire,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can never look straight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yonder your direction,&lt;br /&gt;For it seems that to do so,&lt;br /&gt;Is to commit a Sin greater than hate,&lt;br /&gt;For I am waning of worthiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To glimpse upon perfection,&lt;br /&gt;So I will only stand afar,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping once again I may,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the melodic strains of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Alvin Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;I told him that it'll be sweet if my husband writes me a love poem at my age of 50. And he told me, it's easy. He got it done in 15mins. haha Too bad, im not your lover! And why I think I'll be relatively freaked out if I can see gaps in my teeth!! You could stick this poem on the walls of Bens &amp;amp; Jerry store though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4644066790962583737?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4644066790962583737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4644066790962583737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-confessed-my-beauty-haha.html' title='He confessed my beauty!!! Haha'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2326117647747101092</id><published>2009-04-15T19:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:48:26.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>făcute în cer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SeXlOW2sHDI/AAAAAAAACRg/x7Zcr_trsN0/s1600-h/DSC01325-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324914169251372082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SeXlOW2sHDI/AAAAAAAACRg/x7Zcr_trsN0/s400/DSC01325-horz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;My love, I have tried with all my being&lt;br /&gt;to grasp a form comparable to thine own,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems worthy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now why Shakespeare could not&lt;br /&gt;compare his love to a summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a crime to denounce the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of such a creature as thee,&lt;br /&gt;to simply cast away the precision&lt;br /&gt;God had placed in forging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each facet of your being&lt;br /&gt;whether it physical or spiritual&lt;br /&gt;is an ensnarement&lt;br /&gt;from which there is no release.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not wish release.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to stay entrapped forever.&lt;br /&gt;With you for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, always as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anthony Kolos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2326117647747101092?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2326117647747101092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2326117647747101092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/facute-in-cer.html' title='făcute în cer..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SeXlOW2sHDI/AAAAAAAACRg/x7Zcr_trsN0/s72-c/DSC01325-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1816552199191561967</id><published>2009-04-15T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:02:25.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I get on my vulgarities,I'll stop here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz Tiredz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't a thing called an easy life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1816552199191561967?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1816552199191561967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1816552199191561967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-i-get-on-my-vulgaritiesill-stop.html' title='Before I get on my vulgarities,I&apos;ll stop here.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7894578991178833289</id><published>2009-04-14T01:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:31:46.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, I'm lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A call to Radio FM 91.30 to stand a chance to win a pair of tickets to........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll tell my story first. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were seeking the 9th caller. So i just decided to dial for fun. cos i tried in the earlier session, and I failed to get through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I was still telling gera: just press your dial button twice... (cos she didnt know the no. and previously i dialed using her hp; so the no's in her call list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dj Hutch (let's just call him Dj): Helloo..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: (surprised!) Hi!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: Am I no. 9??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dj: What no. 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I panicked a little, cos I thought I dialed a wrong no. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me:..um am I caller no. 9? ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dj: Oh well, you're caller number 4 plus 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: (disappointed) Ohh..okayyy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dj: You know 4 plus 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me:......?? Huh..sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dj: ok. what's 4 plus 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: 4 plus 5.............9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: OMG!!! HAHA..I'm caller no. 9!! Haha I can't believe I got through..ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dj: Yes!! congratulations!!...(blablabla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bet he was rolling his eyes already luh. hahaha. I sounded so bimbotic, I know. But frankly, I'll prefer you calling me that to being hard of hearing. lols It's funny to hear myself on air. And gera says I sound exactly like "that". so I started thinking..hey, first time I'm hearing my own voice (I'm serious) and I think I quite like my voice sia. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, being the lucky no. 9 serves me the chance to be picked to ans 3 simple qns this friday in the morning show and win a pair of tickets to an Eco-adventure trip in India. So, afterall..it's nothing that much to hurray over. I won nothing..yet. And I don't mind going to India. Experience you know. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But all in all, I think being the no. 9 is good enough! haha Be happy with life's littlest things right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-7894578991178833289?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7894578991178833289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7894578991178833289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-bimbo.html' title='Maybe, I&apos;m lucky.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-868759637941644635</id><published>2009-04-09T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:31:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was all prepared to head to starbucks to study. But, I got lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sd29m_sj4OI/AAAAAAAACQI/_pN00Ot7LEg/s1600-h/DSC01307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322618812252807394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sd29m_sj4OI/AAAAAAAACQI/_pN00Ot7LEg/s400/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sd29ncSpjuI/AAAAAAAACQQ/qn9zIo7oXIU/s1600-h/DSC01308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322618819928755938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sd29ncSpjuI/AAAAAAAACQQ/qn9zIo7oXIU/s400/DSC01308.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; rainy days! makes me so lazyyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-868759637941644635?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/868759637941644635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/868759637941644635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/showers-of-blessings.html' title='Showers of blessings'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sd29m_sj4OI/AAAAAAAACQI/_pN00Ot7LEg/s72-c/DSC01307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1583191556736806201</id><published>2009-04-08T01:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:40:42.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Qn: When is she getting a boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduUJB0tX5I/AAAAAAAACOw/R_yCFuxIps4/s1600-h/n722505468_2963803_5660577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322010267497619346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduUJB0tX5I/AAAAAAAACOw/R_yCFuxIps4/s400/n722505468_2963803_5660577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This tells quite a bit about her party aye. Basically, you can see 4 laughing faces except for Ms Wong's, who cried like she was at a wake. kk, touch wood. well, actually we were laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduUtFljwoI/AAAAAAAACO4/_ygOwPgb8gM/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322010886983107202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduUtFljwoI/AAAAAAAACO4/_ygOwPgb8gM/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I thank the one who took this shot of me. That I looked pretty hot in it. except for the running colors of my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduVhf0qD8I/AAAAAAAACPQ/pnIVevz8jBs/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322011787378954178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduVhf0qD8I/AAAAAAAACPQ/pnIVevz8jBs/s400/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor buy trapped in an old man's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduVhO0wlBI/AAAAAAAACPA/NjNaFS_5ers/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322011782815978514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduVhO0wlBI/AAAAAAAACPA/NjNaFS_5ers/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amongst all the girls around, vernon chose Mengwee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZo6yD7mI/AAAAAAAACP4/oR-hlD4sucA/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322016312921419362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZo6yD7mI/AAAAAAAACP4/oR-hlD4sucA/s400/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see!! Vernon doesn't cares about taking photo with me. Must be looking out for Mengwee. And so is this zhenhui.. the one who can't tell Ant from Antm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanjun's still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZo5_CZgI/AAAAAAAACPw/PRu5kyUZYTU/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322016312707409410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZo5_CZgI/AAAAAAAACPw/PRu5kyUZYTU/s400/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was telling suyuan that I think I can only take nice photos with a mirror before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZoluCjLI/AAAAAAAACPo/xVVMbDPwUvk/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322016307267407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZoluCjLI/AAAAAAAACPo/xVVMbDPwUvk/s400/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta remember to bring a mirror along with me everywhere next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduVhH9mjbI/AAAAAAAACPI/0yzcP8K8Z9w/s1600-h/n722505468_2963772_3632710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322011780974022066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduVhH9mjbI/AAAAAAAACPI/0yzcP8K8Z9w/s400/n722505468_2963772_3632710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, a cosy shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah. laugh all you want!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZpLs7iMI/AAAAAAAACQA/vgsQBicJm6E/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322016317463300290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduZpLs7iMI/AAAAAAAACQA/vgsQBicJm6E/s400/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loves, da Babe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1583191556736806201?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1583191556736806201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1583191556736806201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-qn-when-is-she-getting-boyfriend.html' title='The Hot Qn: When is she getting a boyfriend?'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SduUJB0tX5I/AAAAAAAACOw/R_yCFuxIps4/s72-c/n722505468_2963803_5660577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2712707571887664738</id><published>2009-04-07T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:43:26.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yusof-ian theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we were studying, we stopped and started thinking how amazing it would be to share the great minds of the world. One of the leaders in Singapore -- Yusof Bin Ishak. Maybe we'll look smarter with his brains on.....&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdpG79dY9qI/AAAAAAAACOo/MdgI5QU1Lp8/s1600-h/photo+comb+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321643905615722146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdpG79dY9qI/AAAAAAAACOo/MdgI5QU1Lp8/s400/photo+comb+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This was what came to our minds when we pictured ourselves to have his brain power. Fantastic. But I highly doubt that our present physique is able to match up with his very....green..brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we went on thinking that it would be just good to be as persuasive as them. Nah, we don't need to reach hitler's level, do we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdpG72vCB0I/AAAAAAAACOg/zTT-PZ-fngo/s1600-h/photo+comb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321643903810668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdpG72vCB0I/AAAAAAAACOg/zTT-PZ-fngo/s400/photo+comb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We seem much more ready to be the first female president of Singapore with Mr. Yusof's very sexy....&lt;s&gt;moustache&lt;/s&gt; lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No! C'mon..Not with the moustache! