<?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-6402149</id><updated>2011-07-08T23:25:57.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whineaholics</title><subtitle type='html'>we may be cold heartless bitches but at least we are GOOD at it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>765</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4779360004565477423</id><published>2010-02-20T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:35:00.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't fight this feeling any longer. The more i ignore it, the stronger it becomes. The more i try to laugh it off, the more upset i become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to confront the person and tell her how much her simple act has really hurt me. Yet, i'm scared that it will affect the friendship (though im begining to wonder whether she really regards me as a friend). Afterall, it is her prerogative to do what she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i'm starting to feel frustrated with life. Why am i always the one who tries to get everyone to meet up? And because of events such as people backing out at the last minute, i never really enjoy the meet ups in the end. I sometimes feel like a pathetic loser because people are always too busy to meet up. It really sucks to be rejected. And the recent events have made me realise that no matter what i do, i really mean nothing to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough. I've done all i can. Though admittedly whiny, this is not some random oh-pity-me blogpost. I have realised that social networking tools on the net have the huge capacity to hurt people. I no longer want to be hurt nor hurt others. Hence, i will no longer read blog posts, twitter, facebook and this blog will go on permanent hiatus. To faithful readers, thanks for the memories. It's been a good run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4779360004565477423?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4779360004565477423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4779360004565477423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-fight-this-feeling-any-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-921070723946671159</id><published>2010-02-10T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:27:06.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY deco is up but i feel the urge to buy more decorations... I must resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a bit tired of meeting up with people and then realising that i have nothing to update about my life. Hence! In a vain effort to spice life up, i have decided that if no one determines any travel plans for the next few months.. i will embark on a trip by myself in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-921070723946671159?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/921070723946671159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/921070723946671159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-deco-is-up-but-i-feel-urge-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1653688580623639727</id><published>2010-01-17T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:20:34.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three important random facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Awesome BSB are holding a concert in Feb!1 Dear Claryce's mom, please please please PUHHLLLEEEZZE don't break my heart so.. It would be really awesome if you let her go to the concert with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i found out how fun it can be to eavesdrop on other people's conversations while riding the public transport. While riding the MRT, i listened to how 2 guys discussed how this girl called Candy will not be able to take it if she broke up with her boyfriend. However, Candy's boyfriend will not be able to take it if they didnt break up. i was very interested in hearing about how Candy's boyfriend would break the news to Candy but unfortunately, they (the 2 guys talkin abt them.. not Candy and her boyfriend) got off at the stop before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Also, i have realised that life is cruel without black soya sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1653688580623639727?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1653688580623639727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1653688580623639727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-important-random-facts-1-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8525081404112634989</id><published>2009-12-19T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:33:28.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sequel to Jing Xian's wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. earrings (stud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. wallet (must have coin section) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Loreal derma genesis pore minimising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Welcome back Claryce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8525081404112634989?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8525081404112634989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8525081404112634989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/12/sequel-to-jing-xians-wishlist-3.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7027226429007591810</id><published>2009-12-06T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:30:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Jing Xian's wishlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;- a pair of earphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;- rest is up to the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7027226429007591810?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7027226429007591810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7027226429007591810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/12/jing-xians-wishlist-pair-of-earphones.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2005259054720974572</id><published>2009-12-05T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:47:27.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adel's wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, shimmy down the chimney and bring me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A nice pouch to put my money in (has to be small to be put inside a another pouch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A pouch which i can bring out of the office for lunch (able to include item 1 plus phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A nerf gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Bright blue or yellow FBT shorts (size M or L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Something to decorate my office cubicle with (preferably a nice colourful poster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) a gym bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Colourful nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Nice necklaces or earrings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2005259054720974572?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2005259054720974572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2005259054720974572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/12/adels-wishlist-santa-baby-shimmy-down.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2149325998942086115</id><published>2009-12-05T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:36:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Huili's wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Royal Sporting house voucher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- crabtree and evelyn hand therapy (summerhill scent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- nike voucher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I will be going shopping for my secret mortal's present next tuesday so wish lists have to be up up up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2149325998942086115?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2149325998942086115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2149325998942086115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/12/huilis-wishlist-royal-sporting-house.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6400022309490684231</id><published>2009-10-12T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:54:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much thought, I have made a momentous decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a fanmail to my absolute favourite author in the world. And because it's Jeffrey Deaver, it has to be &lt;em&gt;perfect.&lt;/em&gt; Oh.. What a thrill it will be if he were to read my humble letter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6400022309490684231?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6400022309490684231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6400022309490684231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-much-thought-i-have-made.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6474078484091095521</id><published>2009-09-28T20:13:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:59:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and soooo the curtain draws over the end of an era. Here's hoping the next era would be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG heartfelt thanks to all who attended my sis's wedding on 26th sept :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously touched that some came all the way from Tampines / Pasir Ris / Eunos/ Farrer Park when the mass was held so early :D And i know that the QSes had to set aside time for the wedding as well so im really grateful that you girls were able to make.. you girls totally rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some behind the scenes pics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting up the red banner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386492386176906258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCqSU9rtBI/AAAAAAAACvU/EMUdOgcYOUg/s320/P1090010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386492777803102290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCqpH4pOFI/AAAAAAAACvc/c58tC2goWGA/s320/P1090037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Pacita making the flowers for the bridesmaids to put in their hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC7TjIfOGI/AAAAAAAACxE/mBogvnxUDsk/s1600-h/P1090069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386511098857863266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC7TjIfOGI/AAAAAAAACxE/mBogvnxUDsk/s320/P1090069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC6umLEzkI/AAAAAAAACw8/DchkFqZf754/s1600-h/P1090073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386510464018861634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC6umLEzkI/AAAAAAAACw8/DchkFqZf754/s320/P1090073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started playing ard with props and the camera and got this shot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC6TQD4q-I/AAAAAAAACw0/LS1Cz4KCCiE/s1600-h/P1090072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386509994226658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC6TQD4q-I/AAAAAAAACw0/LS1Cz4KCCiE/s320/P1090072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making of flower baskets to put at the pews:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we started taking pics, we had to soak the sponges in water for a day, cut the sponges according to shape and wrap them in aluminium foil and the results are here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC5xdxL1qI/AAAAAAAACws/m9JDoeh_hNE/s1600-h/P1090041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386509413790766754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC5xdxL1qI/AAAAAAAACws/m9JDoeh_hNE/s320/P1090041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to cut the ribbons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC5SEPb1cI/AAAAAAAACwk/9xd8Rtk3nQc/s1600-h/P1090046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386508874362377666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC5SEPb1cI/AAAAAAAACwk/9xd8Rtk3nQc/s320/P1090046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tie bows on the baskets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC4sHfRK6I/AAAAAAAACwc/Ki8wMhxFr88/s1600-h/P1090047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386508222399064994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC4sHfRK6I/AAAAAAAACwc/Ki8wMhxFr88/s320/P1090047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in order to turn them into this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC4ATiyhZI/AAAAAAAACwU/nzmx0OAL59I/s1600-h/P1090053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507469720814994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC4ATiyhZI/AAAAAAAACwU/nzmx0OAL59I/s320/P1090053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we then proceeded to flower arranging.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCuRDrzf4I/AAAAAAAACwM/vnOL17pl6qw/s1600-h/P1090065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386496762405158786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCuRDrzf4I/AAAAAAAACwM/vnOL17pl6qw/s320/P1090065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCt5YY0uUI/AAAAAAAACwE/vX9y8cl5Nig/s1600-h/P1090102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386496355645831490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCt5YY0uUI/AAAAAAAACwE/vX9y8cl5Nig/s320/P1090102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and presto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCtZEnI7DI/AAAAAAAACv8/sA6QXYkaPQo/s1600-h/P1090100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386495800581352498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCtZEnI7DI/AAAAAAAACv8/sA6QXYkaPQo/s320/P1090100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCs-o0CBMI/AAAAAAAACv0/JB1s2gN7lGc/s1600-h/P1090099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386495346442634434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCs-o0CBMI/AAAAAAAACv0/JB1s2gN7lGc/s320/P1090099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we did them two nights before, we had to hang all 30 baskets in an air conditioned room.. what we didnt manage to take was tt we had to constantly pour water into the sponges to keep the flowers fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCsFXSIPlI/AAAAAAAACvs/XHTBlwlkLyE/s1600-h/P1090103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386494362484489810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCsFXSIPlI/AAAAAAAACvs/XHTBlwlkLyE/s320/P1090103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCrdCb9OWI/AAAAAAAACvk/OUgc3usFg98/s1600-h/P1090107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386493669693798754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCrdCb9OWI/AAAAAAAACvk/OUgc3usFg98/s320/P1090107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night, we had to to go to the church to place the flowers.. check out the altar flowers! :D my uncle and dad carried it up to church by hand as it was too precious to place in the car ( for fear of crushing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512605076522738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC8rOPABvI/AAAAAAAACxc/ng0PwVjhElw/s320/P1090132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tying the flower baskets to the pew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386511559270555602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC7uWTbX9I/AAAAAAAACxM/XsRZUYnwJoQ/s320/P1090117.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the flower decorating committee ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512133375100978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsC8PxAniDI/AAAAAAAACxU/oi6KSjrZr7s/s320/P1090120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were our efforts worth it?? i sure hope so! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tune in next time to find more photos of the actual day wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6474078484091095521?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6474078484091095521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6474078484091095521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-soooo-curtain-draws-over-end-of-era.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SsCqSU9rtBI/AAAAAAAACvU/EMUdOgcYOUg/s72-c/P1090010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7189162610882196695</id><published>2009-09-21T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:21:46.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annnnd the big day draws nearer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few insider infobites to make the wedding more interesting/ personalised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Try to get a good look at my dad's cufflinks.&lt;br /&gt;b) The flowers in the church are done by my mother and aunts. The main person in charge of the flowers is the bride's godmother.&lt;br /&gt;c) The smaller flowergirl in the procession is the bride's goddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;d) Try to see if you can see the bride's shoes. She is very proud of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;e) The singer is one of my mom's students.&lt;br /&gt;f) The altar servers (person helpin the priest) are also my mom's students.&lt;br /&gt;g) All the bridesmaids in the procession are the bride's relatives. There are 9 of them altogether so pls dun boo at me when im the last one to come out before my sister!&lt;br /&gt;h) After mass, the family will stay back to take photos in the church. Friends can proceed to the canteen to start eating first. The buffet is Halal so no worries there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, i can't mingle around so.... if you wanna find me for anything.. look out for the bride, i will be standing around her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw.. just to prepare you. the bride's gown has bright pink designs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7189162610882196695?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7189162610882196695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7189162610882196695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/09/annnnd-big-day-draws-nearer.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6316698791233302055</id><published>2009-09-13T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:10:15.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while doing some research, i showed Audrey Backstreet Boy's Get Down music video and immediately regretted it. Was Nick Carter's hair that bad??! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6316698791233302055?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6316698791233302055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6316698791233302055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-doing-some-research-i-showed.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4584258113033297068</id><published>2009-08-22T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:32:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edited to add...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. i had good think bout it and here are a few items for my wish list to help the birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A black vest that goes with work wear and tee shirts! (Something like what i got for Xian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A grey blazer (sleeves can be rolled up to reveal stripes) - think u can find this in online shops or in zara.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dresses for work ( those that do not cling to the body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tops and skirts for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Earrings for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A Nice Bag - i need a bag to match my purple bridesmaid dress for my sis's wedding as i have to carry quite a bit of stuff on that day so it wud be fantastic to get a bag which is large enough to carry her stuff ard on tt day and yet allow me to use it for other purposes after the wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Heels for work My one pair of black heels is dying on me and im too lazy to buy a new pair of shoes! Remember.. my feet are flat and fat in front so pls dun get those squeezy-in-front shoes.. im a size 38 for shoes from novo .. size varies from 38 to 39 for shoes from charles and keith etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) A Hammock plus the hammock stand!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) A music player.. my phone's headphones function died on me so no more music for me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can think of for now.. good luck birthday fairies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Last i tried stuff, im a topshop size 10/12 for tops and size 12/14 for bottoms..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4584258113033297068?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4584258113033297068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4584258113033297068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7435073642029943572</id><published>2009-08-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:22:38.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did blogger's log in page change again because it looks really weird right now.. everything is in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. its been more than 2 weeks since Shanghai.. Have been celebrating Earth Day via dancing in the dark with glowsticks and friends, been to London and more recently Bali. Proved Vinna's father right when i proceeded to be the weak spot in my travelling party and fell prey to the evil EVIL H1N1 stupid chickenshit of a virus. Kudos to Xian for putting up with this hot mess of snot and tissues for 2 nights! Will put up photos when i feel like it bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Claryce made my day by reminding me to put up my wish list.. it was either sms (which Claryce said that she might delete) or blog... In the midst of work and trying to get my act together to remember to do stuff, i kinda forgot that it was my bday month (save for tt time at Bubba Gump Restaurant where they helped to celebrate both Asilah and my birthday!)... Sure doesnt feel like it with more work piling in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!! i wanna have a reallly good think abt my wishlist and come up with a fun and relatively easy list for you girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the whole point of all this rambling is that the BLOG'S ALIVE! or will be once i remember the random "oooh!! pretty!" thots i have had in this past year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing is for sure.. NO MORE Oversized bras and underwear with scribbling on them please!!! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7435073642029943572?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7435073642029943572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7435073642029943572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-bloggers-log-in-page-change-again.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5448325709534646224</id><published>2009-03-15T00:35:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:14:56.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been around 2 weeks since my Shanghai trip and i still miss every minute of it! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few snapshots of Shanghai.. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Ignatius Cathedral at Xujiahui (We went to Chinese Mass on the first day! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! Many thanks to Asilah for the loan of her awesome winter coat! If not for it, i would have frozen to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! Kudos to Sherlin who has always been a star in lending me her sweaters and scarves :D She's seriously a star! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwBn9KXxtI/AAAAAAAACvE/9ihgX3r3Mt8/s1600-h/P1060451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313123446334932690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwBn9KXxtI/AAAAAAAACvE/9ihgX3r3Mt8/s320/P1060451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhs... I love the Korean BBQ there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwA9s_60fI/AAAAAAAACu8/ybJJZHDChew/s1600-h/P1060484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313122720441618930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwA9s_60fI/AAAAAAAACu8/ybJJZHDChew/s320/P1060484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the amount of pork they gave us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwAn46hU3I/AAAAAAAACu0/8kRhnO8zLjY/s1600-h/P1060485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313122345683080050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwAn46hU3I/AAAAAAAACu0/8kRhnO8zLjY/s320/P1060485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we bought on the first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv_zJEmO7I/AAAAAAAACus/IsWZl9O_TlY/s1600-h/P1060491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313121439487245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv_zJEmO7I/AAAAAAAACus/IsWZl9O_TlY/s320/P1060491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuyuan Gardens during the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv_LCxRWTI/AAAAAAAACuk/8NwApDg1jRs/s1600-h/P1060520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120750600804658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv_LCxRWTI/AAAAAAAACuk/8NwApDg1jRs/s320/P1060520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313119366673449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv96fPRwDI/AAAAAAAACuU/JRlrlKpsecM/s320/P1060564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding Street:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv-ocRQYyI/AAAAAAAACuc/6lG8cJbggp0/s1600-h/P1060557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313120156150424354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv-ocRQYyI/AAAAAAAACuc/6lG8cJbggp0/s320/P1060557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we went to the famous tourist attraction "The Bund", we got a bit bored of viewing the the city landscape.. and it was there we saw the most awesome sight ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv9XbidhNI/AAAAAAAACuM/tl6V0Jmuv38/s1600-h/P1060686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313118764384748754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv9XbidhNI/AAAAAAAACuM/tl6V0Jmuv38/s320/P1060686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note the footwear he is wearing.. For safety, he is only wearing one harness slung ard the pole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These photos really leave me amazed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv8h2GDLzI/AAAAAAAACuE/wnZdu7L_GiQ/s1600-h/P1060628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313117843800403762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv8h2GDLzI/AAAAAAAACuE/wnZdu7L_GiQ/s320/P1060628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv7dbAl7qI/AAAAAAAACt8/amIox1A4r7A/s1600-h/P1060629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313116668298653346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv7dbAl7qI/AAAAAAAACt8/amIox1A4r7A/s320/P1060629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv6FFMz-oI/AAAAAAAACt0/xSFJJ5DnPXE/s1600-h/P1060636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313115150615837314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv6FFMz-oI/AAAAAAAACt0/xSFJJ5DnPXE/s320/P1060636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv5d-EhYoI/AAAAAAAACts/ugvx6dMXuvQ/s1600-h/P1060637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313114478687117954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv5d-EhYoI/AAAAAAAACts/ugvx6dMXuvQ/s320/P1060637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313111517537519986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv2xm7cSXI/AAAAAAAACtM/eHsNp8_cWwo/s320/P1060643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 men climbing 3 different poles altogether. Couldnt get them all in one pic. Here's 2 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313112138814177906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv3VxXVwnI/AAAAAAAACtU/QMf7aNkGlnM/s320/P1060647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely at the last pic, you can see tt one of them is taking photos of the Bund! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313110556009674242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv15o9VtgI/AAAAAAAACtE/BVDEXf5EsRw/s320/P1060645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy was like the Master of all pole climbers.. Check out his pole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv4WugcJyI/AAAAAAAACtk/Ur8zz3WW3DQ/s1600-h/P1060658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313113254738536226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv4WugcJyI/AAAAAAAACtk/Ur8zz3WW3DQ/s320/P1060658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a truly great sight! Was one of the highlights of my trip! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv3taB4t9I/AAAAAAAACtc/M8Nk23zlmVw/s1600-h/P1060653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313112544867039186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv3taB4t9I/AAAAAAAACtc/M8Nk23zlmVw/s320/P1060653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we bought on the second day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv1NATHOLI/AAAAAAAACs8/rvuDa7MQhHc/s1600-h/P1060666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313109789180901554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv1NATHOLI/AAAAAAAACs8/rvuDa7MQhHc/s320/P1060666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walkin ard Dad's residence (It was super cold!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv0XbvVl1I/AAAAAAAACs0/WR0WoruFHWM/s1600-h/P1060694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313108868834105170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv0XbvVl1I/AAAAAAAACs0/WR0WoruFHWM/s320/P1060694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this pic! Laugh every time i see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv0BnH8egI/AAAAAAAACss/lIiqai8JktY/s1600-h/P1060695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313108493932984834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbv0BnH8egI/AAAAAAAACss/lIiqai8JktY/s320/P1060695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we bought on the third day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvzlNGHAdI/AAAAAAAACsk/4DnEkCGwo5I/s1600-h/P1060699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313108005909627346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvzlNGHAdI/AAAAAAAACsk/4DnEkCGwo5I/s320/P1060699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shanghai Science and Technology Museum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvy0v8-ayI/AAAAAAAACsc/L3knmpcjD74/s1600-h/P1060711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313107173452966690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvy0v8-ayI/AAAAAAAACsc/L3knmpcjD74/s320/P1060711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artificial Rainforest (if our winter clothes didnt give a hint!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvyZdmLeuI/AAAAAAAACsU/_OjD4Z-bIT0/s1600-h/P1060716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313106704669047522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvyZdmLeuI/AAAAAAAACsU/_OjD4Z-bIT0/s320/P1060716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slanted room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was seriously the most disorientating room in the whole museum! The concept behind it was tt we have been conditioned to walk at a 90 degrees angle to the floor. so once they tilt the floor, we lose our balance and hav difficulty walkin ard as these photos would attest to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvxjdQi-TI/AAAAAAAACsM/cQoWnxpyWxQ/s1600-h/P1060733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313105776865376562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvxjdQi-TI/AAAAAAAACsM/cQoWnxpyWxQ/s320/P1060733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvxLKZtqgI/AAAAAAAACsE/TXNSI92b1DE/s1600-h/P1060734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313105359486691842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvxLKZtqgI/AAAAAAAACsE/TXNSI92b1DE/s320/P1060734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christine demostrates the correct way to walk :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvwKBoIRmI/AAAAAAAACr8/n4Yctvu8Ees/s1600-h/P1060735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313104240439740002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvwKBoIRmI/AAAAAAAACr8/n4Yctvu8Ees/s320/P1060735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing virtual volleyball (PS: I WON!) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvvWg70kdI/AAAAAAAACr0/ceKVYD59l1c/s1600-h/P1060739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313103355490636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvvWg70kdI/AAAAAAAACr0/ceKVYD59l1c/s320/P1060739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a machine draw our portraits. First u get your picture taken by the machine, and then it sketches it out for you.. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvtKEXz6qI/AAAAAAAACrs/hw-9yUNvspg/s1600-h/P1060747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313100942641719970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvtKEXz6qI/AAAAAAAACrs/hw-9yUNvspg/s320/P1060747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvqns_b5lI/AAAAAAAACrk/88wcgCCh8BQ/s1600-h/P1060752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313098153226659410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvqns_b5lI/AAAAAAAACrk/88wcgCCh8BQ/s320/P1060752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whaddya say? Did the machine do a good job??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvlJFMItKI/AAAAAAAACrc/a2vJvejz3yE/s1600-h/P1060762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313092129588294818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvlJFMItKI/AAAAAAAACrc/a2vJvejz3yE/s320/P1060762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvj3hDB31I/AAAAAAAACrU/YzECSaCkvFM/s1600-h/P1060764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313090728317017938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvj3hDB31I/AAAAAAAACrU/YzECSaCkvFM/s320/P1060764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punching bag to test the number of punches you can throw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvjafXhLjI/AAAAAAAACrM/IdNe5oockkM/s1600-h/P1060769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313090229649878578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvjafXhLjI/AAAAAAAACrM/IdNe5oockkM/s320/P1060769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This machine tests the centripetal force.. you have to shoot as many balls as you at the target while the machine rotates really really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvijoERdlI/AAAAAAAACrE/iAKwkbp51DU/s1600-h/P1060778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313089287092270674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvijoERdlI/AAAAAAAACrE/iAKwkbp51DU/s320/P1060778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 360 degrees ride: Really spins you all ard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbviBucchdI/AAAAAAAACq8/vJY09rj4jbQ/s1600-h/P1060795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313088704688719314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbviBucchdI/AAAAAAAACq8/vJY09rj4jbQ/s320/P1060795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuyuan Gardens at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvg2hAdw9I/AAAAAAAACq0/Vfo1PqjhGiQ/s1600-h/P1060802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313087412591510482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvg2hAdw9I/AAAAAAAACq0/Vfo1PqjhGiQ/s320/P1060802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvgYcFcBGI/AAAAAAAACqs/FFM6kQVLAls/s1600-h/P1060810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086895874114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvgYcFcBGI/AAAAAAAACqs/FFM6kQVLAls/s320/P1060810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvfo2VOM8I/AAAAAAAACqk/Ma8JDz6YBRg/s1600-h/P1060815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086078285919170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvfo2VOM8I/AAAAAAAACqk/Ma8JDz6YBRg/s320/P1060815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lift Lobby at Dad's residence: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh.. i tink that these photos really represent what a great companionship we had during this trip! I must confess that i was worried that both of us would strangle each other by the end of the trip. But i loved every minute of Christine's wonderful company! This China trip would not have been the same without her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvfPL-AMxI/AAAAAAAACqc/KkSAxbzpxdQ/s1600-h/P1060827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313085637417513746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvfPL-AMxI/AAAAAAAACqc/KkSAxbzpxdQ/s320/P1060827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbveyptkl5I/AAAAAAAACqU/b0Y8nI7riwI/s1600-h/P1060828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313085147185452946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbveyptkl5I/AAAAAAAACqU/b0Y8nI7riwI/s320/P1060828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the tailor to collect the clothes on the 4th day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbveXYi4JRI/AAAAAAAACqM/2EscueEndfM/s1600-h/P1060829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313084678720726290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbveXYi4JRI/AAAAAAAACqM/2EscueEndfM/s320/P1060829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other photos are in my camera so im just gonna skip ahead to our luggages! Guess how many luggages we had to haul back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: 4 big luggages (one which was carefully taped up by Christine "in case it burst") PLUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313083607467226866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbvdZB0I9vI/AAAAAAAACp8/SiJRKoRJbvM/s320/P1060831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 boxes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvd0RS-xhI/AAAAAAAACqE/6-2CA7wxymg/s1600-h/P1060832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313084075479582226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/Sbvd0RS-xhI/AAAAAAAACqE/6-2CA7wxymg/s320/P1060832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhs! all in all, it was a fantastic trip! Wish i could go back again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: i miss my family already and wish tt they would come back asap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5448325709534646224?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5448325709534646224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5448325709534646224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-its-been-around-2-weeks-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbwBn9KXxtI/AAAAAAAACvE/9ihgX3r3Mt8/s72-c/P1060451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3946534612431645092</id><published>2009-03-06T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:49:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have done this a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the latest addition to the Ng family: Joshua Ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is he cute, he's fashionable! Check out those pants he's rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAK_P73UPI/AAAAAAAACp0/ldzyiMj-IRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309756042395472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAK_P73UPI/AAAAAAAACp0/ldzyiMj-IRQ/s320/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAK2prrKNI/AAAAAAAACps/iG8NIHtDKyk/s1600-h/joshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309755894688065746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAK2prrKNI/AAAAAAAACps/iG8NIHtDKyk/s320/joshua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAKwVt-KCI/AAAAAAAACpk/1yp8c35GTOA/s1600-h/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309755786249775138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAKwVt-KCI/AAAAAAAACpk/1yp8c35GTOA/s320/IMG_0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3946534612431645092?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3946534612431645092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3946534612431645092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-have-done-this-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SbAK_P73UPI/AAAAAAAACp0/ldzyiMj-IRQ/s72-c/IMG_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4863000279859089493</id><published>2009-02-21T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:03:59.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should have known&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a princess&lt;br /&gt;this is not a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :(  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4863000279859089493?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4863000279859089493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4863000279859089493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-have-known-im-not-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1066956272766986132</id><published>2009-02-14T10:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:55:42.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Because Neela Complained.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha better update fast! I was planning to photoshop and put the CNY gathering pics in nice photo collages but i dun have photoshop in this comp so im just gonna use paint (a la perez hilton) for this update!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year visiting was a blast! We decided to celebrate Dayah's birthday then too. I'm gonna dedicate one post to CNY visiting and another to Dayah's celebration cause the posts would be too long and Miss Janet Jackson deserves one entry to herself! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting time was 11 a.m but remembering how some people arrived 2 hours late for the Xmas celebration, I nagged and nagged endlessly about punctuality.. I was so desperate that i threaten feeding latecomers to Shadow, Josh's rottweiler. So here are the Early birds who are rank #1 and #2 in Most Scared of Shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Early Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZY2-fDAkNI/AAAAAAAACpU/5u_2PARKQ18/s1600-h/early+birds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302486058389246162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZY2-fDAkNI/AAAAAAAACpU/5u_2PARKQ18/s320/early+birds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the fabulous legs someone is showing off?? hahaha! But wait! there's more!! Self proclaimed Janet Jackson upped the sexy meter with her top! Lucky Mr Shrimp wasnt there sia.. or else his nose would have bled out.. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZY22qvcrcI/AAAAAAAACpM/kEesF5MKy_8/s1600-h/valley+of+death.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302485924089474498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZY22qvcrcI/AAAAAAAACpM/kEesF5MKy_8/s320/valley+of+death.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candid shots: Took them while the rest thought that i was setting up the camera for a self-timer shot.. heeeheehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwyw8uEOI/AAAAAAAACpE/G84j03Po-Lg/s1600-h/candid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302479259966509282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwyw8uEOI/AAAAAAAACpE/G84j03Po-Lg/s320/candid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwrDSX4xI/AAAAAAAACo8/gAA3orYUj4M/s1600-h/candid2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302479127450215186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwrDSX4xI/AAAAAAAACo8/gAA3orYUj4M/s320/candid2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the shot below, i decided to try to push the rest away ala Xena in Hari Raya visiting.. ALAS! Sexy-legs Vinna managed to hold up long enough for the shot to be taken.. Save for a very unnaturally high squeaking sound emitted from Vinna, you wouldnt know that she wasnt being pushed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwgfDf2zI/AAAAAAAACo0/OaZNeIMmMgk/s1600-h/grp+shot2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302478945925454642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwgfDf2zI/AAAAAAAACo0/OaZNeIMmMgk/s320/grp+shot2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then! Meanie #1 Vinna and Meanie #2 Xian asked me if we could take another shot that was "zoomed in" and i was like prob can la.. so i zoomed it in and when i ran to take my place... the &lt;em&gt;meanies&lt;/em&gt; tried to push me out!! Look at that Claryce! Her stance shows how passionate she was in pushing me out!!! HMPH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302496538720833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZZAghUxjtI/AAAAAAAACpc/OPcIzzv6cW8/s320/grp+shot3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished off at Josh's pad for Hidayah's birthday celebration and well.. let's play spot the missing person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwXoet6gI/AAAAAAAACos/f2L5MqycIbo/s1600-h/wheres+claryce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302478793836718594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwXoet6gI/AAAAAAAACos/f2L5MqycIbo/s320/wheres+claryce.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok la..For the sake of not getting pounded by Xena, the Adeline lecture ends here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a fantastic meet up and really made my chinese new year. Love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwEFBXndI/AAAAAAAACoc/J2wORSHLgNQ/s1600-h/n675055539_2536170_7933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302478457900867026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZYwEFBXndI/AAAAAAAACoc/J2wORSHLgNQ/s320/n675055539_2536170_7933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when's our next meet up?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1066956272766986132?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1066956272766986132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1066956272766986132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-neela-complained.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SZY2-fDAkNI/AAAAAAAACpU/5u_2PARKQ18/s72-c/early+birds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7430237556332667128</id><published>2009-01-11T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:29:32.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't put a video on my blog but check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwdXnlvUe3I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwdXnlvUe3I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the video which made me fall in love with Lady Gaga.. I went to see the dance version of it and man! is it different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyDRbp1ZPp8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyDRbp1ZPp8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. You can understand why i had to listen to the song during work on Friday right?? I didnt want to disturb anyone so i put on my earphones to listen to the song.. I didnt tink that anyone would come to my desk as work was winding down.. it was nearing closing hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that! my friends, is the story of how i came to be &lt;em&gt;caught dancing in my cubicle by my boss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7430237556332667128?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7430237556332667128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7430237556332667128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-put-video-on-my-blog-but-check.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2903187356402671880</id><published>2009-01-07T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:58:01.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So! After declaring that i would "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;not spend new year's eve at home this year round! 2008 shall end with a BANG&lt;/span&gt;!"... i got lazy. In the end, i just danced around the room in my awesome neon day-glow underwear (Thanks Christine!) and went to sleep at 11.40 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Welcome to 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my purple organiser, desktop calender and A5 calender (Somehow the Virgo in me needs them calenders to order to feel the start of a new year)... Bring it on 2009! It's gonna be a good year.. I can just feel it in my bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought myself this really awesome calender at 50% off!! Feel immensely satisfied ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i cant shut up abt my calender! It's pics of pple from ard the world... Pics of them playing or dreaming with very appropriate quotes printed on them.. i LOVE it!! The exclamation marks shud provide a clue as to how excited i am to get to my office tml to pin! it! up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Not a shred of evidence exists ... for the idea that life is serious"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 -my awesome calender's quote for April!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2903187356402671880?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2903187356402671880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2903187356402671880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-after-declaring-that-i-would-not.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2984680413746528134</id><published>2008-12-31T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:44:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008 meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Ting in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I was supposed to be more patient. But i broke it before you could say "stupid people rule the earth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Relatives were popping out babies like rabbits. Last count was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Thank goodness. May it stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What countries did you visit this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The States" (San Francisco), Australia (Melbourne, Sydney), China (Shanghai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a specific date. It was a pretty good year all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing Measurement III... No.. it's a tie with actually going ahead with the waxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one day i fell sick.. was on a weekend. blurrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wallet for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.1 Who kept you sane the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and Ting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.2 Who made you laugh the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. Every outing has its laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, presents, clothes and stage shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Hero heh! My inner drummer just burst out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a Prayer by Bon Jovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. I can't remember how i felt last year. Just enjoyed each day so prob equally happy for both years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ii. Thinner or fatter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatter. Have accepted the inevitable course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iii. Richer or poorer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richer. Getting a job does tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat chocolate??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What were your favorite TV program(s)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl, Dexter S3, TAR13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll always be with family :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What was the best book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i would like to say some really chim book but i didnt read much this year. so i'll just go with Jeffrey Deaver's Coffin Dancer (or was tt last year??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a born drummer! heeheehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. What did you want and get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camera !!(Thanks Jie Jie and Dan!!), a wallet (Thanks Jie Jie and Dan), Tennis racket (thanks to the parents), belt, shoe bag, water bottle (Thanks Vinna!), notebook, a grad trip and many more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. What did you want and not get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough money for retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What did you do on your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lap dance on the stage which exposed my hidden talent to the entire audience. It's nice to know tt i have a backup career shud i ever fail in my present one! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What one thing would have made your year more satisfying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant financial freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same old things over and over again. LOL! but ever since i started working, it's been black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. What kept you sane?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Which celebrity did you fancy the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US presidential elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Who did you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting who i will miss more come 13th Jan 09. DON'T GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You do what you've gotta do. /&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone's piece of career advice would be "Don't join my profession". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Quote a song lyric that sums up 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ve come so far,&lt;br /&gt; but we’ve got so far to go.&lt;br /&gt;I know the road seems long,&lt;br /&gt;but it won’t be long ‘til it’s time to go.&lt;br /&gt;So Most days we’ll take it fast,&lt;br /&gt;but some nights we’ll take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ve come so far, but baby!&lt;br /&gt;Baby! We’ve got so far to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey, your friends are together,&lt;br /&gt;side by side and year by year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The road was filled with twists and turns.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but that’s the road that got us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move past the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But before those memories fade…&lt;br /&gt;Let’s forgive, but not forget the love from all the mistakes we made.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it’s so clear!&lt;br /&gt;Every year, we get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t give up and don’t say when.&lt;br /&gt;And just get back on the road again cuz. .. (&lt;em&gt;chorus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2984680413746528134?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2984680413746528134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2984680413746528134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-meme-1.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1471724918823796926</id><published>2008-12-31T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:30:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBS camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved loved it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first part of the first day, we were split into two groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics were taken when we were waiting for the other team to finish a task (No peeping was allowed to see how the other team did the task)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKerDoNAI/AAAAAAAAClQ/rRRAKj6dLVw/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619003487171586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKerDoNAI/AAAAAAAAClQ/rRRAKj6dLVw/s320/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Grp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKVeGMQhI/AAAAAAAAClI/UK6cPsoCVYI/s1600-h/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618845389439506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKVeGMQhI/AAAAAAAAClI/UK6cPsoCVYI/s320/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't this exercise equipment look like it belongs in the singapore zoo's monkey enclosure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKMsgg1fI/AAAAAAAAClA/8uwnqEwUonk/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618694639113714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKMsgg1fI/AAAAAAAAClA/8uwnqEwUonk/s320/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Grp's Flag for the Raft:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKGFFLCfI/AAAAAAAACk4/TxamUEdpnXQ/s1600-h/DSC02082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618580976241138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKGFFLCfI/AAAAAAAACk4/TxamUEdpnXQ/s320/DSC02082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to contact Vinna for lyrics to "Livin on a Prayer" at 11 a.m. at night! So thanks Vinna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What guys do in their dorms at night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJ03qiWjI/AAAAAAAACkw/mk7cd780tKw/s1600-h/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618285317085746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJ03qiWjI/AAAAAAAACkw/mk7cd780tKw/s320/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJqhEkh7I/AAAAAAAACko/cI3QI6wsT44/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285618107453573042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJqhEkh7I/AAAAAAAACko/cI3QI6wsT44/s320/DSC02089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJc3RCt9I/AAAAAAAACkg/kWfdpZVDkR0/s1600-h/DSC02090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617872893294546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJc3RCt9I/AAAAAAAACkg/kWfdpZVDkR0/s320/DSC02090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite enjoyed it because the pple in my grp were pretty gung-ho.. More pics will be coming up soon.. Still waiting for the photos from the instructor.. Then you guys can see the raft tt i was "captain" of (short pple sit in front)! All i did was hold the flag and tell pple to row hard! ha! ha! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. here is the grp pic.. Can u spot the chocolate guy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJOAqe9jI/AAAAAAAACkY/pvWT3LPGSU0/s1600-h/DSC02096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617617717884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpJOAqe9jI/AAAAAAAACkY/pvWT3LPGSU0/s320/DSC02096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpI74wxBXI/AAAAAAAACkQ/WRUJ2L7AG7E/s1600-h/DSC02097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285617306359104882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpI74wxBXI/AAAAAAAACkQ/WRUJ2L7AG7E/s320/DSC02097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1471724918823796926?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1471724918823796926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1471724918823796926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SVpKerDoNAI/AAAAAAAAClQ/rRRAKj6dLVw/s72-c/DSC02059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-152275610484732921</id><published>2008-12-08T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:12:54.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/STv0xo5iwGI/AAAAAAAACkI/UJShaRS1xDQ/s1600-h/meetups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277080522024206434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/STv0xo5iwGI/AAAAAAAACkI/UJShaRS1xDQ/s400/meetups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADA! finally an update! Met up with Ting, Mel and Peio to catch up.. and that's when i fell in love with Mel's Samsung camera! It's so pretty and takes such great phots (well.. not as great as ting's super pro camera but great for pple like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mel's funky 'do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the meetup happened ages ago but tt just means that it's time for another meetup yes?? :D Korean BBQ anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/STv0rPTqhnI/AAAAAAAACkA/2WkVvAOTjCo/s1600-h/meetups.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-152275610484732921?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/152275610484732921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/152275610484732921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/tada-finally-update-met-up-with-ting.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/STv0xo5iwGI/AAAAAAAACkI/UJShaRS1xDQ/s72-c/meetups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8618821257318334814</id><published>2008-12-07T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:27:15.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i got the awesome-est surprise ever from Jie Jie and Dan!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;best christmas present ever&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads Dan and Jie Jie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8618821257318334814?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8618821257318334814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8618821257318334814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-got-awesome-est-surprise-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3477203875320316934</id><published>2008-12-06T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:28:26.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hidayah's Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Shoe/ shoe vouchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) Tops for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Jing Xian's Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) A Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Bag for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d) Tennis skirt with pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Huili's Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Nice Crystal Hairclip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Any nice big watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) Anything pinky&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;okok several pple (fine.. one person) has told me that im being very cruel to my Santa. LOL! So i've decided to spare her the agony.. for 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:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Adeline's Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Posters for my cubicle (preferably colourful and funky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Elastic waist belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) Shoe bag for gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d) Warm colourful biker gloves (those which do not cover fingers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e) Tops for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f) Bag for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;g) Bag to go out (those tt can sling kind..)&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 see? So many choices! Who's being cruel?? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: During my course, i watched in horror and disgust as one guy took my last piece of chocolate from me. What kind of world is this where guys take a girl's last piece of chocolate???!! That bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3477203875320316934?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3477203875320316934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3477203875320316934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/hidayahs-wishlist-bag-b-shoe-shoe.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4163556853024254248</id><published>2008-12-01T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:11:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after coming back from work, i buy dinner, wash up, clean the kitchen, put away the clothes, feed the dog, pack their room and finally take a breather while waiting for the rice to cool... and my mother comes and tells me"since you are waiting, why can't you re arrange the kitchen stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not enough that i feel really shitty coming back from work and actually try my best to make life easier for them, it's not enough that everytime i nag at my sisters to do housework, i get to feel like some sort of nazi villian. It's always &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;not enough. and &lt;em&gt;i have had enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand why i'm always the one who has to nag at pple to do housework, bear the brunt of getting "you're so mummy la" or "wah lau so virgo" and while i dun even get a word of thanks of appreciation, and get to be painted to be a villian while i iron, pack, walk the dog and generally make sure they are in a good mood so that everyone benefits,im supposed to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH MORE DO THEY WANT??!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney channel is an investment for the easily frazzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear Secret Santa, to cheer me up, get me a  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nice waist belt for work (preferably with elastic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4163556853024254248?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4163556853024254248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4163556853024254248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-after-coming-back-from-work-i-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3287565319606245147</id><published>2008-12-01T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:31:36.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised that this blogskin's text is really really tiny but i love the pic so squint away people!! ;D&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;Sounds crazy but i'm getting worried about my blog posts because i have not one but two teachers reading my blog now so... I'm sure they would be mentally correcting every one of my grammar mistakes so the pressure.. It is ON!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahhhhh.. Wine helps a lot in killing the very brain cells invested in sense and dignity.&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;correct away, teachers!&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 attended a wedding dinner and was seriously debating whether i would ever wanna get married.. It's like all the nice ideas have been done to death and no matter what, people are just gonna be bored at the diner so what's really the point? Bored Adel = Bitchy Adel. So. I got caught saying a bitchy remark on video. Wonderful. The videographer had better edit! &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 finally finally finally the much talked about wedding has been put to rest..&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;Another thing i have realised.. my body is not in tune with my desires. While some fall sick during a weekday, i fall sick on a friday night and recover on Sunday night. Wonderful. Stupid body.. I mean, who's in charge? Me or me?&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 the only new thing that's been happening to me is that i've been driven to chocolate and beyond by my clients. &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;ohohoh! and i have to make a wishlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make things extra hard for my secret santa (because i can.. heeheehee!), i shall update my list one item at a time.. Good Luck Santa! :D&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;For the first day of Christmas, my santa gave to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A funky poster for my cubicle&lt;/span&gt;. It can be up to 36 inches for both breath and length. Would love it to be colourful but im just gonna trust your taste! :D&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;HO HO HO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3287565319606245147?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3287565319606245147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3287565319606245147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-realised-that-this-blogskins-text-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4663820727456451448</id><published>2008-11-12T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:15:29.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was inevitable that i would experience a bad day at work.. I'm actually quite surprised that it took so long to come. From uncooperative customers who couldnt cooperate and wasted 2 days to bloody british subjects who wanted sonnets dedicated to them, i could feel the root of one strand of hair turn white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of an awful  day, it was fantastic to have an impromptu dinner with Claryce. Nothing like sinful food to wash down a hard day's worth of work!! But here's a huge shout out to CLARYCE! Thanks so much for letting me bitch it all out to you! :D You were the perfect way to cheer up my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discovered that&lt;br /&gt;1) I do not know how to work my GPS&lt;br /&gt;2) We can go on a road trip to Malaysia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fiddling with the GPS and calling Sherlin for directions, we decided to do it old school and... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i drove Claryce home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, without Claryce in the front seat with a map, i got a bit lost on the way home. But it was just a teensy weensy wrong turn... into the expressway. LOL! But i got home eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please bear with the long wait... i cant acess net at work and by the time i get home, im so sick of the computer screen that i stay away from it! I need time to photoshop the photos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4663820727456451448?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4663820727456451448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4663820727456451448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-inevitable-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8080316236988197769</id><published>2008-11-09T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:27:02.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Ting!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for being so wonderful!&lt;/span&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/6402149-8080316236988197769?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8080316236988197769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8080316236988197769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-ting-d-thanks-for-being.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2337860030082341560</id><published>2008-10-22T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:01:11.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch this space for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a preview of what's to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i smsed "wear green" i shud have specified "something green on your being".. something along the lines of scarf, earrings, socks... How was i to know tt my friends wud be so enthu as to wear really green clothes???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus! if you squint ur eyes and tilt ur head a little, my dress looks a tad green! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SP8-XcVRHRI/AAAAAAAACj4/2UBejFgVyjE/s1600-h/n605302967_950514_8777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259991462255336722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SP8-XcVRHRI/AAAAAAAACj4/2UBejFgVyjE/s400/n605302967_950514_8777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyways i love this photo because while everyone else is getting into "look at the non-green person", Vinna is happily oblivious to what's going on.. wonder what she was thinking.. something along the lines of "must pose nicely so that my guitarist can see me looking all sweet and pretty on facebook!"perhaps? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2337860030082341560?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2337860030082341560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2337860030082341560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-this-space-for-updates-preview-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SP8-XcVRHRI/AAAAAAAACj4/2UBejFgVyjE/s72-c/n605302967_950514_8777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-128974149626096633</id><published>2008-10-13T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:25:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People!!! I live for ur emails during work hours! Do ur part for charity and prevent me from languishing in my work cubicle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, work has allowed me discover more about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! I'm adel and i have a small bladder" I hate to think abt what im gonna be like when im old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, i accidentally zipped my hair into a dress zip today. blluurrrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-128974149626096633?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/128974149626096633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/128974149626096633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-i-live-for-ur-emails-during-work.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3686447414681453772</id><published>2008-10-12T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:36:03.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In order to battle the Monday Blues, here are some posters i had previously created for a temp assignment! Was tasked to create posters to encourage people to visit the zoo then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thought that it was rather fitting to post them here in anticipation of our Halloween outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIW1utKNSI/AAAAAAAACjw/JVtvFyUcLqQ/s1600-h/reconnect1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256288827421111586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIW1utKNSI/AAAAAAAACjw/JVtvFyUcLqQ/s400/reconnect1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIWvwjuNQI/AAAAAAAACjo/vZq9zZaUYIs/s1600-h/reconnect2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256288724839183618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIWvwjuNQI/AAAAAAAACjo/vZq9zZaUYIs/s400/reconnect2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though it was a nightmare to create, i loved this monkey business one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIWQJG3aSI/AAAAAAAACjg/ziAbXbiw4Ao/s1600-h/reconnect3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256288181673224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIWQJG3aSI/AAAAAAAACjg/ziAbXbiw4Ao/s400/reconnect3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256288069972511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIWJo_VyyI/AAAAAAAACjY/MTWVwgUnHWw/s400/reconnect4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What do y'all think? Did i manage to succeed in enticing you to go to the zoo?  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3686447414681453772?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3686447414681453772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3686447414681453772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-order-to-battle-monday-blues-here.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SPIW1utKNSI/AAAAAAAACjw/JVtvFyUcLqQ/s72-c/reconnect1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5881614336457520479</id><published>2008-10-11T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:41:15.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How often do you get a song dedicated to you by your idol?? :D :D :D and to have ur name inserted inside Bon Jovi's "Always"? Such are the perks of knowing the lead singer! *heart melts* For the uneducated, check out J Bar's band on friday nights.. or &lt;a href="mailto:Timbre@%20Art%20House"&gt;Timbre@ Art House&lt;/a&gt; on Mondays or Tuesday! Once the dude starts singing in his deeep velvety voice, your entire being would just melt into a mere puddle on the ground! &lt;3 You'll just wanna squeeeze him into a tiny being and put him into your mp3 player! And i say that as the best compliment ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i had a great time yesterday! My cheekbones still hurt from all the laughing! What with experienced waiters from Bangkok, Pri(s)cilla, Nicholas (Young and Old), getting to be introduced to my idol (inner groupie:*SQUEAL!*) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pimping Alvinna to the guitarist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... :D Yes you heard me... Alvinna made a new friend last night! I'll leave her to fill you in on all the scintillating details.. preferably on Hari Raya Visting Day... Say something like "Hey Vinna, heard you picked up the guitarist of the featured band on Friday!" in front of her dad... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for work, i have my own NAME TAG! and then after i came down from cloud nine, i realised tt beyond the name tag was the biggest! baddest! cubicle i have ever seen! while i was pretending to be outwardly professional and aloof, inner me was dancing around and throwing up my hands like (you just don't care) as the person was explaining to me the details of the office.. Ohhhh who am i kidding? I had the hugest goofy smile on my face when i had to meet the boss (i was still in aftershock) and started waxing lyrical on how fantastic my cubicle is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is allowed to decorate their cubicle to their fancy and I have big plans for my cubicle! By the time im done, it will be on MTV's My Crib (Office version)! :D Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. and im still waiting for the photos from the JC meetup *cough&lt;em&gt;mel&lt;/em&gt;cough*!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5881614336457520479?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5881614336457520479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5881614336457520479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-often-do-you-get-song-dedicated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3284025773787292850</id><published>2008-10-08T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:04:00.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're not the same, dear, as we used to be&lt;br /&gt;The seasons have changed and so have we.&lt;br /&gt;There was little we could say, and even less we could do,&lt;br /&gt;To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bury our love in the windsory grave.&lt;br /&gt;Along came the snow, that was all that remained,&lt;br /&gt;But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks,&lt;br /&gt;And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when spring arrived,&lt;br /&gt;We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet,&lt;br /&gt;Led into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was left for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not the same, dear.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to me,&lt;br /&gt;There's more where we can go,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing underneath.&lt;br /&gt;And it saddens me to say,&lt;br /&gt;But we both know, well, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;That the ice was getting thinner,&lt;br /&gt;Under me and you.