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'd better stick to being bimbos......boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2712707571887664738?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2712707571887664738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2712707571887664738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/yusof-ian-theory.html' title='Yusof-ian theory'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdpG79dY9qI/AAAAAAAACOo/MdgI5QU1Lp8/s72-c/photo+comb+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5330612269870913164</id><published>2009-04-04T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:42:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThankGodIt'sSaturday! cos it feels like Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it that my ears ain't cleanly dug enough, or my speakers failing, or just the code's problem that my blog music is soooo soft? hmm. nevermind. perhaps most of the people who reads my blog turn their audio off whenever they come to my blog. haha cos i do that when i read others' blogs. But I love to play a song on mine still. So, take is as a blessing in disguise if you dont already like my music, you guys don't need to mute your sound controls already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i just came back from botak jones with mum and dad. damn full. I had 2 full meals in a short 4hour span. (because I woke up at 3+ to have my breakfast. I had DUCK RICE for breakfast, can you believe it. so turn off man. but i finished it anyway. haha recession ar, don't waste food.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today..I'm proud to say, I'm a steady driver. tsks. my dad didn't comment on my driving even though his left hand was still constantly glued to the handle bar on top of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-_-" It's gona take a long time to erase off my bad records. Headache. haha My dad was complaining that the gps we bought cant come into use. So he's regretting that it's a waste of money. I told him, "thats because you don't let me use the car what..no car, how to use my gps.." He kept quiet. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suyuan's birthday was full of wows. The chalet's really stunningly decorated, on top of the nicely renovated place. Anyway, I'm too lazy to upload photos to my comp, not to speak fb. my camera's still in the bag. sorry man..hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5330612269870913164?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5330612269870913164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5330612269870913164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankgoditssaturday-cos-it-feels-like.html' title='ThankGodIt&apos;sSaturday! cos it feels like Sunday.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5582590553966466489</id><published>2009-04-03T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:43:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo Champ Already LOR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I desperately need eyedrops.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are giving way as it's been teary and red for the past few days (esp mornings and late nights).&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little worried about this uncomfort though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suyuan's birthday celebration today! And I can finally blog about this since I doubt she'll read my blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted out of drunken stupor on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;(ok, fine luh. I wasn't drunk. just plain retarded. haha)&lt;br /&gt;Jacinda asked me to come up with a "What do you think of Suyuan?" in one full A4 pg. And i mistakenly went to draft out covers as shown below.....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdDDrDsk0wI/AAAAAAAACOY/ueQTAiGxN5o/s1600-h/moronic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318966304418616066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdDDrDsk0wI/AAAAAAAACOY/ueQTAiGxN5o/s400/moronic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I even sent out 3 types of such to let Jacinda choose, cos I wasnt sure what she wanted. Ended up, she messaged me that she wanted me to write up to a one pg length of what I think of suyuan, blabla.. HAHA. wtf was I thinking man.. Damn embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that pretty summarizes my title of the post. I'm the Bimbo Champ already lor..plus gona be a blind one soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5582590553966466489?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5582590553966466489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5582590553966466489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/bimbo-champ-already-lor.html' title='Bimbo Champ Already LOR.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SdDDrDsk0wI/AAAAAAAACOY/ueQTAiGxN5o/s72-c/moronic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2671733725933549137</id><published>2009-03-27T03:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:14:37.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyShrieks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been sick for the 2nd day. And I thought sleeping early may help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I woke up twice within a 6-hour span. First, rather disturbed by the fact that it was very warm. I had my air-con turned on. Second, here I am. Woke up for a pee break from my dreams. One, I'm perturbed at my hair which drastically seemed so different from my dream, two, I'm still drooling at my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regarding one, I got a shock of my hair cos I very much wished it was just a wig. I don't know how much I hate it. But I detest it a lot right now.&lt;br /&gt;And regarding two, I wanted to look for some food before I pop the panadols and jump into bed again. I'm taking milo now, which..ain't exactly what I desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyway, it's a weird timing that I'm awake now. So many things I want to do, I'm not sure if sleeping is the best choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cuckoo bird is cuckoo-ing right now. It's only 3.40am! Crazy bird..&lt;br /&gt;I used to hear this bird during my secondary school days when I prepare to go to school everyday. How cute. oks, I'm not sure if it's the same bird exactly, but it is this KIND of bird alright. And it's cute because I miss going to school (PL). I miss that morning singspiration that I dreaded all along. I miss the march song that we always rush through because we don't want to be late for assembly. Perhaps the only thing I don't miss is to sit on the carpark floor. ha anyway, I heard that in Buddhist schools such as MeeToh, their prayers end with Namo Amitabha. Try switching Amen to that. quite funny, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people, so many things that we've met and been through. I can tell who are the ones who deserves my love, and those bogus obviously don't deserve better treatments from me. If you're true to be nice, I will feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. sorry for this random part, do sick people do this all the time? ugh. Do you think butterflies shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s: I hate my hair. fuck this mop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2671733725933549137?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2671733725933549137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2671733725933549137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/myshrieks.html' title='MyShrieks'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2218895763275378656</id><published>2009-03-25T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:38:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>precious..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh DEAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took effort and some time this evening to do an express pedicure myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only to recall that I'm going swimming tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know if it's the effects of chlorine or what, my nail polish always chips off vbadly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm depressed now, about the thought that I've to redo my nails tomorrow. Boo. Thats what I hate about being a girl. I just added an extra layer of top coat to it, and prays that it'll still look nice after tomorrow. arhhh.. damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2218895763275378656?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2218895763275378656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2218895763275378656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/precious.html' title='precious..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4239001590521923238</id><published>2009-03-24T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:29:35.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I stopped replying Zhenhui cos I was at the living rm for 1.5hrs, and finally when I was back......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry I was watching antm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zhenhui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whats antm? i only know tmnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no. I was watching an ant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zhenhui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thats so what i did last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so did you kill the ant eventually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;uh can't bear to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(after a short conversation, i disappeared for a short while again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zhenhui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went runnning&lt;br /&gt;you like dim sum?&lt;br /&gt;ehh come back and talk to me.. stop watching the ant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha. By the way, ANTM stands for American Next Top Model. I still haven't told him...And I cannot believe he really thinks that I disappeared because I was so concentrated in watching an ANT for 1.5hrs. -_______-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4239001590521923238?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4239001590521923238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4239001590521923238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-of-day.html' title='Conversation of the day'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-8136856241184185264</id><published>2009-03-20T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:04:55.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-awaited for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/ScORwlpV1fI/AAAAAAAACOQ/paHdr3R-8TM/s1600-h/SNC00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315252249152574962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/ScORwlpV1fI/AAAAAAAACOQ/paHdr3R-8TM/s400/SNC00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Xinyang, me, and Liqi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So glad that we hanged out yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didnt have many photos cos Liqi was still noob with her new Omnia phone. On top of that, Omnia phone only can send out photos one by one. walau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha and we watched Race to Witch Mountain. I think it's pretty exciting. not too bad. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After which, I met Nicholas &lt;s&gt;Tse&lt;/s&gt; Khoo before we met K^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha anyway they damn give face know. kept repeating the line I wanted to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"omg you look damn hot!" although I didnt hear much sincerity in those little words of theirs. But it's better than none! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The band was pretty good last night by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They invited this birthday boy to the stage to sing. (he was a little drunk, and damn skinny, looked completely like a classic geek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But when he started singing, he kinda blew us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the conversations we had last night was about K^ once accidentally saw his sec sch girl friend's boobs due to loose blouse and bra. it was damn hilarious they way they were saying it. they mentioned the girl's called Sheena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: did i tell you guys before that I've a cousin called Sheena who was from Anglican High too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K^ and Nic *stunned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nic: Sheena Q**k???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: oh nolaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K^: WAAaaaaaaah HENG ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Laugh Out Loud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, I had a great time yesterday. the two guys are still the same old funny and nice people. I think I was damn lucky to have met all the nicest people in Tpjc. My classmates, and even my first 3months friends..aw~ love them all to bits.&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/36727363-8136856241184185264?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8136856241184185264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8136856241184185264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-awaited-for.html' title='Long-awaited for'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/ScORwlpV1fI/AAAAAAAACOQ/paHdr3R-8TM/s72-c/SNC00068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4648081545185482727</id><published>2009-03-16T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:55:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeelTheHeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might be going to Perth this late June!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really really very keen on backpacking with Vernon to vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about the cashflow and time though. Cos it'll be impossible for me to get a full-time job if I plan to go to so many places this holiday. then I'll be thwarting my plan of getting a 6-mth full time job this June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no money=no fun. and even if we've got the riches, we still may not be able to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to SzuJeng's 21st yesterday at Carlton Hotel yesterday, and I got tempted to go teoheng after that. Bad influenceee.! haha but I had loads of fun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BTuGJvSI/AAAAAAAACOI/6Uu7NfW1tac/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686048646741282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BTuGJvSI/AAAAAAAACOI/6Uu7NfW1tac/s400/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BSut-_aI/AAAAAAAACN4/H_SdYYLu7Is/s1600-h/DSC01226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686031633939874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BSut-_aI/AAAAAAAACN4/H_SdYYLu7Is/s400/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BTHR8jbI/AAAAAAAACOA/2I96dwgZ_RI/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686038227226034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BTHR8jbI/AAAAAAAACOA/2I96dwgZ_RI/s400/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End result? skipped today's paper... let me emphasize (self-console at the same time) it's a mock paper. but I still feel very guilty. Good. At least I still have my senses. Shall study soon. Meanwhile. no more papers!! congrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, I declare that it's not the end. In fact, things are just getting started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4648081545185482727?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4648081545185482727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4648081545185482727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeltheheat.html' title='FeelTheHeat'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sb4BTuGJvSI/AAAAAAAACOI/6Uu7NfW1tac/s72-c/DSC01221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-5896328749333739191</id><published>2009-03-13T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:48:39.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYs for Capital Punishment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't feel like going tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell. I know I'm irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm on the verge of forgetting what's like in town, and what's in this season. Really. My daily dressing revolves around spag/tanktop/tee+short with flipflops and barely any makeup on (saves money i know). I can't even be bothered with my dear hair these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, whats new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, at least now I feel it's much more humane of Singapore to exercise capital punishment instead of lifetime imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now don't be telling me.."Then go out la!"..well, understand that I actually want to study, but my attention span is so darn short. A problem I've yet to be able to counter. It's not that I'm dying to not study and go out. Moreover, it's not like town will take me a day to travel to. I can go down anytime, if i like to. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hope Dad will revise his budget and buy me a Garmin GPS.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's friday, the 13th again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-5896328749333739191?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5896328749333739191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/5896328749333739191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/yays-for-capital-punishment.html' title='YAYs for Capital Punishment!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-410325166186162234</id><published>2009-03-10T14:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:29:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stumbled across a set of photos that we took sometime back in school during break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYFlSpT7fI/AAAAAAAACNY/t5lPc75DxdA/s1600-h/Photo193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311438948748488178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYFlSpT7fI/AAAAAAAACNY/t5lPc75DxdA/s400/Photo193.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look how we deliberately tickled Peiying till her face turned tomato. Ops. I hope that was last year, because I'm supposed to be angelic this year. haha Anyway, Nat was the mastermind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYHOqd1NcI/AAAAAAAACNw/Bj8xruyOEbI/s1600-h/Photo198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311440759029052866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYHOqd1NcI/AAAAAAAACNw/Bj8xruyOEbI/s400/Photo198.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And how she turned me into an un-adorable rabbit eventually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYFp9dyrCI/AAAAAAAACNg/mM4AOa15qo8/s1600-h/Photo206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311439028962372642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYFp9dyrCI/AAAAAAAACNg/mM4AOa15qo8/s400/Photo206.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're quits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-410325166186162234?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/410325166186162234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/410325166186162234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/history.html' title='history..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SbYFlSpT7fI/AAAAAAAACNY/t5lPc75DxdA/s72-c/Photo193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1284364354970061516</id><published>2009-03-08T01:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:08:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fightin` [Round 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Suyuan at TM today. And I think it feels good to catch up and study with her again! feels like those days, except that we're both prettier now. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shop, chill and have crazy funs with her again! Wish that I could be immobilized now! it seems like my days are passing fast..yet, not that fast. how tormenting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got bitten several times, but still I don't believe that I am caffaine-activated. So I took coffee today again. Therefore, if you see me online till 5am. No doubt, it's me. But I'll rather be rolling on my bed, than to stare at this meaningless screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how terrible it was to suffer from insomnia. I could hear the slightest noise around my neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like there was this fucking car, didn't know what was its f-ing problem, alarm goes off every 5secs, and it lasted like "forever" to me. Until I was so fed up, I wanted to shut the windows and switch on my air-con. But I waited for a moment after I got up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;aye..like no more already........"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I laid down....then the alarm went off AGAIN! Bloody hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahs, anyway there's an atrocious mozzie in my study room that bit my ass last night. Seems like we have an affinity..&lt;br /&gt;I hereby remind myself: I'm an angel, so I'll let it quench its thirst if it likes to..&lt;br /&gt;before it dies a smashing slamdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Never offend a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1284364354970061516?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1284364354970061516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1284364354970061516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/fightin-round-2.html' title='Fightin` [Round 2]'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-8784144857886438777</id><published>2009-03-05T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:08:50.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was talking to myself earlier. And it's making me laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if I'm okay actually. Found new words that I can't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you see that the biteplate is depressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom cooked porridge for me today. yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh but I wonder how long I can go on saying.."yummy" for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine day after day, week after week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A life filled with porridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sounds like another traumatising tonsilitis period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off I go to catch Marley &amp;amp; Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;3&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/36727363-8784144857886438777?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8784144857886438777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8784144857886438777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/retard.html' title='retard'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-9031266530420549856</id><published>2009-03-04T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:09:16.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AbsolutelyNothing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life with a short tongue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the first day I'm picking up short-tongued language. Not by will, of course. My dentist placed this biteplate at the back of my teeth, and now I can't say things starting with d, r, s, t...etc. So if I say "REALLY meh", it'll sound like "Rarely meh", "speak" sounds like "svpik" and "radio" sounds like "ladio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "C-riusti"(seriously) very sad man. This means if I go to Ktv, I can only watch people sing, while people laugh at me sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so determined to put this to an end within 2months' time. She mentioned 6wks, but I'm very skeptical about it, really. The rubberbands that I've to put the the sides..disastrous. I was smsing a friend, saying that I just broke one side of the rubberbands. She replied within 2-3mins time telling me to be gentle with it, and I replied her within the next min that "I broke the other side too.." I'm sorry that I made her burst out laughing in the library alone..ha so the worst is not about not being able to speak that clearly or having rubberbands that restrict my yawning etc, but it's that I can no longer bite with my chewing teeth! I can now only eat with my front teeth. This means, I am so gona S.T.A.R.V.E.. yes, that is. Because I can only feed myself with liquid food, no chewing (because I really don't know how to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my brilliant dentist. -_- why am I the only one who has to go through this phase of braces treatment? My teeth before braces wasn't even undesirable! I just wanted to wear braces, so I can have even nicer teeth. But she seems to be treating me like as if my teeth was That bad. Wrong choice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I went down to Hougang Mall to collect my Fenugreek from a Medicine Hall. That bloody uncle forgot to help me grind!! And he still had the cheeks to chuckle and say "aiya, i forgot ley!" Seriously, I thought he was joking with me initially know. Till he kept repeating that he really forgot..then, you can imagine my face went really black..BLACK. argh.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off, I didn't even wana answer him when I'll be collecting, I just turned and walked out... $&amp;amp;*@&amp;amp;#*!&lt;br /&gt;Just because he's old enough to be my ah gong doesn't mean I can't be rude to him ok. Wasted more than 30mins of my life going there for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best activity of the day, is to sit at home nicely showered and not go anywhere. I swear I nearly cursed everyone around me on my way home (in my heart). That was how grumpy I was. Yes, now you know. Girls are scary! Very scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel good again. ((: Nothing really makes me unhappy for long I suppose. Power of mood swing. And I love the show Las Vegas! Caught it on SCV last night at 2am because I was so bored. Then I felt like I'm hooked onto it. haa..come to think of it. I haven't finish watching Gossip Girls, Heroes, Desp Housewives and not yet started on my Reaper. But I'll still grab Las Vegas. You peeps should watch it too! I love their humour, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sa5wvMtchyI/AAAAAAAACNI/PGBE2Rp5fQs/s1600-h/photo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309304966884394786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sa5wvMtchyI/AAAAAAAACNI/PGBE2Rp5fQs/s400/photo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sa5xEbLCEeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/G1GJBokIgas/s1600-h/photo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309305331543839202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sa5xEbLCEeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/G1GJBokIgas/s400/photo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Totally my kind of dog!&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/36727363-9031266530420549856?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/9031266530420549856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/9031266530420549856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/absolutelynothing.html' title='AbsolutelyNothing!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sa5wvMtchyI/AAAAAAAACNI/PGBE2Rp5fQs/s72-c/photo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6733152073391221975</id><published>2009-03-03T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:09:35.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget the star, I'm reaching for the moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I can see, most of my friends (other than those taking exams with me), are more gan chiong that "I OUGHT TO BE STUDYING" than myself. I am equally perplexed over this issue too. Why is it that I ain't motivated to study? I used to be a tuition teacher for over 2 yrs and have been nagging at my students who suffered from attention deficit. Never expect myself to end up the same way as them. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's paper was...well, you suggest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I answered 3 out of 8 qns for Section A. And I had the intention to answer only ONE initially. Then I had far too much time, and I didn't wana leave the hall cos my friends were still doing the paper. So I attempted another 2 before I finally K.O.ed. Bravos to my Section B, because for some qns, I knew how to do it. I just knew it, you know. But I only remembered how, after submission.&lt;br /&gt;shrugs`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps my lecturers will be so scared to not give me an A because I may possibly STAB them during revision lessons. So, who knows. I may get an A afterall! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's only mock papers anyway. I will start studying for real soon. SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And mark my words, my actual papers will be so much, so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IQ-Damn-High Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6733152073391221975?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6733152073391221975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6733152073391221975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-star-im-reaching-for-moon.html' title='forget the star, I&apos;m reaching for the moon.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7941850008206766003</id><published>2009-03-02T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:10:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I need luckS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did a quiz that Nat forwarded to me. (as i can see, we're all gona be screwed for our mocks partly due to Fb) It's to find out who's my soulmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is outgoing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sav56ax7rbI/AAAAAAAACMY/AEo4WsgBDsw/s1600-h/carebear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308611367802744242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sav56ax7rbI/AAAAAAAACMY/AEo4WsgBDsw/s400/carebear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You belong with someone unafraid to show their wild side. At first they may seem shy, but once you truly get to know them, you see their true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a short COMMENT. i thought they were gona like screen out the personalities of my soulmate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nearly suffered a heart attack just now. I didnt quite bother reading the letter regarding the GST credits. Just realised that I've to reg online before I am entitled to that amount. wth. fortunately, i'll still be getting the money. Anyway, macro tomorrow. Gona sleep earlier with an empty brain. ahs, luck is all I need. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have some laughs, and good holy night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phrase of the day (only for today if you realise, actually): "A baby at the front seat of a car can cause an accident, an accident at the back seat of the car can cause a baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-7941850008206766003?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7941850008206766003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7941850008206766003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-need-lucks.html' title='So, I need luckS.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Sav56ax7rbI/AAAAAAAACMY/AEo4WsgBDsw/s72-c/carebear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6416176961805150947</id><published>2009-03-01T16:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:11:51.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerios`</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scrapbooking is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pleased with my first hands-on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a random thought, I realise that there are so much that I want to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must be the pre-exam symptoms. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I'm planning to pick up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Advanced Excel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapIGXvzsAI/AAAAAAAACMA/VF6HaMn93_U/s1600-h/c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308134385100500994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapIGXvzsAI/AAAAAAAACMA/VF6HaMn93_U/s400/c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHA5DncgI/AAAAAAAACLY/JZdsTF4oLsw/s1600-h/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308133191451111938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHA5DncgI/AAAAAAAACLY/JZdsTF4oLsw/s400/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHHn2AyMI/AAAAAAAACLw/TRfxJn4uZfs/s1600-h/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308133307089733826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHHn2AyMI/AAAAAAAACLw/TRfxJn4uZfs/s400/c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHA8-qmVI/AAAAAAAACLg/9N1gzz1QrLM/s1600-h/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308133192504088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHA8-qmVI/AAAAAAAACLg/9N1gzz1QrLM/s400/c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHAS3uZqI/AAAAAAAACLA/fNwJyFJUsd4/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308133181200688802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHAS3uZqI/AAAAAAAACLA/fNwJyFJUsd4/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHAmb8E4I/AAAAAAAACLQ/XKsIL54m2fY/s1600-h/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308133186452853634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHAmb8E4I/AAAAAAAACLQ/XKsIL54m2fY/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHAWonpEI/AAAAAAAACLI/BqOcBQnyvlg/s1600-h/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308133182211073090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHAWonpEI/AAAAAAAACLI/BqOcBQnyvlg/s400/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapHHiA6zHI/AAAAAAAACLo/9Zpel8otKoE/s1600-h/c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapJC6nq51I/AAAAAAAACMI/9O6k--XEnhg/s1600-h/c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308135425253762898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapJC6nq51I/AAAAAAAACMI/9O6k--XEnhg/s400/c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I prefer my messy look. but you know, it's not that Cool to be out with a messy look. My friends may just offer me a comb, and endless malu-ness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6416176961805150947?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6416176961805150947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6416176961805150947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheerios.html' title='Cheerios`'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SapIGXvzsAI/AAAAAAAACMA/VF6HaMn93_U/s72-c/c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7229798200429786612</id><published>2009-02-28T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:12:07.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breadn'butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've the idea to take a walk to the nearest mall, which probably would be dark at this hour to grab some macs, because I'm hungry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hunger seems to be a part of my life, and it scares the hell outta me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why, I love to take walks at night, though it can be pretty intimidating to be on one alone, but nonetheless, i love the serenity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The peace I don't get when I'm driving with my dad beside me. The thought-of-the-day I don't have time to settle for. The people and fun I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No doubt, there are times I wish for a companion who's willing to take strolls with me at night. It ain't always easy to remind myself that I am single, and that I've to be independent at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least, being single gives me every reason to splurge on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked into URS today and purchased a bag within 10mins or less..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ha. gotta kill every sale you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suppose, I always have my ways to deal with my emotions. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But not for food this time, no way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I've been suffering from insomnia twice due to caff intake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coffee and Tea never worked on me. But recently, it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I hear my dad waking up for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go..&lt;em&gt;fuck, i wana sleeppp....!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"you know what I mean?" quotes britney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-7229798200429786612?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7229798200429786612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7229798200429786612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/breadnbutter.html' title='breadn&apos;butter'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3724805625492550749</id><published>2009-02-27T22:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:12:34.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOOK SO HOT. -__-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Saf83tPEkyI/AAAAAAAACKI/7shyKxO54Xw/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307488719845233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Saf83tPEkyI/AAAAAAAACKI/7shyKxO54Xw/s400/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say bye to my 6-month fringe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll miss youuuuuuu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SagAomSTFGI/AAAAAAAACKw/nZA9gNkdCiA/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307492858328192098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SagAomSTFGI/AAAAAAAACKw/nZA9gNkdCiA/s400/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Saf-9i63JGI/AAAAAAAACKQ/2amFd6a2PKM/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307491019178583138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Saf-9i63JGI/AAAAAAAACKQ/2amFd6a2PKM/s400/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honestly, I'm starting to miss the days of my long fringe already. Afterall, it's more classy rather than adorable. But I shall just......grow it again. haha I'm so damn fickle-minded, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So in order for me not to regret further right. Next time when you do see me, please add this "omg. you look so hot!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s: oi, zhenhui. Now you know what are bangs. ha mister suaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3724805625492550749?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3724805625492550749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3724805625492550749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-look-so-hot.html' title='I LOOK SO HOT. -__-'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/Saf83tPEkyI/AAAAAAAACKI/7shyKxO54Xw/s72-c/DSC00495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3635696791025755792</id><published>2009-02-23T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:12:55.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveMeMore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided not to be so mean afterall, hence I deleted the previous entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum made me salad! Maybe i'll bring it to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still hesitant about my hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bangs or no bangs??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think if i say i don't wana cut it anymore, G's gona roll her big eyeballs off me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cos i've changed my mind so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hate the growing it back to long fringe process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so perhaps, i'll just reference on diff models' hairstyles before i decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be happy with life's little things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Very important-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;qy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3635696791025755792?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3635696791025755792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3635696791025755792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovememore.html' title='LoveMeMore'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3315180091228736883</id><published>2009-02-20T18:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:13:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InTheEnd..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories are not just two-dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;It merely tunes complexity to the simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZ6JepcokWI/AAAAAAAACJ4/wdETTA4Qb94/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I, myself and me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat here the whole of 40mins, reflecting on my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I guess it's just my day that I end up with these few lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm looking forward to the end of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But all I keep thinking of is..should I get my bangs again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very likely, you'll see me in bangs soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super bored of my hair already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the rate it grows, I'm gona be old soon. ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need longer and more hair please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cupid doesn't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qy&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/36727363-3315180091228736883?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3315180091228736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3315180091228736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/fenced-up.html' title='InTheEnd..