&lt;br /&gt;The ice was getting thinner,&lt;br /&gt;Under me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"The Ice is getting Thinner" by Death cab by Cutie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3284025773787292850?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3284025773787292850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3284025773787292850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-not-same-dear-as-we-used-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7905048476544623791</id><published>2008-09-22T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:07:25.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taken from christine's blog... Love it and agree with every single word he says! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life and How to Survive It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Below is a speech to the graduating class of 2008 at NTU convocation ceremony last week by Adrian Tan, a litigation lawyer and the author of The Teenage Textbook. Read it! It's hilarious but very meaningful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7905048476544623791?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7905048476544623791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7905048476544623791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/09/taken-from-christines-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6454008539868215790</id><published>2008-09-18T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:57:29.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In very exciting news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can whistle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Dayah and i went for fishspa yest and she refused to let me video her! What a pity because her reaction is the loudest and funniest i have seen yet! lol! But! after she got used to the sensation, she started laughin at this poor dude who was experiencing it for the first time la! Also.. guess who we bumped into at Chinatown with her gf? Starts with J and rhymes with "lui"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In not so exciting news, i'm now gainfully employed. Hey! Dayah realised that our group is (mostly) working in pairs. Claryce &amp;amp; Jiahui, Asilah and Alvinna, Sherlin and Huili, Jing Xian and me and well.. Dayah at S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Sure am looking forward to being lunch buddies with Jing Xian again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And in the most exciting news! i managed to park in a very very difficult parking lot in bishan! Yes, i know. I'm awesome. Seriously though. Every passenger in my car applauds after i finish driving. Such is the finesse of my driving skill. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Adel's rules for her passenger(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#1 This car shall not wait for any passenger(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#2 Front seat of the car shall always be occupied if there are passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#3 Upon exiting the car, passenger(s) should thank the driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;#4 At the end of every ride, passenger(s) are to applaud the driver on her driving skills.&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/6402149-6454008539868215790?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6454008539868215790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6454008539868215790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-very-exciting-news.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6388510436096476546</id><published>2008-09-08T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:26:43.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And soo... This is what 23 feels like.. Pretty.Darn.Good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved birthday celebrations because they are a wonderful way to make known to the birthday baby how much we treasure him/her. But my 23rd birthday celebrations made me realise tt i got it wrong. Of course i realised how much i am loved. But in actual fact, looking up from gleefully tearing off the birthday wrappers/ in the midst of everyone singing "Happy Birthday", i felt an overwhelming surge of love for my family and friends. Up to now, I'm struck speechless whenever i think of the thought, effort and sincerity they put into planning my birthday celebrations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jie and Audrey kicked off the celebrations with a treasure hunt in which we found out tt my mind thinks very differently from theirs. for eg. the clue read as "I will direct you" and i immediately went to my confused mom and asked for the present. lol! hahaha! turns out the clue was referring to this super ex GPS they bought for me and placed in the car! I'm so conquering the world now!  I love love love the wallet, bag, book (which i bought and then ask the staff to gift wrap for me) and most of all, the GPS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i was rather excited about the NUS gang celebration for the August babies. Because for every one of their birthdays, we have managed to put in a surprise factor in their celebrations. It all started with the very memorable incident of giving Alvinna a faux birthday present and watching her cover up any disappointed look. Well.. sometimes the surprise would fail because the birthday baby would &lt;em&gt;cancel out at the last minute&lt;/em&gt; *looks pointedly at Claryce* but we succeeded more often than not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 8 working adults + 1 unemployed bum (aka me), we don't really meet up often and hence Asilah and i knew that they would have to celebrate our birthdays during the one meet up in August. Hence, i was wondering how can they ever incorporate a surprise element. Which would lead to our smug confidence that we wouldnt be surprised at all.  the feeling was more of a "BRING IT ON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvinna tried to pretned tt she could not make it for the whole celebration by saying that she had a Teachers' Day dinner then. i was smugly thinking "is this all she can come up with? HA!"  I tried catching her out by asking her many questions and even wondering out loud whether we should postpone the dinner which made her go into a tizzy! hahahha! That was fun! And when Jiahui and Sherlin said tt they had to work late, i was happily and graciously accepting their excuses as i thought tt they were all tryingh to deceive me/ needed more time to prepare my present! (Turns out tt while Jiahui was trying to lie, Sherlin really had work to do before joining us!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Hidayah, Jing Xian, Sherlin, Asilah first to eat at the Turkish restaurant before proceeding to minds cafe where the others would join us. Throughout the whole time, whenever Sherlin or Hidayah had to talk on the phone, Asilah and i would ask them whether the rest would pop up with the cake then! lol! We then proceeded to freak them out by detailing what we wanted on our cupcakes ("A tiara... perhaps a wand..." LOL! From the Turkish restaurant to Minds cafe, we were asking "is the cake coming now?" or wondering what the surprise element was. But when plans changed with Sherlin running out to make more calls at minds cafe and then dragging us out.. we started asking "is the cake coming out now?" everytime we stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Raffles city, they asked us to go the loos but we refused and then for a few minutes we stood there "admiring the view" together. lol! Excited by this development, we started keeping a look out for the rest to appear with the cake! At one point, we all cracked up when i suggested that the cake was gonna float down with helium balloons. Sherlin's incredulous expression was to die for! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the way, Sherlin kept on asking us whether we had a cardigan which made us suspicious ("is she gonna do a magic trick? like hold it up and TA DA! the cake appears??").. Finally at Orchard Mrt station, we stopped and.... sherlin revealed why she needed the cardigan. they were gonna blindfold us! on a busy friday night! at orchard road!!  *cue horror music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of "omigawd! nooooo!"s, we were too weak from laughin so hard and had to surrender peacefully to them.. *thoughtful pause* have you ever tried walkin blindfolded.. in heels?? It beats any camp games.  Along the way, i had Hidayah and Jing Xian guiding me while Sherlin guided Asilah. Hidayah kept up a running commentary (HAHAHAHA! this lady just did a double-take when she saw asilah!) while JIng Xian was the trustworthy guide when Hidayah answered her calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked all the way to ORCHARD TOWERS! tt's one whole stretch of road! we even had to jaywalk across! We whipped off our blindfolds to be greeted by the lovely sight of Alvinna and Jiahui grinning in anticipation! I knew they were bluffing! LOL! Anyhoos.. to cut the long story short, we celebrated at the 3 Monkeys Cafe. where the surprise element was ... to participate in the Kumar Show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My heart stopped when i realised that. Yes. My face turned white when i heard that. Yes. I wanted to sink to the floor when Asilah squealed that! And Alvinna turned on her innocent expression and insisted tt it wasn't so! Even under the threat that they would have to go on the reverse bungee jump blindfolded if it was so! (OOOOoooh just you girls wait!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was there where my friends discovered our brillant talents at dancing. What can i say? August Babies just rock. :D It would have been better if the guy was actually cute though! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake came out when we least expected it and they gave us so many presents. Through these presents, i discovered the image that i have been projected to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My boobs are equivalent to maternity boobs and i have a huge ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAA! and on the bra and the biggest darn undies i have ever seen, they actually wrote stuff all over it. This is what i call a personalised touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i love the clarins spray and clutch! They wrapped the clutch up in 23 layers and with each layer came a post it note to tell me why they love me. altogether now.. AWWWWWW! It makes me teary just thinking about it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that Jiahui and Claryce (QSes who are really really really busy) had to wrap it during their lunch hour. AWWWWW! I'm really touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great birthday celebration and i loved every minute of it! Thank you so much for everything.. can you feel the overwhelming love pouring out of this blog entry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have to come to the end of this post because i am showing emotion and i am chinese. we are stoic people who will not show emotion. but even so.. I LOVE YOU GIRLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a HUGE THANK YOU to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jie &amp;amp; Audrey for planning the birthday treasure hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jie &amp;amp; Dan for the awesome present of GPS, wallet and bag i love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey for Stone Monkey hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah and Alvinna for buying the presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui and Claryce for wrapping the presents and coming up with the 23 things we love abt adel during their lunch hour! I get all choked up when i think of how you two managed to squeeze time out of your very very very busy schedule to sacrifice your lunch hour for me! And i'm so very sorry for Claryce's paper cut! They bled for me! How much more can you ask for?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvinna for managing to surpass the "surprise" quotient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlin for planning the whole thing.. down to the blindfold detail (yes i know it was you!). She looked so worried at first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Xian, Hidayah and Sherlin for patiently enduring our endless teasing (is the cake gonna come out here??) and leading us on a tour ard city hall for an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Xian for not leaving me alone when i was blindfolded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah and Jing Xian for accomplishin the task of leading me to jaywalk while i was blindfolded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claryce, Huili, Sherlin, Alvinna, Hidayah, Jiahui &amp;amp; Jing Xian for taking time out to meet up, plan and celebrate our birthdays! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone who played a part in making me deliriously happy with all the birthday smses! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6388510436096476546?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6388510436096476546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6388510436096476546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-278022053299472198</id><published>2008-08-26T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:49:23.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got my new phone!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's Sony Ericsson so my sms replies will be slower than the usual but still!! New! Phone!  So far, (as expected, heehee!) im so rocking the rollercoaster game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been feeling rather gross these past few days. When i have managed to sucessfully kill one pimple off, another huge one surfaces. Honestly! It's like one of those arcade games, whack-a-zit or something. And another side effect from the Olympics is the weight gain! *shakes fist in general direction of tv* Because of the desire to watch the finest athletes  compete, i forgo any physical activity... well save for walking to the remote. So weight gain + pimple outbreak (I'm not even stressed damnit.) = sigh! I &lt;em&gt;forbid&lt;/em&gt; any photo taking at my "surprise" birthday celebration! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: a HUGE Thank You to ting for all her smses to cheer me up after the nightmarish interview! Hope you are enjoying freddos in aussie!! Eat more for me! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-278022053299472198?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/278022053299472198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/278022053299472198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-my-new-phone-3-its-sony-ericsson.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5503976198325997755</id><published>2008-08-24T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:47:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been melting into the couch for the last few days. Didnt realise how obsessed i had become with the Beijing Olympics.. but! i can pinpoint my fav moment! I was on the bus on the way home when the mobile tv showed the end of a soccer game. and you know how the footballers tend to swap jerseys at the end of the game?? well. several of them took off their jerseys and shorts!! leaving them walkin ard the field in just tight whiteys!! PHWROAARR! i tink i may have been salivating then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the fish spa where you put ur feet into the pond and let the fishes nibble at the dead skin. It really does work! But it's not for the faint hearted though. When i was there, there was this girl who couldnt put her feet in (granted, the fishes were really HUGE) and her bf got quite fed up with her. Anyways! it really does work! I was quite pleased with my baby pink feet after tt! No more cracks! how awesome is tt? :D :D :D i would love to immerse my whole body in it! Put my hand into the pond and i was shocked to see so many fishes swarming up! Seems like my hands have a lot of dead skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bored at hme tt when Audrey brought back &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;, i was so excited that i kept on hovering around her so that she could finish the book faster! Hooray! Everyone has been giving great reviews abt the book that i was really curious about the story. The movie is coming up this year.. Here's hoping it won't turn into a Harry Potter *scoffs!*/ Sex and the City *SCOFFS!* (No matter what claryce says!)! Hmmm Twilight is okay. Did not really live up to my expectations but i hope tt the 3rd book (my gut feeling tells me that the 2nd book will be a bit too depressing for me!) will be more interesting as the the ground work has been laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the movie trailer of Twilight. I wanna see Rosalie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you can live forever.. What do you live for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBvOhfL4mYw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBvOhfL4mYw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5503976198325997755?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5503976198325997755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5503976198325997755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/08/been-melting-into-couch-for-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8375895552358903479</id><published>2008-08-14T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:09:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Asilah!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;August babies rock! May many wonderful things happen to you this year :D The first of which is the totally amazing surprise party we're gonna get on the 29th! Can't hardly wait!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad came back on Tues and he bought Wii(!!) for! my! birthday!! With the whole works! Dance mat, wheel, gun.. you name it. So far we have played bowling (jie jie is crazy ass super good in this game), boxing (audrey wins this every single time), golf (Dan is damn pro), dance anddddd tennis! which i totally rock! I'm like the virtual williams sister! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone had gone to sleep, i continued playing tennis and won the computer yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adel = Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course the ceiling fan was a minor casualty of my enthusiasism but daddy fixed it liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I helped Christine to move into PGPR. Turns out that her room is in the same block and on the same floor i used to stay in! :D In fact, her room is only next to the one i got! Heh. In a way, im super envious of her. She gets to be a student in uni! the best position to be! Grown up enough to do her own thing yet still a child in not having to worry abt jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about job hunting.. it is the most demoralising thing ever to be rejected.. even by a system. Even a machine doesnt want me! :( I really really hope that my only hope will not rest on a job based very far away.. Sigh. We'll see. Que sera sera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8375895552358903479?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8375895552358903479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8375895552358903479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-asilah-august-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8245648230147646265</id><published>2008-08-12T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:58:17.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At which point does one just gives in?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know what's the right decision?&lt;br /&gt;If only the heart, mind and pocket were aligned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8245648230147646265?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8245648230147646265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8245648230147646265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-which-point-does-one-just-give-in.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7137528843706446174</id><published>2008-08-06T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:47:36.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Peio! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some moments are worth celebrating over and over again. This.. is one of them. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7137528843706446174?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7137528843706446174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7137528843706446174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-peio-some-moments-are.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1254339837320780953</id><published>2008-08-01T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:50:16.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11.oo am wake up to eat nutella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15 am make bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.17 am wander out to computer to do some job hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 19 am dad calls on skype so surrender computer to mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.20 open fridge to examine contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.21 make sister's bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.22 try to call for dash to play with him but the lousy dog is sleeping and refuses to heed my calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.24 try to entice dash with some yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.24 succeeded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.28 dash goes back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.35 gets kicked out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.40 regains use of computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45 decides to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... aren't you glad you're working??  bah. i need a job asap. if not because of boredom then because my mom &lt;em&gt;wants to paint the whole house&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1254339837320780953?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1254339837320780953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1254339837320780953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/08/11.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4468538218554799098</id><published>2008-07-31T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:28:20.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For someone who pesters others to put up their birthday wishlists, i didn't really like the idea of telling people what to get for me. I felt that it kinda took the surprise element out of it.. But! I changed my mind after shopping for the other birthday babies. Present hunting is &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;.. esp if you don't really know what the birthday baby wants! Also, the expressions of glee on the jun-jul babies' face helped to convince me that a bit of the surprise is still retained (in the sense that they don't know which items of their wishlist we would pick!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, for the convenience of those working out there, i have made out a wishlist in &lt;em&gt;excruciating&lt;/em&gt; detail so that you can just pop in and out of the store! :D Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adel's wishlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sigh.. my dream job??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- For my ipod to miraculously start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I need another pair of aviators to put in the car to wear while driving. Dayah bought a really nice pair from bugis for only $10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A bag for interviews/ work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wallet (the coin compartment shud preferably be on the outside.. See Jing Xian's wallet for reference!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- earrings for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pouch tt is big enough to put my hp and cash inside. Need it for lunch hour/ gg out for chomp chomp nights etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seamless or pretty lace bra. I'm 70b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Books! Preferably mystery/crime novels (but not lee child, sidney sheldon or ian rankin). I love the lincoln rhyme series of Jeffrey Deaver! *hint hint* The Jeffrey Deaver books i &lt;strong&gt;have read&lt;/strong&gt; include Twisted, More Twisted, The Cold Moon, The Twelfth Card, The Empty Chair, Garden of Beasts, The Vanished Man, Speaking in Tongues, The Lesson of her death, The Coffin Dancer. Please dun get Bone Collector too. Angelina Jolie kinda spoilt tt image for me. The only prob with this option is that there may be a risk that i get 2 copies of the same book which happened during Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Audrey says that she'll get me "The Stone monkey" so don't get tt too! Yay! I can't wait to read it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can't go wrong with beauty products! :D Here are the names of products im itching to try out! :D&lt;br /&gt;"Clarins Fix' Make-Up Refreshing Mist $25.00"&lt;br /&gt;" Paul and Joe eye make up palette Summer Shimmer"&lt;br /&gt;"Palmer's skin success spider vein cream"&lt;br /&gt;"Shiseido white lucent brightening eye treatment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, following in the steps of Vinna, here's my "Please do not get me these items" list&lt;br /&gt;- cups / mug&lt;br /&gt;- perfume&lt;br /&gt;- decorative items like figurines, pictures, vases etc.&lt;br /&gt;- flowers&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- balloons&lt;br /&gt;- Store vouchers as they mean tt i have to get out of the house and go to the store. heh!&lt;br /&gt;- urm clothes. Often people give me really lovely clothes in a much smaller size which just serves to depress make me! lol! Height does not equal width!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! Adel's very easy and convenient birthday wishlist and non-wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for the "surprise" bday celebration, dayah was wondering whether we could go minds cafe. lol! We discussed it and we agreed that the city hall's one would be the best location. What do you think? Do let her know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4468538218554799098?