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4356656201185857290</id><published>2009-02-17T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:13:55.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"A lifetime ago, with frozen eyes they closed the doors. Suddenly I realized what locks are for, no trusting them anymore. "lights are out". Empty stare, innocent and unaware, dragged out from my home, my lair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The walls around me, eyes surround me, feed my fear again.I must be freed or I will die before the harvest moon, my friend.I do not have another year in me, you've gotta set me free. The dream is alive, I can run up the hills every night,go around and see another side of the tree.Freedom has a meaning for me, howl with me.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Q&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4356656201185857290?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4356656201185857290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4356656201185857290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/cage.html' title='The cage.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-7004724861875226106</id><published>2009-02-12T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:07:25.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esplanade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a real long time since I've been to Esplanade library. Serenity is something you'll definitely find there, and I'm glad they preserved it. I find memories of myself and friends whom I've been there with..It feels so goooooD to be back again. I know, I talk like an old lady. whatever luh! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDlXBSrI/AAAAAAAACJw/WvRjmbEslHY/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621929843706546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDlXBSrI/AAAAAAAACJw/WvRjmbEslHY/s400/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like rainy days (when I'm watching the rain from inside)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDSAVllI/AAAAAAAACJo/NLXq-lliQSg/s1600-h/SNC00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621924648293970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDSAVllI/AAAAAAAACJo/NLXq-lliQSg/s400/SNC00491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and SooHann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDYE-d3I/AAAAAAAACJg/0IMCr4RYTFk/s1600-h/SNC00493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621926278362994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDYE-d3I/AAAAAAAACJg/0IMCr4RYTFk/s400/SNC00493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Haii. I hate exams.&lt;/div&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/36727363-7004724861875226106?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7004724861875226106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/7004724861875226106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/esplanade.html' title='Esplanade'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SZMlDlXBSrI/AAAAAAAACJw/WvRjmbEslHY/s72-c/DSC00462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-40971780076322806</id><published>2009-02-09T14:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:34:31.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My engine is in an unsurprisingly good condition today. (my mood)&lt;br /&gt;Shall drive my family out for dinner tonight and I'm gona try to drag my house-rooted bro out!&lt;br /&gt;okays, I rarely get the chance to boast. LOL. so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;I only scored 2 demerit points for TP!&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was kind of expecting 0 pt. haha&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. still a pretty pleasant result for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous last night that I could barely sleep. So I only had 2 hrs of rest.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, all the way through my warm up and waiting of TP, I was still nervous, but the anxiety completely disappeared when the tester called for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm not so pleased with is that I've no motivation to study at all.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me. I usually try hard for things that I want to achieve. But I'm losing this gradually..&lt;br /&gt;Bad move.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to salvage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat at Bishan for prawning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lovely babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkTB7r3I/AAAAAAAACJA/FYuQziIC3rY/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693404533632882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkTB7r3I/AAAAAAAACJA/FYuQziIC3rY/s400/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And their beaus.aka.my first degree friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YyPNJ33I/AAAAAAAACJQ/GNBs9K8sZ7k/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693644025126770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YyPNJ33I/AAAAAAAACJQ/GNBs9K8sZ7k/s400/DSC01080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;got to give him the credits for being "the most dedicated earthworm-cutting man"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YyBG71wI/AAAAAAAACJI/v8Kitm6kTqQ/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693640240944898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YyBG71wI/AAAAAAAACJI/v8Kitm6kTqQ/s400/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_Y4PkFAgI/AAAAAAAACJY/TAS-KtJNDiI/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693747200492034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_Y4PkFAgI/AAAAAAAACJY/TAS-KtJNDiI/s400/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkJbCwhI/AAAAAAAACI4/e00At_dZVhA/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693401954599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkJbCwhI/AAAAAAAACI4/e00At_dZVhA/s400/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkKdihuI/AAAAAAAACIw/7RDTk15kTnI/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693402233505506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkKdihuI/AAAAAAAACIw/7RDTk15kTnI/s400/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkPINznI/AAAAAAAACIo/eys14sBDPMw/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693403486244466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkPINznI/AAAAAAAACIo/eys14sBDPMw/s400/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkB8iSzI/AAAAAAAACIg/grz77pWIfyc/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693399947594546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkB8iSzI/AAAAAAAACIg/grz77pWIfyc/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooh. so cruel. but even if i don't eat them, someone else will right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOuva9EI/AAAAAAAACIY/QdbI8HmtRcw/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693034015061058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOuva9EI/AAAAAAAACIY/QdbI8HmtRcw/s400/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOpU9TjI/AAAAAAAACIQ/pw9Kpt047w8/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693032561888818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOpU9TjI/AAAAAAAACIQ/pw9Kpt047w8/s400/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shirin only pose lo. never do anything. at least I helped to SPRINKLE the salt, although it took ages, and I eventually gave up. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOTkahvI/AAAAAAAACII/PjmnixFbLPg/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693026721138418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOTkahvI/AAAAAAAACII/PjmnixFbLPg/s400/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOYdN5HI/AAAAAAAACIA/O6DvIb4avdM/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693028033127538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOYdN5HI/AAAAAAAACIA/O6DvIb4avdM/s400/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our signature Star-ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOYKEm5I/AAAAAAAACH4/C1UIr_N-Vho/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693027952827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YOYKEm5I/AAAAAAAACH4/C1UIr_N-Vho/s400/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawns eat them, we eat prawns = We eat them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like a rubber band.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_X5S4poNI/AAAAAAAACHo/qIljNg2g18Q/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300692665760325842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_X5S4poNI/AAAAAAAACHo/qIljNg2g18Q/s400/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They became this short thanks to Mr. Worm-cutter aka Bubble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300692666523228402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_X5VuimPI/AAAAAAAACHw/pX4OvP0Dw6o/s400/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And every piece of them's still wriggling. yucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-40971780076322806?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/40971780076322806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/40971780076322806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-engine-is-in-unsurprisingly-good.html' title='High!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY_YkTB7r3I/AAAAAAAACJA/FYuQziIC3rY/s72-c/DSC01071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3011730815111264586</id><published>2009-02-08T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:03:29.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>An absolute hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY67zgzLIUI/AAAAAAAACHY/xH3hjvqVeSQ/s1600-h/leighton+meester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300380305113948482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY67zgzLIUI/AAAAAAAACHY/xH3hjvqVeSQ/s400/leighton+meester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE THEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY67zlnxAWI/AAAAAAAACHQ/Vc_QDxVJDPw/s1600-h/blair+and+chucj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300380306408276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY67zlnxAWI/AAAAAAAACHQ/Vc_QDxVJDPw/s400/blair+and+chucj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q&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/36727363-3011730815111264586?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3011730815111264586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3011730815111264586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SY67zgzLIUI/AAAAAAAACHY/xH3hjvqVeSQ/s72-c/leighton+meester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3146897251598874145</id><published>2009-02-01T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:40:19.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LockOnMySmiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2am in the morning, I notice a reticent figure in the mirror staring straight at me. It seemed like the universe went silent at this very moment. The look in her eyes drew me closer. I don't know how long the stare went on for, but I think I'm in love with her. As curiosity sparked me. I took a big leap forward and stepped into her world. A world of adventures, a world of fantasies. Will I be able to interpret her language? I don't think I care anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVZzfX4Q-I/AAAAAAAACHI/vYSto4ue_9U/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297739277801112546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVZzfX4Q-I/AAAAAAAACHI/vYSto4ue_9U/s400/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart my messy bed. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVheAgK6I/AAAAAAAACGA/xMGgWlbtR08/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734570150472610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVheAgK6I/AAAAAAAACGA/xMGgWlbtR08/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVW_jnv70I/AAAAAAAACHA/I2UrO52uCeg/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297736186564964162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVW_jnv70I/AAAAAAAACHA/I2UrO52uCeg/s400/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVWnn2pUSI/AAAAAAAACG4/EVizLeily24/s1600-h/DSC01041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735775384326434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVWnn2pUSI/AAAAAAAACG4/EVizLeily24/s400/DSC01041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish for all the time in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhpW0LiI/AAAAAAAACGg/fnuYo4j-6Bw/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734573196848674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhpW0LiI/AAAAAAAACGg/fnuYo4j-6Bw/s400/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like I wana cry and smile at the same time..but I like this photo, nice complexion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhTBpYLI/AAAAAAAACGY/yxrXAdPyVp4/s1600-h/DSC01054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734567202480306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhTBpYLI/AAAAAAAACGY/yxrXAdPyVp4/s400/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camwhoring is sucha great exercise to destress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhSYfgVI/AAAAAAAACGQ/QlwLcoXZF3U/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734567029866834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhSYfgVI/AAAAAAAACGQ/QlwLcoXZF3U/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooH. double eyelids for ONCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhZjA1aI/AAAAAAAACGI/7RoqcDan_Ak/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297734568953042338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVVhZjA1aI/AAAAAAAACGI/7RoqcDan_Ak/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVV_dpbFcI/AAAAAAAACGw/h9O0-wCSzjA/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735085449745858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVV_dpbFcI/AAAAAAAACGw/h9O0-wCSzjA/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time to dust my LCD. hehs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVV_f8oucI/AAAAAAAACGo/i33d-cocpt0/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735086067202498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVV_f8oucI/AAAAAAAACGo/i33d-cocpt0/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3146897251598874145?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3146897251598874145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3146897251598874145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/pin-onto-my-smile.html' title='LockOnMySmiles'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SYVZzfX4Q-I/AAAAAAAACHI/vYSto4ue_9U/s72-c/DSC01048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2798739312897334496</id><published>2009-02-01T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:02:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TrainOfThoughts</title><content type='html'>A pretty long journey I had on the trains today set me thinking..&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that most guys really can't do gift wrapping for nuts?&lt;br /&gt;I saw this indian man trying to wrap up a gift with his son as his assistant. It was a mere basic concept. All of a sudden, this big man seemed like a 3year old kid struggling with pencils and crayons. He was all focused and dedicated. I so wanted to offer him my help.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;He took a lot of effort just having to fold in the sides of the wrapper..and I had a tiring time watching him struggle too. haha&lt;br /&gt;I recall wrapping my own books (with the help of my mum), as young as I was a primary school kid. PRO right. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;So why can't most men do gift wrapping, I wonder? It's as simple as an origami, which most kids (maybe of my era) do what. Besides, wrapping a box is such a standard procedure. hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookays. And and..what happens when the passenger on your left stood up and gave his seat to someone who happens to smell pretty bad..? then imagine this, my right passenger alighted moments later, and tada! another smelly person took that seat. So I'm kiapped in between them two. The worst is, they had to exchange words from time to time. Head popping so near to me somemore. I was kind of irritated, I lifted my notes up to block their vision from meeting. haha (i can't be bothered to ask if they wanted to exchange seat with me anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, things ain't always that bad. I saw this guy who looks like an asian version of chace crawford!! omg. his facial features are so perfect, and he's got nice hair, a muscular built, and he's very tall. But, a pity that his dress sense' just so-so. Why don't I have any friend like him(gay also nvm)...WHY? WHY?? then I can help to change his style of dressing and make him look like a supermodel! -_____- *dreams..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2798739312897334496?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2798739312897334496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2798739312897334496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/trainofthoughts.html' title='TrainOfThoughts'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1240009262560534541</id><published>2009-01-31T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:10:13.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gruelling hours begin</title><content type='html'>OMG. it's only the first day..and i so feel like getting out of the house already.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S. please, someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rights.&lt;br /&gt;i will persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how the rumours get distorted as they are being spread around..?&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely recall this was our conve last night. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP: OMFG! there's a gang bang in sengkang!&lt;br /&gt;me: ..wtf! tell me tell me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PP: wait ar..it's 2guys 1girl!!&lt;br /&gt;me: huh..then then??&lt;br /&gt;me: i wana read the article!&lt;br /&gt;PP: wait ar...my mum says chinese papers got. i go find!&lt;br /&gt;-really waited for quite long..-&lt;br /&gt;PP: oh nono. the girl willing one..&lt;br /&gt;(anti-climax!)&lt;br /&gt;-____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it's just this girl and 2 guys (looks like they're from north vista sec) hugging and kissing in a lying position at a multistorey carpark. machiam bodoh right. hanky panky wana do it in such an open space in broad daylight, in uniforms somemore!! haha but at least, sk is SAFE for now.&lt;br /&gt;PP managed to find the &lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=53595"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; for me to read anyway. nothing very juicy though. i will only say. the photographer ain't very skillful. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. im going back to study. my life is such a bore.. cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1240009262560534541?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1240009262560534541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1240009262560534541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg.html' title='gruelling hours begin'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2314084812964235851</id><published>2009-01-30T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:58:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>followsuit-</title><content type='html'>Holidays have ended. School is starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out still, but I suggest..&lt;br /&gt;Sweet after bitter&lt;br /&gt;It will work for sure.&lt;br /&gt;So no more going out, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe starclique prawning still ok. waha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you all for dinners/lunches still. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: can't wait for TP to come!! im goddamn excited!&lt;br /&gt;and, shirin! dont be lazy! save those photos from my blog. haha. okay, i admit. im lazy to post them on fb. tsks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2314084812964235851?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2314084812964235851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2314084812964235851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/followsuit.html' title='followsuit-'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2550202476904691304</id><published>2009-01-24T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:10:10.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gasp.</title><content type='html'>slow and steady, babe.&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3..here i come.&lt;br /&gt;im gona give myself a pat on the back..(or not, it should look quite retarded. im thinking whoever came up with this phrase must be quite retarded.)&lt;br /&gt;and i hereby, grant myself a deserving break!&lt;br /&gt;gona mj at zhenhui's again! tsk. happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gona win back all the money from that mw if he's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, py and i went for classic mani+pedi at amk. what's with those damn msian manicurists? all they ever know is to do manicures ( i respect their skills), then just freaking do your job well and stop attituding your customers! damn those bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;conned us of a stupid footscrub somemore. $&amp;amp;#*$!$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gona take a shower. i keep thinking that i stink.&lt;br /&gt;hmm......... (of course i dont. angels smell good all the time..)&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2550202476904691304?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2550202476904691304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2550202476904691304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/gasp.html' title='gasp.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1743422149888766640</id><published>2009-01-21T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:10:50.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DanceWithMe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm slightly freaked out at why I'm getting brusied with blueblacks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) so easily&lt;br /&gt;2) so plentifully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need some tonics to regulate my blood circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXaengJvT7I/AAAAAAAACFA/Xwmllp9NHfQ/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293592813503467442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXaengJvT7I/AAAAAAAACFA/Xwmllp9NHfQ/s400/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stardom. Unite our powers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You think this clique only contains girls? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wrong! there are 2 males apparently. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ps: 2nd post in 2hrs. you can tell how distracted i am from studying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1743422149888766640?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1743422149888766640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1743422149888766640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancewithme.html' title='DanceWithMe..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXaengJvT7I/AAAAAAAACFA/Xwmllp9NHfQ/s72-c/DSC01028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-1958414643984238250</id><published>2009-01-21T08:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:42:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IOwnMe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXZuns0fDHI/AAAAAAAACEw/BpUonHCR8V4/s1600-h/P1000996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293540040345848946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXZuns0fDHI/AAAAAAAACEw/BpUonHCR8V4/s400/P1000996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXZrCTVH8RI/AAAAAAAACEo/xEmt5MsCjc4/s1600-h/P1000996.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discover the underlying veracity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to take up photography once I graduate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-1958414643984238250?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1958414643984238250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/1958414643984238250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/iownme.html' title='IOwnMe.'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXZuns0fDHI/AAAAAAAACEw/BpUonHCR8V4/s72-c/P1000996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-2947659384289244746</id><published>2009-01-19T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:05:58.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallin' Into Pieces..</title><content type='html'>Of times like this, all I ever think of is to reverse time.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end, I know I don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;I can't give up, and there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;Stress level is on the rise, but I've yet to find a way to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;Free me from school.&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Im not that close to graduation yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-2947659384289244746?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2947659384289244746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/2947659384289244746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/fallin-into-pieces.html' title='Fallin&apos; Into Pieces..'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3638018538241114031</id><published>2009-01-17T19:52:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:00:21.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Record-breaking: I just blogged 80,222 words!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swissotel: Stationed level 56!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOgzE1U5I/AAAAAAAACEQ/J0NHWcIfFug/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292238099998659474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOgzE1U5I/AAAAAAAACEQ/J0NHWcIfFug/s400/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We caught sunrise together. And it was for the very first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOWc8kOKI/AAAAAAAACEI/1rZNThuP04s/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237922259712162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOWc8kOKI/AAAAAAAACEI/1rZNThuP04s/s400/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really breathtaking. Wish I could stay there forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOWAbezEI/AAAAAAAACEA/1jkagBsZ_3Y/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237914604751938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOWAbezEI/AAAAAAAACEA/1jkagBsZ_3Y/s400/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOWD30-0I/AAAAAAAACD4/6EVyCiESnXo/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237915528952642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOWD30-0I/AAAAAAAACD4/6EVyCiESnXo/s400/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOV_yloiI/AAAAAAAACDw/oyVPGwbtHlM/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237914433233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOV_yloiI/AAAAAAAACDw/oyVPGwbtHlM/s400/DSC01012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOVvQdogI/AAAAAAAACDo/u-om6-stZNc/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237909995135490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOVvQdogI/AAAAAAAACDo/u-om6-stZNc/s400/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOENP82_I/AAAAAAAACDg/NAa9Bc5SPYQ/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237608808406002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOENP82_I/AAAAAAAACDg/NAa9Bc5SPYQ/s400/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dawn is breaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOEFm4YLI/AAAAAAAACDY/AVuXHe1LqWg/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237606757097650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOEFm4YLI/AAAAAAAACDY/AVuXHe1LqWg/s400/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOEKZ69yI/AAAAAAAACDQ/CrJqxp_OBT4/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237608044918562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOEKZ69yI/AAAAAAAACDQ/CrJqxp_OBT4/s400/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; G got conned that it was a complimentary bread given by the hotel. And she peeled off half the ear, and almost ate it! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHODvUYINI/AAAAAAAACDI/95U7i3EAQwM/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237600773906642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHODvUYINI/AAAAAAAACDI/95U7i3EAQwM/s400/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crossroads at 5 in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHODsTN6kI/AAAAAAAACDA/lXP9SNOIZqk/s1600-h/DSC00998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237599963736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHODsTN6kI/AAAAAAAACDA/lXP9SNOIZqk/s400/DSC00998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Integrated resort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNv792zII/AAAAAAAACC4/W8KnLbSQpn8/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237260571724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNv792zII/AAAAAAAACC4/W8KnLbSQpn8/s400/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvl6BGdI/AAAAAAAACCw/inMhpyO21zA/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237254650042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvl6BGdI/AAAAAAAACCw/inMhpyO21zA/s400/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They both have the same unique posture of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvqeB6qI/AAAAAAAACCo/QwnfCNBQIu4/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237255874833058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvqeB6qI/AAAAAAAACCo/QwnfCNBQIu4/s400/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unglam moments. who took them!? ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvg3E98I/AAAAAAAACCg/GdZTJaisAww/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237253295536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvg3E98I/AAAAAAAACCg/GdZTJaisAww/s400/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even more unglam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvaVEyxI/AAAAAAAACCY/HUccf5z8RP8/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292237251542305554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNvaVEyxI/AAAAAAAACCY/HUccf5z8RP8/s400/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQvIT87I/AAAAAAAACCQ/xzYOMLk8FpE/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236724549972914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQvIT87I/AAAAAAAACCQ/xzYOMLk8FpE/s400/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hilarium is so damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQUAvMgI/AAAAAAAACCI/xYcvIFOnqE8/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236717270446594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQUAvMgI/AAAAAAAACCI/xYcvIFOnqE8/s400/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQcJuq2I/AAAAAAAACCA/H_uSep5oGFU/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236719455644514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQcJuq2I/AAAAAAAACCA/H_uSep5oGFU/s400/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake part. (sorry, the order of the photos is the other way round.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQW4l0iI/AAAAAAAACB4/jvqAo_mgspQ/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236718041584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQW4l0iI/AAAAAAAACB4/jvqAo_mgspQ/s400/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; never forgets to pose nicely..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQKvS7zI/AAAAAAAACBw/iJezp-YRv7c/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236714781372210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHNQKvS7zI/AAAAAAAACBw/iJezp-YRv7c/s400/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM6QFHquI/AAAAAAAACBo/KMHo1ldb9dQ/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236338257963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM6QFHquI/AAAAAAAACBo/KMHo1ldb9dQ/s400/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake we decorated for G. SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM6NQBBjI/AAAAAAAACBg/PLD3cDorB9g/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236337498359346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM6NQBBjI/AAAAAAAACBg/PLD3cDorB9g/s400/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM6EE-0YI/AAAAAAAACBY/Elflb_4Znh0/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236335036158338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM6EE-0YI/AAAAAAAACBY/Elflb_4Znh0/s400/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM5-Ec5WI/AAAAAAAACBQ/pLpaTKNRe3I/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236333423322466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM5-Ec5WI/AAAAAAAACBQ/pLpaTKNRe3I/s400/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM5nkVysI/AAAAAAAACBI/ZNavork9xlo/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292236327383059138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHM5nkVysI/AAAAAAAACBI/ZNavork9xlo/s400/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfjFJDvI/AAAAAAAACBA/KPEEiyn5Lc4/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235879501860594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfjFJDvI/AAAAAAAACBA/KPEEiyn5Lc4/s400/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfo_2pMI/AAAAAAAACA4/aZcCYZwsmbI/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235881090294978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfo_2pMI/AAAAAAAACA4/aZcCYZwsmbI/s400/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfaXJpyI/AAAAAAAACAw/E9oKcLCIi00/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235877161477922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfaXJpyI/AAAAAAAACAw/E9oKcLCIi00/s400/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfRG_G2I/AAAAAAAACAo/SNiLlLgagH8/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235874677758818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfRG_G2I/AAAAAAAACAo/SNiLlLgagH8/s400/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfNMN_JI/AAAAAAAACAg/rN5grYuP9N0/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235873625963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHMfNMN_JI/AAAAAAAACAg/rN5grYuP9N0/s400/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pagaent Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL_W9T_4I/AAAAAAAACAY/WeI8uvpiW6c/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235326491983746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL_W9T_4I/AAAAAAAACAY/WeI8uvpiW6c/s400/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drooling at the xiao long baos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL_Q6DpRI/AAAAAAAACAQ/KrrhaT6qx_w/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235324867716370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL_Q6DpRI/AAAAAAAACAQ/KrrhaT6qx_w/s400/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ding Tai Fung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL_P4zCOI/AAAAAAAACAI/7pQD8n0k0sI/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235324593998050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL_P4zCOI/AAAAAAAACAI/7pQD8n0k0sI/s400/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL-36_wWI/AAAAAAAACAA/dQbve0P5VP4/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235318160769378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL-36_wWI/AAAAAAAACAA/dQbve0P5VP4/s400/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL-wvHWNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/tC1zkHZrlMc/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292235316231887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHL-wvHWNI/AAAAAAAAB_4/tC1zkHZrlMc/s400/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They HUGGED..for 1 second. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLj2Xh-uI/AAAAAAAAB_w/ysBMgfvnK4s/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234853887113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLj2Xh-uI/AAAAAAAAB_w/ysBMgfvnK4s/s400/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLjj1oddI/AAAAAAAAB_o/9AIX48pw7ac/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234848913094098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLjj1oddI/AAAAAAAAB_o/9AIX48pw7ac/s400/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aw, it's a Spring Summer Gucci Wallet! wrapped with many many layers of...newspapers...?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLjZKYndI/AAAAAAAAB_g/G6q2AyzGDbk/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234846047346130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLjZKYndI/AAAAAAAAB_g/G6q2AyzGDbk/s400/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The room was filled with red metallic balloons.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLje8j58I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/eJSAWUJpSf4/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234847599978434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLje8j58I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/eJSAWUJpSf4/s400/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLMA7FwGI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/aa5XqbnBxpo/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234444403753058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLMA7FwGI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/aa5XqbnBxpo/s400/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLMAZY_vI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3SYOFpMnIAI/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234444262407922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLMAZY_vI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3SYOFpMnIAI/s400/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLL5SSt9I/AAAAAAAAB_A/AEOMSa3-yxY/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234442353588178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLL5SSt9I/AAAAAAAAB_A/AEOMSa3-yxY/s400/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLL2hKi_I/AAAAAAAAB-4/Wus7DX4KAUs/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234441610660850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLL2hKi_I/AAAAAAAAB-4/Wus7DX4KAUs/s400/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLLuziO_I/AAAAAAAAB-w/0ds9XJe90vA/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234439540227058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHLLuziO_I/AAAAAAAAB-w/0ds9XJe90vA/s400/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5e1FpeI/AAAAAAAAB-o/tvI8BKx24ps/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234126014129634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5e1FpeI/AAAAAAAAB-o/tvI8BKx24ps/s400/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crying and laughing at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5VlvA4I/AAAAAAAAB-g/SLU9FfH3TTg/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234123533812610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5VlvA4I/AAAAAAAAB-g/SLU9FfH3TTg/s400/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5BtS2WI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/8J-aEP0T7zw/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234118196812130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5BtS2WI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/8J-aEP0T7zw/s400/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovely Gwen &amp;amp; Boonyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5OjB2FI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yHgwknubfJg/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292234121643415634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHK5OjB2FI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/yHgwknubfJg/s400/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evening sun..told you the sequence was the other way round. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKkYcI4-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/q67L9jjb9HQ/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233763521618914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKkYcI4-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/q67L9jjb9HQ/s400/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah..don't..lock me outside.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKkLufxTI/AAAAAAAAB94/839JTblHTTI/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233760108954930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKkLufxTI/AAAAAAAAB94/839JTblHTTI/s400/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKkIJAViI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GTeVn5Vj7Vc/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233759146399266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKkIJAViI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GTeVn5Vj7Vc/s400/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esplanade looks like a strapless bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKj5gAkUI/AAAAAAAAB9o/TrpX42y1BYM/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233755216351554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKj5gAkUI/AAAAAAAAB9o/TrpX42y1BYM/s400/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLdOf7dI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OC1L32Od188/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233335309856210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLdOf7dI/AAAAAAAAB9g/OC1L32Od188/s400/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLfxXWzI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/v4P21xIQxro/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233335992965938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLfxXWzI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/v4P21xIQxro/s400/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLKvqtyI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/N8b8yqI1jaE/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233330348701474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLKvqtyI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/N8b8yqI1jaE/s400/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLCocReI/AAAAAAAAB9I/wdN5o2Z6Qyk/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233328170911202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKLCocReI/AAAAAAAAB9I/wdN5o2Z6Qyk/s400/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKKkq8TkI/AAAAAAAAB9A/OrlR24N-c9k/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292233320128335426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHKKkq8TkI/AAAAAAAAB9A/OrlR24N-c9k/s400/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Jurong Point..