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4468538218554799098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4468538218554799098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-someone-who-pesters-others-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8401644539717595101</id><published>2008-07-26T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:52:23.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I &lt;em&gt;conquered&lt;/em&gt; CTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the PIE and BKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow... the world! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of control is amazing.. Imagine what i could do with GPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8401644539717595101?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8401644539717595101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8401644539717595101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-i-conquered-cte.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3123390729982587645</id><published>2008-07-25T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:01:29.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do i hear a cry for updates?? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but it seems like i'll have great witty ideas for a blog entry which would immediately disappear as soon as i log on to blogger! gah! But. i'l try my best to fill up a few paragraphs about what's happening in my non-existent life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much anticipated BBQ got rained on. To give you an idea of how last minute it was, i was anxiously waiting on the patio for Sherlin to come pick me up when Claryce called to say tt it was raining at Tampines. Man! At that very moment, i felt like throwing bricks at the sky and whatnot. Yes, that "NOOOOOOooooo" sound you heard on sat was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my family proved to be a absolute lifesaver! As soon as i asked my parents for permission to use the house and BBQ, they said yes and sprang into action. Within minutes, my dad had the BBQ pit set and Jie Jie and Mummy were busy heating up the charcoal for the fire. Within half and hour, we had a fire going. And this is despite the fact that it was my dad's last day of his July Singapore's visit and Jie Jie having to go off to pick Dan up from the airport in a matter of time! What can i say? My family is fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent gotten the pics of the BBQ from the rest yet, hence i shall post the pics another time. But was really glad that the birthday babies enjoyed their celebration and presents!! They deserve the best and i'm glad that they liked the cupcakes. Kudos esp to Asilah for the cupcakes and picking out such fine presents! Hidayah and Jing Xian played essential roles in present hunting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I've finally passed my driving! As Claryce said, "&lt;strong&gt;Driver in the house yo&lt;/strong&gt;!" One baby step into adult hood! :D Hooray! As soon as i could get out of the centre, i called my mom to pick me up and fixed the plates so that i could start driving asap! Celebrated by driving straight to Novena which meant taking the CTE. Talk about baptism by fire! Fetched Audrey from school and then later, Jie Jie from Bishan. It was nerve wrecking trying to drive in the rain in the dark. To make it worse, my car's wipers were a tad old so whenever it wiped away the raindrops, i would be left peering through a blurred window. And then there's the issue of parking the car in my house's garage. I think i gave my mum quite a fright a few times when i tried parking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FEAR NOT! I will practise and practise and &lt;em&gt;practise&lt;/em&gt;! This license is so expensive and difficult to get, i must make full use of it! Also, I told my parents that they do not have to worry about me getting reckless on the road because this license is just too precious to lose! Am resolved to being a safe and careful driver! :D Will practise in time for Hari Raya &amp;amp; CNY visiting! ho ho ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update #3:&lt;br /&gt;Mum has been sick all week long so i've been busy juggling all the housework with everything else. While the laundry, ironing and cleaning are okay, nothing else would make me take up cooking. All week long, i've been dancing around in the kitchen, squealing and squealing when the stupid oil splatters onto me. I swear, the food is evil. It's out to get me for cooking it. The other day, this drop of hot oil jumped out of the &lt;em&gt;kwali&lt;/em&gt; to miss my eye by an inch. &lt;em&gt;An inch&lt;/em&gt;! I wanted to show it the middle finger. After the first day, i realised tt i couldnt do it on my own so i have roped in Audrey to assist me... together with the guidance of Jie Jie thru email, i have made it thru the first week of cooking :D Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, housework, driving, job hunting and dash's ear infection have kept me pretty busy for the past week. I promise that once things settle down next week, i'll sit down and properly do the presents accounts. Up to today, im still scratching my head over the remaning $20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the promise list, my very first birthday wishlist! :D&lt;br /&gt;For now, the hint is NO clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3123390729982587645?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3123390729982587645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3123390729982587645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-i-hear-cry-for-updates-lol-sorry-but.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2755090973140582783</id><published>2008-07-01T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:48:50.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love interviews! With the arrogance only youth can provide, i would swagger in to interviews, confident that i would ace it. But now the thought of having to go in and answer questions like "describe a difficult situation which you got out of." or "describe why you think that you would be perfect for this job" makes me quake in my shoes. This is just plain crazyyy. I can foresee a downward spiral into batshit crazy lady who is fearful of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty stupid considering the people have to pick you for the interview and they can't do that if you havent sent your resume for them to look thru. So logic goes to reason that i should start finishing the damn resume already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeelp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2755090973140582783?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2755090973140582783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2755090973140582783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-happened-to-me-i-used-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8096642100036331302</id><published>2008-07-01T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:18:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got it from peio's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what's ur personality type? &lt;a title="The Test" href="http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html" rel="self"&gt;Take the free test&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;a title="My personality type: the social realist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!" href="http://www.ipersonic.com/type/SR.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="My personality type: the social realist. Take the free iPersonic personality test!" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/SR.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Social Realist (SR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Realists are popular persons full of energy. They are reliable, well organized and helpful. Traditional values are important to them. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Founding a family also plays a central role in their life. (&lt;--wrong)&lt;/span&gt; Social Realists have a marked social streak. They are always ready to listen to the worries and problems of others and spare no effort when they are asked for help. With empathy and understanding, they can sense what other people need. Social Realists are always willing to highly regard the strong points of the other person and to excuse that person’s weaknesses. They are the most sociable of all personality types. Social contacts are very important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Realists find it very difficult to cope with conflicts and criticism - harmony is their elixir of life. Acknowledgement and esteem are very important to this type. Differentiation on the other hand is not necessarily one of their strong points. At work and in partnerships, they are loyal, committed and always there when needed. They find it easy to make friends due to their open, warm manner and they have a large circle of friends. In love, they are faithful and attentive and care for their partners with a great deal of imagination and sensitivity. Social Realists show their feelings openly and honestly. Should a relationship break up, they tend to blame themselves. That is why they find it very difficult to end a partnership even if it has not fulfilled their requirements for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Realists are more conservative types. They have a set system of values and rules which is orientated to the prevailing traditions. They prefer clear, structured surroundings and work processes; they find too much change und unrest unpleasant. Their strong points are carefulness and reliability and not so much flexibility and spontaneity. Social Realists are open-minded towards anything new only to a limited extent. But, should one be looking for someone to fulfil a task reliably and exactly, they are the right persons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8096642100036331302?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8096642100036331302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8096642100036331302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-it-from-peios-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1341422871626389955</id><published>2008-06-30T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:46:09.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So! Last thursday, we went to eat nasi bryani and collect our gowns from school. It was really great seeing the girls again.. Really missed them like hell! Especially when you consider how often we would see each other in school and how we weren't able to meet up for a month because of everyone's busy schedule! Even though Hidayah, Claryce, Jiahui and Huili were sorely missed, we had a great natter, especially when it came to being updated on recent events! heeeheeehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collection of the gowns were surprisingly painless. There were a few vendors there hard selling their products such as plaques (for our certificates) and photoshoots. I remembered that Jie Jie and Dan had a reaallly bad experience with one photo studio and they did mention that they chose the photostudio because the photostudio had been at NUS at the time of gown collection. Now, Jie Jie and Dan are like the sweetest, most forgiving couple that i know of. They are more apt at being amused and letting horrid customer service incidents go so when they got really upset about this photostudio, i knew that this photostudio was reaaaaally bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! If you are really interested in knowing which photostudio this is, it's.... wait for it... &lt;strong&gt;Serangoon Studio!&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;They do not do touch ups on the photos, Jie Jie and Dan had a really shitty photographer and the person at the counter was very very rude to them when they were dissatisfied with the photos. In fact, the experience was so terrible that when i asked Jie Jie which photo studio it was, she said it with  such a look of horror that i had to laugh!  So, i've done my part as a friend...  Be forewarned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! time for "how to meaninglessly fritter time away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/strong&gt; has been on my tv radar for quite some time but season 3 is reaally much better. As soon as they put in this one little twist, i was quite simply stunned by the possibility. How could i not have thought about it?? Also, this show is the best in acknowledging that there is such a thing as "awesomeness" and the fact that it keeps on usng the term "awesome" shows you how great the writers are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching season 3 of &lt;strong&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/strong&gt; and i swear, their crimes are getting more horrific. I spend more time hiding behind the huge pillow than watching the crime scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minds is about how this FBI team tries to profile criminals (predict the personality of the person who does the crime in each episode). Catch it if you miss CSI (which btw.. las vegas is soo going downhill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI:NY season 4 made me wanna throw popcorn or something really cheap and unbreakable at the screen everytime one character appears on the screen. Check out &lt;strong&gt;The Closer&lt;/strong&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, on a totally unrelated note, ting has asked me to write my crazy rantings about the Sex and the City movie. But because Sherlin has not watched it yet, i'm gonna wait. For now, let's just say that SaTC Movie has become my new Harry Potter Movie. Oh.. Poor Chuhui, Yuanjing and Jiahui know what that means. I had to sit on Jie Jie and tell her my exact opinion of the movie before she bowed down to my awesome supreme power of logic and reasoning and agreed with what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you excuse me, i'm gonna try to break this cycle of procrastination and figure out a way to write an impressive letter and resume to show all employers in the world what a wonderful employee i'll be. (Like Hello? My pic as "Employee of the Month" would loook waay better than any one of their present employees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wish we could be as they do in Futurama. A program settles your job and pring! you got the job you are perfect for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1341422871626389955?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1341422871626389955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1341422871626389955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-last-thursday-we-went-to-eat-nasi.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7805776647416390391</id><published>2008-06-27T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:12.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday dear Alvinna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a toast to the girl who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- gets to ogle hot Japanese guys in Bali!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- and is bringing us with her the next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- introduces us to the most delectable K-dramas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- has the best "hot guy" radar around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- will soon be "Miss Alphonso" to our future generation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May you have the best time celebrating your Birthmonth!! :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Psstt.. i wanted to write your bday wishes in Malay but Babelfish doesn't translate to Malay. Darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second thing on the agenda...&lt;br /&gt;Those who said yes to my proposal, please view and vote for the pic you would like to be on the ez link card! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9m6E5KPI/AAAAAAAABuk/79py85gPP9k/s1600-h/n569469929_427750_495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221269547624690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9m6E5KPI/AAAAAAAABuk/79py85gPP9k/s400/n569469929_427750_495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9d-9zB1I/AAAAAAAABuc/FeyCfa-u-6U/s1600-h/n569469929_427748_9724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221116241217362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9d-9zB1I/AAAAAAAABuc/FeyCfa-u-6U/s400/n569469929_427748_9724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9YCSH1-I/AAAAAAAABuU/bnmA9s3YqFM/s1600-h/n569469929_427748_9724edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221014052558818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9YCSH1-I/AAAAAAAABuU/bnmA9s3YqFM/s400/n569469929_427748_9724edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are there any other suggested better photoshopped to get rid of the cracks on the wall and whatnot! Choose wisely! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can buy the cards in batches of 1,2 or 3. See below website for more info! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporemint.com/default.php?cPath=2_18_110"&gt;http://www.singaporemint.com/default.php?cPath=2_18_110&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7805776647416390391?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7805776647416390391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7805776647416390391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SGO9m6E5KPI/AAAAAAAABuk/79py85gPP9k/s72-c/n569469929_427750_495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5821088946135935083</id><published>2008-06-18T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:15:55.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>白人读不懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家好！我正在上海旅游，玩地很开心。上海真有趣， 有好多事做， 好多东西买（我买的衣服全部是黑还是白！男人也挺帅但我还是比较喜欢汉国男人！哈哈哈！因为我在中国，所以用华语写了这登录！你觉得惊喜吗？如果是的话， 我也不能怪你。好久没有写了一篇华文的文章！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天来写博客是因为是 Sherlin 的生日！(对不起，不知道怎么写您的华文名)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝您生日快乐，身体建康，越长越漂亮， 步步高升， 多福多寿! 希望您的 fashionstaples 可以有很好的反应! 知道您正在香港。。等您回来让我们和您一起庆祝！快去快回喔！！ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就再祝您生日快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rough translation: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Right now, i'm having a lovely time in Shanghai. Shanghai rocks socks off! There are plenty of things to do and buy (Most of the clothes i bought are either black or white.. typical me huh?) Chinese guys are pretty cute too, but i'll still prefer Korean guys! hahaha!  Thought that since i'm in China, it would be wholly approriate to blog in Chinese. Are you surprised? I wouldn't blame you if you are. After all, i have not written a Chinese paragraph for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for my blog post today is because it's Sherlin's Birthday! (Don't really know how to write her chinese name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here' wishing Sherlin a  Happy Birthday!! May you be healthy and pretty always, climb the ladder of success and live a long life to enjoy loads of prosperity! Here's hoping that Fashion Staples will soon hve a great response! Know that you are celebrating your birthday in Hong Kong so we're waiting for you come back to celebrate it with you.. So hurry back kies? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing you a Happy Birthday once again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5821088946135935083?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5821088946135935083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5821088946135935083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/sherlin-fashionstaples-d-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4682455740573313673</id><published>2008-06-12T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:17:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Neela!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry about the late wishes but my hp ran out of batt and my dad's MSN doesnt work. Hence this loud proclaimation on my blog! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the Goddess of Wisdom, and the next Domestic Goddess! May the following year be the best year of your life yet. Learn more at school so that we can all hang out at ur cafe when we are old! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4682455740573313673?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4682455740573313673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4682455740573313673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-neela-sorry-about-late.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5237420753662282427</id><published>2008-06-08T23:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:14.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Firstmost.. Happy Birth Week to Jiahui where ever she might be in Japan! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been pretty crazy, what with all the dumpling wrapping and new furniture arriving (i still can't get over the fact that my mom and i rearranged the hall's furniture &lt;em&gt;thrice&lt;/em&gt;). Add doing my dad's errands and trying to cram stuff into an overflowin suitcase.. Suffice to say i needed a bit of escapism... And herein enters the all important role of Korean drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9 end 2 outs" is about the love lives of 30 yr olds. While there have been many raves about it, i was kinda meh on the story development. Ended up fast forwarding thru  semi-plots i deemed useless to the main story. Got a bit lost about the writers' objectives (like why is this person coming in now?). Certain parts of the story seemed a bit disjointed. Perhaps it was lost in translation... Gah now i really do wanna learn Korean! Admittedly, during certain bouts of the show, i had unreasonable urges to reach through the screen and slap the female lead on the other end. Either she was really over analysing too much, talking too much or being really whiney/stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again! I perserved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because "9 end 2 outs" has several redeeming qualities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top reasons one should watch  9 End 2 Outs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Male lead Smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwDBZB2nYI/AAAAAAAABuM/DvHW5oEEXl4/s1600-h/9+ends+2+outs+f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209542191394233730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwDBZB2nYI/AAAAAAAABuM/DvHW5oEEXl4/s400/9+ends+2+outs+f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Male lead looking wistful with puppy dog eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwC8J5LD9I/AAAAAAAABuE/nSo7ZzuERvY/s1600-h/9+end+2+outsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209542101431947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwC8J5LD9I/AAAAAAAABuE/nSo7ZzuERvY/s400/9+end+2+outsc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Male Lead being Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwCNJ7hpbI/AAAAAAAABt8/AF0FiK32OGw/s1600-h/9+end+2+outsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209541293987964338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwCNJ7hpbI/AAAAAAAABt8/AF0FiK32OGw/s400/9+end+2+outsd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Male Lead looking stoned/ emotional/ shocked/ confused /caring ( basically i forgot the scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwCH9-nPvI/AAAAAAAABt0/ZD2WEq6apU4/s1600-h/9+end+2+outse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209541204880342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwCH9-nPvI/AAAAAAAABt0/ZD2WEq6apU4/s400/9+end+2+outse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Male Lead lookin angry ( i love this shot!! The most expression shown!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwCBUP1wII/AAAAAAAABts/-UkqtIJ7t24/s1600-h/9+end+2+outsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209541090599092354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwCBUP1wII/AAAAAAAABts/-UkqtIJ7t24/s400/9+end+2+outsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Male Lead in the shower.... wet ( inner adolescent girl in me: &lt;em&gt;heeheeehee&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwB63BpKgI/AAAAAAAABtk/D_nb_S9XSNA/s1600-h/9+ends+2+outs+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540979675703810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwB63BpKgI/AAAAAAAABtk/D_nb_S9XSNA/s400/9+ends+2+outs+g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male Lead thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwBz5GccAI/AAAAAAAABtc/mV6S_kStjZQ/s1600-h/9+ends+2+outs+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540859973627906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwBz5GccAI/AAAAAAAABtc/mV6S_kStjZQ/s400/9+ends+2+outs+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male Lead being cheeky :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwBe8MNjvI/AAAAAAAABtU/hV72cWGePAc/s1600-h/9+ends+2+outs+h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540500025872114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwBe8MNjvI/AAAAAAAABtU/hV72cWGePAc/s400/9+ends+2+outs+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the TOP reason for one to watch "9 end 2 outs":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Male Lead's half naked scene!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwBYD73qkI/AAAAAAAABtM/nIAqw-PzxJA/s1600-h/9+ends+2+outs+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540381845727810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwBYD73qkI/AAAAAAAABtM/nIAqw-PzxJA/s400/9+ends+2+outs+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risque by korean drama's standards.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's hoping more directors would follow suit and show more man chest!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Male lead is Lee Jung Jin (courtesy of Drama wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5237420753662282427?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5237420753662282427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5237420753662282427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/firstmost.