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJwzDA5aI/AAAAAAAAB84/BTskQjakgso/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232877310797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJwzDA5aI/AAAAAAAAB84/BTskQjakgso/s400/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpsUD31I/AAAAAAAAB8w/jskFmkpZtis/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232755244162898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpsUD31I/AAAAAAAAB8w/jskFmkpZtis/s400/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJppJWOjI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9bE81oyYWsM/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232754393922098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJppJWOjI/AAAAAAAAB8o/9bE81oyYWsM/s400/DSC00914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpXo50pI/AAAAAAAAB8g/s3yGNoSZ_zw/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232749694440082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpXo50pI/AAAAAAAAB8g/s3yGNoSZ_zw/s400/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpen6UaI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/VJ4PRJgEYhg/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232751569326498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpen6UaI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/VJ4PRJgEYhg/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpaPTe4I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/zKHGz8nPcB0/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292232750392376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHJpaPTe4I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/zKHGz8nPcB0/s400/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day at Bugis for Tom Yam steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI7eDDFyI/AAAAAAAAB8I/jfHsggrDZRw/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231961140729634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI7eDDFyI/AAAAAAAAB8I/jfHsggrDZRw/s400/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crab pose(top) vs Candid Crab pose(bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI7NqDFvI/AAAAAAAAB8A/WcoIJHh2foY/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231956740904690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI7NqDFvI/AAAAAAAAB8A/WcoIJHh2foY/s400/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI6-WhxNI/AAAAAAAAB74/0ZD3zXaNG2U/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231952632497362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI6-WhxNI/AAAAAAAAB74/0ZD3zXaNG2U/s400/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI6oJ7UvI/AAAAAAAAB7w/HNJwsqJOLeA/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231946674066162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI6oJ7UvI/AAAAAAAAB7w/HNJwsqJOLeA/s400/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI6WoYvmI/AAAAAAAAB7o/vlV3IMWILu8/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292231941969985122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHI6WoYvmI/AAAAAAAAB7o/vlV3IMWILu8/s400/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHOoFqRaI/AAAAAAAAB7g/rXdRydHovzY/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230091230299554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHOoFqRaI/AAAAAAAAB7g/rXdRydHovzY/s400/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHOl4aXMI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/FCSB7Ip5h74/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230090637860034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHOl4aXMI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/FCSB7Ip5h74/s400/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHONmJz5I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/kEjKd7zBQlU/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230084118826898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHONmJz5I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/kEjKd7zBQlU/s400/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHOF_bQYI/AAAAAAAAB7I/e3NV_boTcqU/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230082077344130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHOF_bQYI/AAAAAAAAB7I/e3NV_boTcqU/s400/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHNxaG_CI/AAAAAAAAB7A/_aSKRA2MslU/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230076552117282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHHNxaG_CI/AAAAAAAAB7A/_aSKRA2MslU/s400/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr Bean Cafe @ prinsep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGufMqJ7I/AAAAAAAAB64/M7ai3owpxa4/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292229539087919026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGufMqJ7I/AAAAAAAAB64/M7ai3owpxa4/s400/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Car wash..car wash*&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGuYwG0tI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QUNr_Yo5B9Y/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292229537357550290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGuYwG0tI/AAAAAAAAB6w/QUNr_Yo5B9Y/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGuDkLNOI/AAAAAAAAB6o/CZILVFQpJW0/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292229531670361314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGuDkLNOI/AAAAAAAAB6o/CZILVFQpJW0/s400/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGuADhz5I/AAAAAAAAB6g/BbcUtqrW77A/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHVHjm6ssI/AAAAAAAACEg/NTgbkCJryXg/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245362931315394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHVHjm6ssI/AAAAAAAACEg/NTgbkCJryXg/s400/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yumyum, seafood galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGt9w-pLI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/uX6vPbwKKJs/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292229530113451186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHGt9w-pLI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/uX6vPbwKKJs/s400/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHO2gxnWsI/AAAAAAAACEY/AmcNcZv0Ak8/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292238473043335874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHO2gxnWsI/AAAAAAAACEY/AmcNcZv0Ak8/s400/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3638018538241114031?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3638018538241114031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3638018538241114031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/record-breaking-i-just-blogged-80222.html' title='Record-breaking: I just blogged 80,222 words!!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SXHOgzE1U5I/AAAAAAAACEQ/J0NHWcIfFug/s72-c/DSC01018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3469518273661013436</id><published>2009-01-11T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:24:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>allthegoodthings</title><content type='html'>I love freshly squeezed orange juice by my dad!&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;im as good as ever. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3469518273661013436?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3469518273661013436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3469518273661013436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/allthegoodthings.html' title='allthegoodthings'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-8915761155875236214</id><published>2009-01-08T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:52:23.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hold your breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Because a Girl like you is impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartmelts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-8915761155875236214?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8915761155875236214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/8915761155875236214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hold-your-breathe.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-6500919521556847696</id><published>2009-01-04T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:29:13.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>StudyStudyStudy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-see you later,alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-6500919521556847696?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6500919521556847696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/6500919521556847696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/studystudystudy-see-you-lateralligator.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-4731227269800846310</id><published>2009-01-03T01:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:52:24.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown@Genting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6hours of ride..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5YyW_QvpI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1_PfHe5y_Ag/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760634767163026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5YyW_QvpI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1_PfHe5y_Ag/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; we're in for a treat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZE6zJ9PI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Z26qT1WP5eQ/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760953617708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZE6zJ9PI/AAAAAAAAB5g/Z26qT1WP5eQ/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the haunted house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZE7ZppnI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/mCJV1zQZwyY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760953779168882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZE7ZppnI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/mCJV1zQZwyY/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when lovely boys meet angels..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5hlFzfqWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/-pctKEqIL98/s1600-h/collage-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286770302420756834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5hlFzfqWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/-pctKEqIL98/s400/collage-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geraldine curled our hairs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we had Baskin Robbins in the cold air.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZFLhgi-I/AAAAAAAAB5o/iKWSDrV8WCo/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760958107093986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZFLhgi-I/AAAAAAAAB5o/iKWSDrV8WCo/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We took a cable car loop ride. We stuck out our heads to breathe the fresh air and gera told me to better get my head back as we're about to pass a cable point..i shrunk back in a hurry, and tuk! my earring goes flying out to feed the monkeys below. haha whats new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5bmHnZfQI/AAAAAAAAB54/rlnIoskk0io/s1600-h/collage-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286763723016994050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5bmHnZfQI/AAAAAAAAB54/rlnIoskk0io/s400/collage-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tiga! dua! satu...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIREWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZFQ74GFI/AAAAAAAAB5w/xAPIKaK0GTQ/s1600-h/collage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286760959559866450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5ZFQ74GFI/AAAAAAAAB5w/xAPIKaK0GTQ/s400/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: I really am helpless with picasa. it keeps cutting off my face. -.-" and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gera: yeah! i know. tsks. you reinsured me that the watch was nice, thats why i kept thinking of it. haha i bought it from hg mall anyway. they all of a sudden brought in fcuk. perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-4731227269800846310?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4731227269800846310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/4731227269800846310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdowngenting.html' title='Countdown@Genting!'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV5YyW_QvpI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/1_PfHe5y_Ag/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36727363.post-3458780762162460468</id><published>2009-01-02T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:24:57.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewYearGift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV4p0zFa0AI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WzMInQAFxbU/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286708999622414338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV4p0zFa0AI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WzMInQAFxbU/s400/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I laid my eyes on this Fcuk beauty a month ago, and Ive finally gotten it! The lady at the store either misunderstood me, or is bad at mathematics. She sold it to me less of almost 30% when I went to so many other city chain outlets which gave me 15% less at most. I'll take this as a New Year gift to myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, genting with the girls and their boys was certainly so much fun. Although I was the ultimate lightbulb, they certainly eliminated the brightness I brought along. I'll upload the photos soon! 2009 shall be a very good year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New year resolution: Be a nerd. Be less bitchy. In short, I wana be an angelic nerd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36727363-3458780762162460468?l=e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3458780762162460468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36727363/posts/default/3458780762162460468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-new-urban-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-laid-my-eyes-on-this-fcuk-beauty.html' title='NewYearGift'/><author><name>Yin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14324568091475230863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SMc6InVD6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-s/F5k4q5rmWDk/S220/DSCF2024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rfLcqhY1kd4/SV4p0zFa0AI/AAAAAAAAB5I/WzMInQAFxbU/s72-c/DSC00883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