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEwDBZB2nYI/AAAAAAAABuM/DvHW5oEEXl4/s72-c/9+ends+2+outs+f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8879823267291452863</id><published>2008-06-07T14:56:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy's Surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break from making my dad's Father's Day Present to blog about the surprise we threw for him before he went to Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Because he was so busy in the last few days, the only day we could throw the surprise was on the very day of the planned post-exams BBQ. So it was with a heavy heart that i regretably informed the NUS peeps that i couldnt make it to the BBQ. They were really lovely, being understanding and trying to move the date around. But turns out that they are all very busy people! It was too tough trying to get a date when everyone was free that the BBQ was postponed indefinately. I'm so so sorry about that! Tried to collate all our schedules to see when we can meet up again.. but it will be after 25th June. Shall we make it 5th July (sat)? Please do let me know kies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after making the difficult decision, we had to plan everything quickly. We decided that we would pretend tt it would only be my family going out to try a new restaurant but when we get there, the rest of the extended family would be there, hence giving daddy a surprise! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Jie was in charge of finding us a new restaurant to try (She's the best person to ask about where to get good food.  Every food outlet she brings us to will be guranteed repeated returns!) I had to co-ordinate with the various uncles and aunties about the venue and time. My dad is very very particular about arriving at places early so i had to make sure that everyone would be there before him. Not an easy task if you ask me! On the actual day, Daddy wanted to leave &lt;em&gt;half an hour early&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went into frantic mode as the rest of the relatives had not arrived at the restaurant! Was sending out SOS smses to all to hurry to the venue! Jie jie called to pretend that the reservation was pushed back, Christine (being the main liasion) was smsing back frantically to report who had arrived, I had to pretend to be doing make up (eliciting a "why you need to put on so much makeup? No one going to be there la!" from an impatient Daddy) ... Luckily, Audrey pretended to be finishing up her maths homework so we could stall Daddy a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Daddy still managed to get us all out of the house pretty early. -_- lll&lt;br /&gt;The whole way there, we were praying for red lights! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! we managed to reach later than the rest so Daddy got a huge shock when he saw them there. :D His first reaction was  "eh??? who is also here leh!" lol! When he entered, the cousins immediately stood up clapping and cheering for him and the whole restaurant turned to look! lol!  No pictures of a surprised daddy though.. cause they were all so engrossed in cheering for him that they completely forgot to get a photo of his shocked look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Hooked on Heads (located at Thomson). Jie Jie wanted to eat a chinese restaurant which i was vehemently against as i thought Daddy ought to eat his favourite spicy dishes. Dad's fav dish is fish head curry and yet Mum didn't want to eat at "somewhere non-air con.. hot la" so Jie jie had a pretty difficult time finding one restautant tt fit all our requirements. But being Jie jie.. she did manage to find Hooked on Heads, which met all our expectations (foodwise) and more! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are famous for their Fish Head Curry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo2JV6HdLI/AAAAAAAABtE/3E41Vw01aRk/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209035453135025330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo2JV6HdLI/AAAAAAAABtE/3E41Vw01aRk/s400/DSC02695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and mee siam...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo2BZM38dI/AAAAAAAABs8/hS_I8_wDQDk/s1600-h/DSC02697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209035316580053458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo2BZM38dI/AAAAAAAABs8/hS_I8_wDQDk/s400/DSC02697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being us, we went and ordered loads more!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1sPnHzmI/AAAAAAAABs0/uPwC-P2YLSQ/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034953228537442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1sPnHzmI/AAAAAAAABs0/uPwC-P2YLSQ/s400/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of the food.. After a while the phtographer started tucking in and photos were soon forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1i91LHdI/AAAAAAAABss/8NSzUWAAeBA/s1600-h/DSC02702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034793836813778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1i91LHdI/AAAAAAAABss/8NSzUWAAeBA/s400/DSC02702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating dinner, we decided to go back to gee ku's house to cut the cake. Claryce had raved about a durian cake before and remembering how my dad loves durians, i made note of it. So this was a perfect occasion to try her recommendation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The durian cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1UrdGArI/AAAAAAAABsk/Kgd6uXt5JRE/s1600-h/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034548385809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1UrdGArI/AAAAAAAABsk/Kgd6uXt5JRE/s400/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone LOVED it! Thanks Claryce! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1PLjDxyI/AAAAAAAABsc/nR7lbGBW84M/s1600-h/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034453921548066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1PLjDxyI/AAAAAAAABsc/nR7lbGBW84M/s400/DSC02713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 2 days before, Christine suggested making a farewell present for my dad so i had to go thru all my family albums to find pics of my dad with the cousins (NOT an easy task, seeing how my dad is always taking pics of other people!). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209030570928420850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoxtKRWt_I/AAAAAAAABqc/L-fQLuiHf0s/s400/DSC02764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The day before the celebration, christine and i met up to buy art materials (without even having a clue as to what we should make!). We settled on making a coffeetable book and then rushed back to her house to make it. By the time we reached her house, it was around 6 pm. Soon, we roped in her sisters, Pauline, Angeline and Celine to help out. Audrey had told my dad tt she was helping Angel with her work and was also present. By 7 pm, stress levels were high as we were still pondering as to how to decorate the pages. Also, we discovered that the Leong's household was seriously lacking in art supplies (no coloured paper? No glue??) We had to be very innovative when it came to decorating with whatever was available! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, Jie jie and Dan arrived and soon Jie Jie efficiently took ahold of the operation and we started working on it.. By 8 pm,Sarah and Penny had arrived to contribute to the mass of people scrawled out all over the hall! This is what you call 'Cousins united!" lol! Typical of the Ng family.. last minute and in spite of the fact tt the younger ones had exams looming, they took time off to help out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We worked on it till some people fell asleep (*cough* &lt;em&gt;audrey&lt;/em&gt; *cough*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the very next day, Christine (who, despite her busy schedule, did most of the touch ups the next day) had the honours of presenting our hard work. Needless to say.. my dad was super surprised and touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1CRlzMuI/AAAAAAAABsU/uvqoRzKaxXU/s1600-h/DSC02717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209034232205357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo1CRlzMuI/AAAAAAAABsU/uvqoRzKaxXU/s400/DSC02717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0zajVjAI/AAAAAAAABsM/mQpKcX3jckU/s1600-h/DSC02718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209033976912907266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0zajVjAI/AAAAAAAABsM/mQpKcX3jckU/s400/DSC02718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0pqT97sI/AAAAAAAABsE/GG8bUYy1IAA/s1600-h/DSC02735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209033809344720578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0pqT97sI/AAAAAAAABsE/GG8bUYy1IAA/s400/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0itiVUmI/AAAAAAAABr8/lQChItew1YQ/s1600-h/DSC02742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209033689951195746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0itiVUmI/AAAAAAAABr8/lQChItew1YQ/s400/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0U3PKuXI/AAAAAAAABr0/LwsJozXBlQ4/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209033452036995442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0U3PKuXI/AAAAAAAABr0/LwsJozXBlQ4/s400/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In fact, my dad was so happy with the present, he refused to let anyone carry it! Even when his hands were full, he was still balancing it with one hand! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the present we all worked so hard on! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0OxhGy0I/AAAAAAAABrs/Sp5B1pSNCCc/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209033347422407490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0OxhGy0I/AAAAAAAABrs/Sp5B1pSNCCc/s400/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cover Page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0HtiljjI/AAAAAAAABrk/LdLoK7IkUxU/s1600-h/DSC02750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209033226095791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo0HtiljjI/AAAAAAAABrk/LdLoK7IkUxU/s400/DSC02750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Bible bit because it's such a representative of my dad "THE Godfather". It's an ongoing joke that my parents are "THE Godparents" as they are very religious and take their responsibilities as Godparents very seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoz0lkI4sI/AAAAAAAABrc/CPAKX7zbjuY/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209032897537303234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoz0lkI4sI/AAAAAAAABrc/CPAKX7zbjuY/s400/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauline made the aeroplane out of aluminium foil and pages from a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEozlZT7bfI/AAAAAAAABrU/uNJYzDLIeBg/s1600-h/DSC02752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209032636550049266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEozlZT7bfI/AAAAAAAABrU/uNJYzDLIeBg/s400/DSC02752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the buttons on this page! All credits go to Christine. Jie Jie did the cutting of the photos and coloured outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEozVwJcmMI/AAAAAAAABrM/zO84E14EIjU/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209032367802194114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEozVwJcmMI/AAAAAAAABrM/zO84E14EIjU/s400/DSC02755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits go to Jie Jie for the layout of this page. Used an old skirt of Pauline's to make the background :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEozJHLmq4I/AAAAAAAABrE/XQBBgfx2vtc/s1600-h/DSC02756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209032150646958978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEozJHLmq4I/AAAAAAAABrE/XQBBgfx2vtc/s400/DSC02756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoyyqep-QI/AAAAAAAABq8/pFfBExgNS1g/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209031764985116930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoyyqep-QI/AAAAAAAABq8/pFfBExgNS1g/s400/DSC02757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th Page&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoya63IVqI/AAAAAAAABq0/1KEqITtbZIw/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209031357065877154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoya63IVqI/AAAAAAAABq0/1KEqITtbZIw/s400/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;5th Page:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoyLvpwpjI/AAAAAAAABqs/Fn6SM7gm54w/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209031096358970930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoyLvpwpjI/AAAAAAAABqs/Fn6SM7gm54w/s400/DSC02760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Page:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penny, Sarah and Pauline were entrusted with the task of making the bicycle (cause my dad loves cycling) and car (cause my dad is often the one who fetches us around). And they did it with just aluminium foil and pages from a magazine! Aren't they amazing? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEox6giGlnI/AAAAAAAABqk/DbNOAq_BGZ4/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209030800242546290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEox6giGlnI/AAAAAAAABqk/DbNOAq_BGZ4/s400/DSC02762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all... Mission Surprise Godpa SUCCESS! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving you with a snapshot i found of my dad and us when we were young. I don't know what it is that gets me. It could be the happy expressions my sis and i have on, showing clearly how we were enjoying in that very moment, or how my dad's expression and pose reminds me of how he has been tenderly loving and protecting us since young.. whatever it is, i love the simplicity in this spontaneous shot.. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoxUiceE0I/AAAAAAAABqU/cyLlzwRrND8/s1600-h/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209030147920761666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEoxUiceE0I/AAAAAAAABqU/cyLlzwRrND8/s400/DSC02766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8879823267291452863?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8879823267291452863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8879823267291452863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddys-surprise-taking-break-from.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SEo2JV6HdLI/AAAAAAAABtE/3E41Vw01aRk/s72-c/DSC02695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3399416833210501841</id><published>2008-06-06T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:18.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SElMM3GgPLI/AAAAAAAABqM/ObxRsDZLIdw/s1600-h/9+ends+2+outs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208778227864059058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SElMM3GgPLI/AAAAAAAABqM/ObxRsDZLIdw/s400/9+ends+2+outs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SLURP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all i can say. :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drama is "9 end 2 outs". Find it at &lt;a href="http://mysoju.com/9-end-2-outs/"&gt;http://mysoju.com/9-end-2-outs/&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/6402149-3399416833210501841?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3399416833210501841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3399416833210501841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/06/slurp-thats-all-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SElMM3GgPLI/AAAAAAAABqM/ObxRsDZLIdw/s72-c/9+ends+2+outs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2937384589409025556</id><published>2008-05-31T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:20:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I leapt for joy and now my ankle hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! The other day, i was dog sitting and happened to turn on the TV. And what i saw made my blood boil. Save for one show about detectives (and that was only because Huili and Jing Xian highly recommended it), i have not watched a Channel 8 show since the start of JC. After viewing the current show for ten minutes, i realised that i have not missed much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i saw made me feel sick to my stomach. In the show, the mother in law told her daughter-in-law that the reason for her interference in the daughter-in-law's sex life was because she wanted a grandson (the daughter-in-law had a daughter). I can't remember the exact wording of the whole conversation but here's the essence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter-in-law : What's wrong with having only daughters? My father never had sons and he's perfectly okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law: If your father had any sons, he wouldn't need his married daughter to come home to celebrate his birthday with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter-in-law: what's wrong with daughters going back to celebrate their father's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-in-law: A married daughter is like "splashed water"... (and i turned off the tv at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to watch it any longer. So what the drama is essentially telling the public is that sons are always preferred and that married daughters should never go back to their own family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of bullshit is this? Yes, i do understand that some people still feel this way and sons are good (better if more good lookin guys are produced. heeheehee!) but if there is always so much talk about how the media tries to educate the public, isn't such a conversation going against the goal of influencing the public's opinion for better? And i do not accept the excuse that this is just entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember why i stopped watching was because the dramas would insert government ideals into their shows like "we should try for a baby cause of the baby bonus!" If such ridiculous lines can be inserted into the show, why can't they stop promoting the ideals of "carrying on the family lines" and "married daughters should not go back to their families"? Please lah. I personally feel that the whole "carryin on the family line" is a whole bunch of crap. There are so many "Tan"s, "Tay"s, "Chan"s, "Li"s, "Lim"s in the whole world. There is no risk of the name dying out liao. And what's wrong with married daughters going back to celebrate their parents' birthdays? It is after all their parents who raised them, who gave them their love, money and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries the man. She does not owe her life to her in-laws. Her in-laws did not invest in her education, did not bring her to the doctor when she was sick, did not dry her tears, did not share her joys... All they did was produce their son who she married for being himself. Yes, she would respect them, be nice to them and try to love them. But, the son should also do the same to his own in-laws. I don't see any shit being given to the sons about not treating his in-laws properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media has an important role in influencing the public. Should such ideals continue to be promoted in local shows, this horrid mentality will be passed on to the next generation. When will this stupid cycle stop? If our media has the power to stop it, why aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in the past, the woman would be dependent on the man's family but that is no longer the case so why can't local media embrace this change in mentality?? Woman are already being given loads of shit in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the reason why not many are proud to be Singaporeans. Why be proud when ur local media sprouts such ridiculous ideals? I'm very very sure (and i really really really hope that i'm wrong) that in the end, the daughter-in-law will bear a son. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not need this whole "Married woman" and "carrying on the family line" to add to our worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. back to boycotting channel 8 dramas and turning to other countries' entertainment products for my dose of escapism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2937384589409025556?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2937384589409025556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2937384589409025556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-leapt-for-joy-and-now-my-ankle-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2441305529658124414</id><published>2008-05-26T23:49:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. I really miss aussie. What wouldnt i give for another day in Aussie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that means that i'm prob gonna recap my trip in &lt;em&gt;excruciating (Thanks vinna!)&lt;/em&gt; detail so be warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i can recap anything though, i must thank two incredible people who were the very reason for my trip to down under in the first place. A huge "Thank you" to Ting and Neela! No amount of "thank you"s can adequately express my gratitude to them for making aussie such a wonderful experience! It was precisely because of them that this trip was more special and heart warming than most! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ting and Neela during dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204721317075559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDridksxJSI/AAAAAAAABn8/1ADZelIZllE/s400/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204726814633698850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrndksxJiI/AAAAAAAABp8/I5wpQy0Y8ts/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say a huge THANK YOU to Neela for taking time off her busy schedule, managing to tear herself away from her love, and travel 3 hours to join us in Sydney. Sydney would not been half as fun without her at all! She was my sole &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; to cling to when we would devise ways to leave the lovey dovey couple to themselves! lol! Also, the poor girl had to endure us pausing every once in a while to snap photos, or forcing her to take a photo! At the Sydney Opera House, Ting was going all out for her love of photography by lying on the floor to get the perfect angle while Neela looked on disbelievingly / disapprovingly.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;An incredulous Neela watching Ting demostrate what she would do for her art. The picture is a tad blurred cause i was laughing so hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717468784862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDre9ksxJNI/AAAAAAAABnU/BFJ4bCzP0Yo/s400/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We even ran out of the car to take photos of a lovely sunset while she missed Nathan... heh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beautiful sunset Ting and i were scrambling to take photos of while Neela goes "wtf?" in the car! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204721810996798770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDri6UsxJTI/AAAAAAAABoE/rQ8VMmvbzWU/s400/DSC03288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Neela was also a very crucial participant of Mission Hot. So heaps of love and thanks go out to the Goddess of Wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204725831086188002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrmkUsxJeI/AAAAAAAABpc/XxofYnefAyc/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204726312122525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrnAUsxJgI/AAAAAAAABps/0x6wp8IwY-U/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neela missing her Nathan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204726127438931442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrm1ksxJfI/AAAAAAAABpk/XCalXIn1nQs/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This trip was a super relaxed one because i didnt have to plan anything for the&lt;br /&gt;travel itinerary (thanks vinna!). In fact, ting was cheering me up during the exams by telling me what she had planned! Here's the lovely angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204722472421762402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrjg0sxJWI/AAAAAAAABoc/5-grrZAYqDQ/s400/DSC03621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717657763423458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrfIksxJOI/AAAAAAAABnc/hnGw_Gb4xQ4/s400/DSC02957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flurry of emails during my exam period was, indeed, a guide towards the light at the end of the tunnel! Instead of dreading to come online to read more notes, i knew i count on checking my email inbox to see that i've got new mail from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides taking over the travel  itinerary, ting was an amazing food guide. Not once did we waste our calories on bad food! Every eating experience was a delight and made me regret not bringing maternity clothes to aussie! I fell head over heels in love with freddo's, developed a strong crush on grecco's cakes and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have i mentioned how grateful i am to ting for accompanying me to places tt she has already been to? Even though she had been to the Great Ocean Road, Philip Island and shopping, she still made the time and effort to bring me to all these wonderful places. What can i say? She's seriously the best Melbourne guide ever! :D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204723211156137362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrkL0sxJZI/AAAAAAAABo0/2cVSRcsutD0/s400/DSC04115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting is also one excellent photographer with her big ass camera! If i post any nice photos, chances are they were taken by ting. For example, the photos of the animals posted in my previous entry were taken by ting. For some reason, all the animals looked directly at her while she happily snapped away. hmmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ting's huge ass pro camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717271216366786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDreyEsxJMI/AAAAAAAABnM/I8UFQ7cjKhw/s400/DSC02922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there was the self-love photos tt she is seriously good at taking! Not to mention how patient she was as i would closely scrutinise every photo and if i was dissastisfied, she would just roll her eyes and take one more photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More examples of Ting's excellent self-love! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204722214723724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrjR0sxJVI/AAAAAAAABoU/jLmDwd5pTjE/s400/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714934754157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrcqEsxJKI/AAAAAAAABm8/lM7z0TWlhdo/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. she found the self timer mode on my camera and nothing could stop us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setting the camera's timer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204726995022325298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrnoEsxJjI/AAAAAAAABqE/x0IP0Ur8kYE/s400/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204722098759607618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrjLEsxJUI/AAAAAAAABoM/KoqRIH2XlrI/s400/DSC03531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204715115142784178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrc0ksxJLI/AAAAAAAABnE/15hMKfC74nY/s400/DSC02881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, ting soon became the person who was running from the camera after setting it. And yet again, the photos she did the self timer for always turned out better than the ones i did! That girl has a midas touch with cameras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204722962048034178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrj9UsxJYI/AAAAAAAABos/qrnzh-3Ie4A/s400/DSC03870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204722846083917170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrj2ksxJXI/AAAAAAAABok/V7Zuz3n0rAY/s400/DSC03630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memorable example of how awesome ting is the when we were freezing our asses off at the Great Ocean Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned how Ting deals with the very very cold... she kneels down!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204723945595545010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrk2ksxJbI/AAAAAAAABpE/y2Pb0m9TQaM/s400/DSC04683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724250538223042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrlIUsxJcI/AAAAAAAABpM/1FHO0Z1Rzo8/s400/DSC04823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were viewing London's Bridge and ting was about to go back when i asked her whether she wanted to take a self-love photo together. The incredulous look she gave me was a moment i would always remember! then our tour guide came along and asked us whether we wanted a shot.. LOL! Poor ting's look was simply priceless! Here's the resulting shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204725586273052114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrmWEsxJdI/AAAAAAAABpU/5ZBvHtsYsP8/s400/DSC05057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Neela and Ting, THANK YOU for all the fun, laughter, talks, guides, photos and memories... You have truly made my aussie adventure the best one yet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204721162456737042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDriUksxJRI/AAAAAAAABn0/a0g0bTFjtms/s400/DSC02984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrfoksxJQI/AAAAAAAABns/w0RmtzXm6ms/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718207519237378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrfoksxJQI/AAAAAAAABns/w0RmtzXm6ms/s400/DSC02967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrfiksxJPI/AAAAAAAABnk/FbrkSdrY1CA/s1600-h/DSC02958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718104440022258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrfiksxJPI/AAAAAAAABnk/FbrkSdrY1CA/s400/DSC02958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204726599885334034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDrnREsxJhI/AAAAAAAABp0/GxRrxGRGaPI/s400/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2441305529658124414?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2441305529658124414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2441305529658124414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDridksxJSI/AAAAAAAABn8/1ADZelIZllE/s72-c/DSC03070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5831819309552659457</id><published>2008-05-21T15:54:00.072+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:32.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that im fully rested and unpacked, and almost used to the sweltering heat here (by that i mean, in an air conditioned room), i can start summarising my little aussie adventure :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ..&lt;br /&gt;- had this air steward for eye candy on the way there :D :D a very good start to my holiday. He was attentive and even attempted to strike up a conversation with me! But, being the incompetent social idiot that i am, i spluttered and stuttered and so, good bye cute air steward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-discovered that ting's place has no lift. *horror music please* i had to lug 19kg up the staircase twice (once when arriving from spore, once when coming back from sydney) and then down twice! What's the point of a fireman pole's in such scenarios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the enclosed fireman's pole (the building used to be a fireman's place)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202768725605187074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPylyo1fgI/AAAAAAAABmM/BHbr0zefjN0/s400/DSC05107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the many steps i had to lug my luggage up! I'm mighty mouse!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202768317583293938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPyOCo1ffI/AAAAAAAABmE/iPq1qdIzNpI/s400/DSC05102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPy4io1fhI/AAAAAAAABmU/q1kf65vqTGg/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202769047727734290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPy4io1fhI/AAAAAAAABmU/q1kf65vqTGg/s400/DSC05109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202769318310673954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPzISo1fiI/AAAAAAAABmc/EQ4Ywu49PI4/s400/DSC05110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202769640433221170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPzbCo1fjI/AAAAAAAABmk/ZPG6osacKIU/s400/DSC05111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202770039865179714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPzySo1fkI/AAAAAAAABms/EV3vz2celis/s400/DSC05112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- got scratched by a bloody kangaroo!! I was feeding it in the proper way mind you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ting helpfully took the exact moment it scratched me. Yes, i am howling in pain in the pic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPx3yo1feI/AAAAAAAABl8/cC8hbo_QSE4/s1600-h/DSC_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202767935331204578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPx3yo1feI/AAAAAAAABl8/cC8hbo_QSE4/s400/DSC_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- decided that kangaroos are the EVIL-EST of all! evil-er than dolphins. i literally was scuttling away from the kangaroos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sight i was fleeing away from&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPxsCo1fdI/AAAAAAAABl0/IOqOmHfP354/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202767733467741650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPxsCo1fdI/AAAAAAAABl0/IOqOmHfP354/s400/DSC04376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got match made. Yes, he was cute (im putting him into mission hot if he agrees). No, i'm not his type. I drank lots of alcohol to escape from reality. They told me that Jon's friend, Jenny, would join us for dinner and i was half thinkin of all the topics i could talk to her about.. (my worst case scenario was to talk about tampons). and then Jenny turned out to be a guy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202761806412872914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPsTCo1fNI/AAAAAAAABj0/Jym3mWSK9iY/s400/DSC03071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202761699038690498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPsMyo1fMI/AAAAAAAABjs/67qTLcXlnp0/s400/DSC03067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was attacked by a poncho. And my dear friend, ting, helpfully took a photo. le sigh. JUST because i took photos when she broke her slipper and when neela and her were figuring out directions, doesn't mean tt ting is entitled to point, laugh and then gleefully capture the moment on film. especially when you considered how she was a conspirator of Plan "Jenny"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attack of the poncho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPw_yo1fbI/AAAAAAAABlk/ij0Pv9kbAWY/s1600-h/DSC_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202766973258530226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPw_yo1fbI/AAAAAAAABlk/ij0Pv9kbAWY/s400/DSC_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPwzyo1faI/AAAAAAAABlc/NUXhxul1PZg/s1600-h/DSC_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202766767100100002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPwzyo1faI/AAAAAAAABlc/NUXhxul1PZg/s400/DSC_0838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202767153647156674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPxKSo1fcI/AAAAAAAABls/gWlkAWZix8w/s400/DSC_0840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- realised that aussie has a weird fixation with animals and their naughty bits. In Canberra where Neela lives, the main highlight of the town is a.. wait for it.. a sheep sitting up with its naughty bits for all the world to see. In Sydney, we discovered this very very virile bull where one cannot help but notice his.. ahem virile-ness. Then, there's a pig in a very seductive pose. Melbourne, on the other hand, gets a cow up in a tree. hmmm. ah wells. Singapore does have a confused lion/fish so i suppose i'm not one who can laugh very hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the virile bull in sydney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202762802845285666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPtNCo1fSI/AAAAAAAABkc/VnZogLrPD9I/s400/DSC03510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202762905924500786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPtTCo1fTI/AAAAAAAABkk/UCR2sOqHNaQ/s400/DSC03513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seductive pig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202763051953388866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPtbio1fUI/AAAAAAAABks/Ngs-5IUTATY/s400/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melbourne's famous "The cow in the tree"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202773239615815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDP2sio1flI/AAAAAAAABm0/UEmmdo6F08o/s400/DSC03884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- put on loads of weight. Ting is the best foodie guide ever. Not once did we waste our calories on bad food! The problem was that we almost always over ordered and didnt learn out lesson till day 9. Every meal, i would dread hearing the worst five words coming out of Ting's mouth "You can have the rest". She would utter it with such finality that i wouldnt dare to argue! I kept on mewing for help and the signature catchphrase of every meal was "We're in trouble".. normally said after warily reviewing the huge portions of the food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fish at Sydney Fish Market (This fish made me smart enough to provide witty comebacks to Neela and Ting!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202762154305223938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPsnSo1fQI/AAAAAAAABkM/lp-VQJ2PleA/s400/DSC03046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neela squeaked in delight when she saw the green seaweed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202761935261891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPsaio1fOI/AAAAAAAABj8/fPa_wLY_ajc/s400/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crab Noodles.. yum! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202761621729279154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPsISo1fLI/AAAAAAAABjk/CvfQe2tt-wc/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202762076995812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPsiyo1fPI/AAAAAAAABkE/hvLjmWGU_q0/s400/DSC03047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sofia's garlic bread with cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202760539397520498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPrJSo1fHI/AAAAAAAABjE/9iliEHOxX2I/s400/DSC02876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202760406253534306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPrBio1fGI/AAAAAAAABi8/NyBfIl5bhSc/s400/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stalactite's wrap and chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202764336148610418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPumSo1fXI/AAAAAAAABlE/1F3Q2gR0u2Y/s400/DSC04025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pancake on the rocks' ribs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202760844340198530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPrbCo1fII/AAAAAAAABjM/yr7WY2Mb4hg/s400/DSC02918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pancake on the rocks' desserts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202760994664053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPrjyo1fJI/AAAAAAAABjU/_M6Vkn_t--A/s400/DSC02923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurricane (Bondi Beach)'s ribs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202763292471557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPtpio1fVI/AAAAAAAABk0/NFVvSCmGXkM/s400/DSC03748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mcbrenna's waffles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202759701878897714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPqYio1fDI/AAAAAAAABik/qHCZnZVZS2A/s400/DSC02782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grecco's cakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202759169302952978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPp5io1fBI/AAAAAAAABiU/zVctTOsu0H0/s400/DSC03954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202759027569032194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPpxSo1fAI/AAAAAAAABiM/i6M6RovVfDQ/s400/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202758795640798178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPpjyo1e-I/AAAAAAAABh8/QL9Ad8s5lMU/s400/DSC03948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spicy Spciy Ramen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202762261679406354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPstio1fRI/AAAAAAAABkU/d8AAn9sdRHU/s400/DSC03064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We agreed tt we would detox right after the trip but so far, my plans to detox and diets have fallen flat on their faces. Day one : Diet smashed to bits as soon as i got home from the airport resutling in gulping down Curry and Lo ark (duck) Day two : Renewed diet lasted till approximately 10 am when i started stuffing my face with Macs Hotcakes and then with Prawn Noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- realised how fast i can strip and jump into the shower. Brrrr... almost as good as Sherlin's shuttle run. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-discovered the world's greatest ice cream. When i ate it, i realised how empty my life had been until that point of time. Freddo's!! marry me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202759448475827234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPqJyo1fCI/AAAAAAAABic/kuGRd3WSQgs/s400/DSC02770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- met mr wenting, jon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202761389801045154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPr6yo1fKI/AAAAAAAABjc/EVGsVKN82yw/s400/DSC02986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202754436248992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPlmCo1exI/AAAAAAAABgU/1LOx6mX7OH8/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202753538600827618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPkxyo1euI/AAAAAAAABf8/-IVYVHa3Ots/s400/DSC03295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202754002457295618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPlMyo1ewI/AAAAAAAABgM/_beZ8Mn517Y/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-suck at self love (aka taking photos of oneself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i always always cut myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202765096357821842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPvSio1fZI/AAAAAAAABlU/U_seIP0t3k0/s400/DSC04532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202763777802861922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPuFyo1fWI/AAAAAAAABk8/7UMsPzNWQg4/s400/DSC03793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202757064768977810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPn_Co1e5I/AAAAAAAABhU/BhrdhAR5q-s/s400/DSC03456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... whilst ting is very good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202759886562491458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPqjSo1fEI/AAAAAAAABis/OTfa0SAh2mQ/s400/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202758108446030786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPo7yo1e8I/AAAAAAAABhs/q4odNdRQhkc/s400/DSC03903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202757691834203058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPojio1e7I/AAAAAAAABhk/BkYRZXqcZGQ/s400/DSC03706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202758383323937746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPpLyo1e9I/AAAAAAAABh0/It2urnZV4o8/s400/DSC03988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202757472790870946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPoWyo1e6I/AAAAAAAABhc/JhHRymXvGAY/s400/DSC03573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fell in love with aussie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPqtio1fFI/AAAAAAAABi0/pmJcPOsiM-c/s1600-h/DSC02797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202760062656150610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPqtio1fFI/AAAAAAAABi0/pmJcPOsiM-c/s400/DSC02797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202756832840743810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPnxio1e4I/AAAAAAAABhM/FMYU2AIYXvw/s400/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPgNyo1eiI/AAAAAAAABec/273fO0Pk-10/s400/DSC04070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPf2io1ehI/AAAAAAAABeU/rftRpqZ-Kvc/s1600-h/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202748122647067154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPf2io1ehI/AAAAAAAABeU/rftRpqZ-Kvc/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5831819309552659457?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5831819309552659457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5831819309552659457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-that-im-fully-rested-and-unpacked.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDPylyo1fgI/AAAAAAAABmM/BHbr0zefjN0/s72-c/DSC05107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6001378850911413426</id><published>2008-05-20T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:32.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm baccck! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDLSsSo1egI/AAAAAAAABeM/XtIQHgfxPGY/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202452177925536258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDLSsSo1egI/AAAAAAAABeM/XtIQHgfxPGY/s320/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; did ya miss me? &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 who am i kidding? you know you did.&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;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDLShyo1efI/AAAAAAAABeE/nFZTdGF-yFg/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6001378850911413426?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6001378850911413426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6001378850911413426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-baccck-did-ya-miss-me-oh-who-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SDLSsSo1egI/AAAAAAAABeM/XtIQHgfxPGY/s72-c/DSC03250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3900528040770073559</id><published>2008-05-14T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:32.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers from Aussie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199912177216354738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnMkyo1ebI/AAAAAAAABdk/urLywFDi6IA/s400/DSC02906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just got back from Sydney where we managed to meet up with Neela and Ting's bf, Jon (spelt with one "n" and not 3 "n"s). It was really great catching up with Neela. I must admit though, when she got on the bus back to Canberra, i really felt like rushing to buy a ticket so tt i could go back to Canberra with her! I wanna see the perverted sheep! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyhoos.. didnt take many grp pics. Jon helped to take a few pics so here's one to remember the Sydney weekend by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnM5Co1ecI/AAAAAAAABds/M5s8VPLm6vw/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199912525108705730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnM5Co1ecI/AAAAAAAABds/M5s8VPLm6vw/s400/DSC03183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I tried taking photos of hot guys but its a bit difficult. Most of my shots are of their backs. arrrghh! Here's one which i roped Neela in to help me take though! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199911326812830098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnLzSo1eZI/AAAAAAAABdU/7CavjfNaNYA/s400/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here's one esp for ryce whose taste leans slightly towards... younger men.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnMAio1eaI/AAAAAAAABdc/9l2oGirHBaA/s1600-h/DSC03040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199911554446096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnMAio1eaI/AAAAAAAABdc/9l2oGirHBaA/s400/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha! Hope you enjoyed the delicious sampling of what Aussie has to offer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3900528040770073559?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3900528040770073559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3900528040770073559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheers-from-aussie-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCnMkyo1ebI/AAAAAAAABdk/urLywFDi6IA/s72-c/DSC02906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8305418250717180656</id><published>2008-05-07T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:32.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 more hours!! ... i hope! &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 think that its only fitting that i spend the last part of being a uni student with the very person who was there with me at the beginning :D&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;We chose to stay in PGP and even had rooms next to each other. Everytime i felt like talking, i would go back and place my feet near her door to see if she was in (aircon mah)! As PGP neighbours, we brought sara lee's chocolate cake to cheer each other up, had a pact to deal with any cockroaches and lizards unfortunate enough to cross our paths, studied together and even moved into the rooms on the same day! &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;She may have gone to Australia after that. But she kept me company thru the worst of projects (i'm sorry but i'll never forget the trying time when she had to step in and help me with the report after my project members ditched me), and provided support through exams. She has always been there thruout my uni life and i really appreciate it!&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;Hence, im super duper excited to go see her in her natural habitat!! :D :D WENTING!!!!!!!!!! i cannot sleep due to anxiety (whether ican get on the flight.... arrghh) and excitement (i'm reading your itinerary over and over again)!! omigosh! i!cannot! wait! lol!&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;anyhoos in case, we wanna set a date for June Babies sitting the reverse bungee(heeheehee!)/ BBQ/ zoo/ visiting sherlin/ kbox / chomp chomp or market night, here are the dates i won't be free. Just in case you need them!&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;7th - 18th May Aussie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28th - 31st May Bintan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd - 16th June Shanghai &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 other than that, im pretty free so just tell me the date and i'll be there!&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;Kies, i'm off to test my theory abt global warming affecting the good looks of guys! Though a cute guy showed up right after i shared my theory. sigh! But since he looked like Lee Dong Wook (Claryce's words not mine!), i'll forgive him! Kicking myself for not continuing the conversation but he took us by surprise! Ah wells, we'll always have lonely planet....or not. LOL!&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 promise to bring back photos of hot guys! if i can find any... since u know.. global warming... hole in ozone layer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the best reward is a holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCCKeVnULvI/AAAAAAAABdM/ji5e_AdKXJ0/s1600-h/DSCN0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306223788306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCCKeVnULvI/AAAAAAAABdM/ji5e_AdKXJ0/s400/DSCN0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8305418250717180656?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8305418250717180656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8305418250717180656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-more-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SCCKeVnULvI/AAAAAAAABdM/ji5e_AdKXJ0/s72-c/DSCN0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2779315981642130162</id><published>2008-05-04T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:51.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I think i ate an ant during my breakfast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kies... Part 2 of San Francisco!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Walking around the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw this and immediately thought of "sustainability" for IP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193415378555119282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK3xVnUJrI/AAAAAAAABMs/SIVqlI6Knn0/s400/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alcatraz from a distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193416061454919362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK4ZFnUJsI/AAAAAAAABM0/-LC73GCvjb4/s400/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was filled with consuming envy when i saw this picturesque scene. I wanna do this! Hang out at parks and do absolutely nothing! Pity Singapore is too hot and humid (not to mention the amt of insects)... Arrrgh! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196426189284321682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SB1qFlnUKZI/AAAAAAAABSc/Ahhzv4Tn5Ks/s400/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196425927291316594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SB1p2VnUKXI/AAAAAAAABSM/gxV85upcS2s/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196426060435302786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SB1p-FnUKYI/AAAAAAAABSU/DAFlNzQthgc/s400/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eating at Denny's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Denny's is my ab fav eating outlet! Every time we go to US, we'll make sure that we get ourselves to Denny's!  The staff is always super friendly, the portions generous and the food good value for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once, when i was young, we ordered their oreo chip cookies sundae. My sister ordered one and i wanted one too. I thought that their sundaes would be in the same size as MacDonald's hot fudge sundae so i stubbornly refused to share an order with my sister. And then the sundaes came out. I swear, my jaws seriously dropped caused the glass was super big! By the time i got through a third of it, i was sick of ice cream! In the end, my dad told us to give up on finishing both the ice cream and try to finish one glass. Yet! We couldn't mange to finish any! That's how big the serving is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you do see this sign, STOP and eat there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193417538923669234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK5vFnUJvI/AAAAAAAABNM/l_IWmRaDA2Q/s400/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193417654887786242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK511nUJwI/AAAAAAAABNU/4GTL7erj-Cs/s400/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy started eating his "Moons over my Hammy" before i could snap a pic of the dish. gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418445161768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK6j1nUJ1I/AAAAAAAABN8/Z3CDDgXqVh0/s400/DSC01226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy wasn't hungry and asked for a bowl of soup, and got a HUGE surprise when the soup came because the portion was just too generous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193417757967001362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK571nUJxI/AAAAAAAABNc/PYpOhag_49s/s400/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot what audrey ordered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418337787586370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK6dlnUJ0I/AAAAAAAABN0/-x2vmgixk7A/s400/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The size of jie jie's pancakes. Look at how thick the pancakes are! They gave at least 3 pancakes (it only occured to me to snap a pic of it after we ate a bit of it!) And the pancakes were just the side dish! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418183168763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK6UlnUJzI/AAAAAAAABNs/txzVZYu4HBo/s400/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My meat lover special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418548240983906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK6p1nUJ2I/AAAAAAAABOE/bYYVHfConTE/s400/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418754399414130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK611nUJ3I/AAAAAAAABOM/Ce0FavnAIb8/s400/DSC01236.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On me: Sherlin's blue jacket. On Jie jie: Bag bought from Yiqi's online shop. On Audrey: Claryce's black jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt resist taking a pic of this cute girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418999212550034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK7EFnUJ5I/AAAAAAAABOc/HPCWOXXg5D4/s400/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A seasoned traveller advised us to try the Dungeness Crab. He said that it will be a waste if we did not try it. He even went back to San Fran just to eat it again!! So off we trooped to get a taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sell dungeness crabs by itself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLC-VnUKTI/AAAAAAAABRs/_IHOFl6Uoa8/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193427696521324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLC-VnUKTI/AAAAAAAABRs/_IHOFl6Uoa8/s400/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or in sandwiches or in cups (together with shrimps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLCCFnUKRI/AAAAAAAABRc/kn1gMLw3s_8/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193426661434206482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLCCFnUKRI/AAAAAAAABRc/kn1gMLw3s_8/s400/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simply delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBvlnUKQI/AAAAAAAABRU/m44Cs5SzJis/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193426343606626562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBvlnUKQI/AAAAAAAABRU/m44Cs5SzJis/s400/DSC01765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It costs more to eat it in the resturant. So we decided to "da pao" it to eat near the sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193428327881517394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLDjFnUKVI/AAAAAAAABR8/57CCaOPFiro/s400/DSC01770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193427906974722370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLDKlnUKUI/AAAAAAAABR0/hjyfqFS3udc/s400/DSC01771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only prob with eating it there were the many many gulls flying around trying to get close to us in order to get the crumbs. That was quite nerve-wrecking actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along Fisherman's Wharf is the famous bread shop "Boudin":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193426034368981202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBdlnUKNI/AAAAAAAABQ8/wxm22f1qKAc/s400/DSC01761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clam Chowder Soup (if you walk to the stores we bought the Dungeness crab from, you can buy the same thing for a much cheaper price!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBrFnUKPI/AAAAAAAABRM/YdwMgMTLHNc/s1600-h/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193426266297215218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBrFnUKPI/AAAAAAAABRM/YdwMgMTLHNc/s400/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBmFnUKOI/AAAAAAAABRE/EeYhgM02zM4/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193426180397869282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBLBmFnUKOI/AAAAAAAABRE/EeYhgM02zM4/s400/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419166716274594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK7N1nUJ6I/AAAAAAAABOk/t72eRALrFyg/s400/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419510313658322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK7h1nUJ9I/AAAAAAAABO8/DrwySZGRhkM/s400/DSC01248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193420523925940210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK8c1nUJ_I/AAAAAAAABPM/eKqCEl6BQQA/s400/P1020212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419286975358898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK7U1nUJ7I/AAAAAAAABOs/WEBu8CrEanY/s400/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419677817382882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK7rlnUJ-I/AAAAAAAABPE/rpLeRMTm15Y/s400/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193419398644508610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK7bVnUJ8I/AAAAAAAABO0/2cFSuJq0FBc/s400/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pier 39 (Along Fisherman's Wharf)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;The famous sealions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193420854638422018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK8wFnUKAI/AAAAAAAABPU/83FXkq1rDyY/s400/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196427293090916770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SB1rF1nUKaI/AAAAAAAABSk/myigyP1dRDs/s400/P1020228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the people watching them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196425691068115298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SB1polnUKWI/AAAAAAAABSE/qhlZewXwz9Y/s400/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of Alcatraz from Pier 39:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193418853183661954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK67lnUJ4I/AAAAAAAABOU/Ab56eMxTkLE/s400/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of Golden Gate Bridge from Pier 39:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421464523778066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK9TlnUKBI/AAAAAAAABPc/a2ZfghzmWMs/s400/P1020224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fair grounds at Pier 39:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193422813143509106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK-iFnUKHI/AAAAAAAABQM/0Nv1TatbTNE/s400/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANNNnnnnd! im pleased to say that i caught a cute guy at Pier 39!! Check out the many shots of the guy in green! Cute???? Im mighty pleased to have been able to capture so many shots of him!! Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psst: In case you're wondering, the entertainer roped in 4 guys to do a trick. One that leaves them all lying on each other without any chairs under to support them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193423307064748162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK--1nUKII/AAAAAAAABQU/QTnozpowEXg/s400/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193423521813112978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK_LVnUKJI/AAAAAAAABQc/fW2IOUdhFJQ/s400/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193423620597360802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK_RFnUKKI/AAAAAAAABQk/nKtkqyftRE8/s400/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193423809575921842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK_cFnUKLI/AAAAAAAABQs/ZxSU_xwQaZU/s400/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look Ma! No Chairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK_j1nUKMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4cruhhK4RvM/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193423942719908034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK_j1nUKMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4cruhhK4RvM/s400/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to this huge candy store and got myself the KING sized candy necklace! Missed those days when i had to beg and beg for this pretty necklace! Also bought novelty candy.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193422546855536722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK-SlnUKFI/AAAAAAAABP8/aRWbC6Y-HxQ/s400/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Audrey's braces get in the way of her sugar fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193422662819653730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK-ZVnUKGI/AAAAAAAABQE/JiC7v5aObZ4/s400/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Awwww!&lt;em&gt; Lean on me: when a couple supports each other... literally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193422220438022194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK9_lnUKDI/AAAAAAAABPs/sAn1lPYGAUk/s400/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very proud of this shot! Used the glass to reflect a bird standing somewhere else and caught the boat, the flag and the bird! Pity abt te bird shit though... ah wells.. NOT the photographer's fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK-H1nUKEI/AAAAAAAABP0/F9gmOt-qjCg/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193422362171942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK-H1nUKEI/AAAAAAAABP0/F9gmOt-qjCg/s400/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with a parting shot of this gull.  eh! I had to jump ard and make all sorts of clicking noises in order to get the damn thing to look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK9y1nUKCI/AAAAAAAABPk/RSpiydquNJM/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193422001394690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK9y1nUKCI/AAAAAAAABPk/RSpiydquNJM/s400/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6402149-2779315981642130162?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2779315981642130162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2779315981642130162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-ate-ant-during-my-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBK3xVnUJrI/AAAAAAAABMs/SIVqlI6Knn0/s72-c/DSC01217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4695785712067537610</id><published>2008-05-03T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:32:16.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Mr and Mrs Wenting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love actually is all around. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4695785712067537610?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4695785712067537610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4695785712067537610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-anniversary-mr-and-mrs-wenting-d.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5575983153005602260</id><published>2008-05-01T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:45:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm really sorry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5575983153005602260?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5575983153005602260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5575983153005602260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7200036397211545067</id><published>2008-04-30T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:38:23.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so!&lt;br /&gt;who is the "everyone" who said that the blue book is coming out? i went into a panic attack this morning, shoving all the boxes to one side in order to find a box that contained my year 1 stuff. And when it wasn't in any of the boxes i looked into, i went into full blown freak-out mode! and who is the "everyone" who said BIM was coming out??? On the way to school, i felt as if i was on my way to execution grounds and was really trembling as i waited to go in to the hall. turns out that the "everyone" didn't include the lecutere so heng ah. Not so heng is that i didnt know how to do the question either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well... Never mind that i bombed all 3 papers. &lt;em&gt;It's over&lt;/em&gt;. :D :D :D... well at least i hope so? Oh please let it be the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had the Aston's meal that Jiahui was raving about. It's pretty damn good. Spend the entire meal in silence. Yes, it was that good!! I just wished that it was halal so that Vinna didnt have to sit there and watch us eat. Felt pretty bad about it. She was really nice and kept on reassuring us that she was okay with it but still...&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 home and spent some lovely quality time with the dogs. It's been 3 weeks since i properly sat down on the patio to play with them, and to be able to just play with them for as long as i liked was a pretty good feeling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is always AUSSSSSSIEEEEE!! i cannot wait! Ting told me the itinerary and i was seriously melting at every activity she described. icannotwaiticannotwaiticannotwait! oooooh.. the tingles of anticipation! i really hope that i will be able to get on that flight. As Claryce said, "once bitten forever shy". But if i do get on that flight, it'll be paradise-bound! :D &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 loving my new to-do list.&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;Instead of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- study topic 1- 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- re do measurement plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- do IP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- dissertation&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;it's&lt;br /&gt;- do mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-foot scrub?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- throw away building notes&lt;br /&gt;- search for the fish eatin dead skin thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- watch ep 4 to 6 of "which star are you from"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- watch newest ep of "ugly betty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's pretty damn good now if you ask me. :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7200036397211545067?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7200036397211545067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7200036397211545067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-who-is-everyone-who-said-that-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6952602554260378009</id><published>2008-04-28T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:28:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 and a half hours till my animal behaviour paper.&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;helphelphelphelphelp.&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 learned that there is such a bird called the "great tits". &lt;em&gt;teeheeheehee&lt;/em&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;though for some reason, i keep on remembering it as "fat tits". Mamahamtits comes to mind.&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 if i do break out in juvenile giggles during the paper, you'll know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one will look for anything to cling to in dire circumstances. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6952602554260378009?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6952602554260378009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6952602554260378009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-and-half-hours-till-my-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3725167832455748660</id><published>2008-04-26T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:03:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My econs paper took "difficulty" and "hellish nightmare" to the next level. Sitting next to Asilah was the highlight of my day because it all went downhill from there. When i first saw the questions, i felt as if i got shot. It left me scratching my head for at least 15 minutes and the whole time i was writing, i had this little voice inside my heard screaming "&lt;em&gt;what are you doing&lt;/em&gt;???!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i think about how i answered the questions... the more i worry because i went totally off track in answering the questions which is the cardinal sin in her module. sigh! i was pretty upset after the paper. Then i heard everyone saying "die la die la" and i knew tt i wasn't the only one who got shocked by the paper. Misery loves company after all. But still.. i cant help thinkin about how i bombed the paper. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Jia hui (note the spacing!) kindly drove us back to serangoon and i tried getting a head start on animal behaviour.... but was soon distracted to planning for Aussie and then excitedly describing to Jing Xian what she can do in America. and then cursing myself as i succumb to the korean drama, Which Star are you from. Both Sherlin and Claryce reccommended this to me and Sherlin is going to lend me the dvd on Monday!! Good bye measurement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i digress! As i was taking a break from animal behaviour, i went to fill my cup with water and right at my eye level.... were two insects mating!! I do not know what kind of insects they were (small, thin with spots) but i initially thought that it was one insect with 4 feelers.. then i realised that the 4 feelers were twitching in pleasure and that their backsides were joined together! In the words of Claryce, "It's like animal planet at ur place!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i got irritated that couplehood is every where i go. &lt;em&gt;Even the bloody insects are getting some!&lt;/em&gt; And i took a thick magazine and whacked them to death. HEY! at least they died in the throes of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this will serve inspiration for me to get to the mating topic in animal behaviour. which at the rate i'm going, will be sometime on monday. SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3725167832455748660?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3725167832455748660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3725167832455748660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-my-econs-paper-took-difficulty-and.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1974832469072986040</id><published>2008-04-22T19:21:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:54.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Le sigh. Exams have taken their toll on me.. And Econs has driven me to blog abt my Frisco trip! Here are a few photos for those who have gotten sick of their econ notes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because i borrowed so many clothes from different people, i'm going to mention them everytime one of us is pictured wearing their clothes. Thanks loads to all these lovely peeps for being so generous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192034387655665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PxFnUJcI/AAAAAAAABLE/3BfxWC9kmOM/s400/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sights ard the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192029585882227874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3LZlnUJKI/AAAAAAAABI0/4OuqmUoTI3k/s400/P1020321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 hearts were placed at the 4 different corners of the central park. I had to stand at this corner for the longest time just cause i wanted to capture the tram in the photo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other 3 hearts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192828690317452914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBCiLlnUJnI/AAAAAAAABMQ/pPJdrmOP6a4/s400/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192829136994051714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBCillnUJoI/AAAAAAAABMY/vY11hnc-Qzk/s400/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192829545015944850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBCi9VnUJpI/AAAAAAAABMg/vde92SZUq4I/s400/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Tram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192030230127322290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3L_FnUJLI/AAAAAAAABI8/LzoEmlI6AvM/s400/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a must do in San Fran! It's their historic landmark and its really cool to ride such an unique form of transport that was built especially to overcome San Fran's steep slopes! We went early in the morning as i didnt want to queue for ages (a tour book i read said that one can queue up to 3 hours during the peak season!) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192797143782663650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBCFfVnUJeI/AAAAAAAABLU/cnZnROhQeSU/s400/P1020105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See the wooden circle behind Audrey and me? The tram would go onto it and then the circle would rotate it ard.. giving everyone perfect opportunities to snap away! On me: Sherlin's jacket, On Audrey: Claryce's black jacket beneath her outer jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The steep slopes of San Fran... the tram's route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3TulnUJdI/AAAAAAAABLM/xQKoFeaI3_I/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192038742752503250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3TulnUJdI/AAAAAAAABLM/xQKoFeaI3_I/s400/P1020106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192032089848161538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3NrVnUJQI/AAAAAAAABJk/PMdzmRAlCJI/s400/DSC01153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the tour books i've read recommended us to stand and hang outside the tram so at the gripper's encouragement, we tentatively stood on the platform outside the tram and clung onto the handrails.. It was super duper fun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192031935229338866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3NiVnUJPI/AAAAAAAABJc/v6cbhVSDdZw/s400/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a pic of our very friendly gripper. They dun call the drivers of the tram "drivers" but "grippers" as they handle a very different technology. Oh dear, he looks really fierce here but he was really nice and friendly... Had the impression tt he quite enjoyed his job&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192030642444182738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3MXFnUJNI/AAAAAAAABJM/iNSCqiOv9-4/s400/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His "Steering Wheel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192032583769400610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3OIFnUJSI/AAAAAAAABJ0/9ENRxq_ML5Y/s400/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Along the way, we saw mini yellow go cars!! These cars are for anyone (with a valid driving license) who wants to tour the city by themselves. They fit only two but look super fun! What's really cool abt these cars is tt there is voice telling you where you are and whats the main attraction ard you / what's the significance of place you are at etc. You ca even turn it off and then back on and its GPS system would be able to tell you where are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192827857093797458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBChbFnUJlI/AAAAAAAABMA/strAWs3sbEs/s400/DSC01177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Lourve Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Supposed to be the "crookedest shortest street in San Francisco". But info has it that there is another road that is more crooked and shorter than this.. Nevertheless, we went to visit it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a view frm the top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192828256525756002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBChyVnUJmI/AAAAAAAABMI/Ah2etA5rl2Y/s400/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192032764158027058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3OSlnUJTI/AAAAAAAABJ8/POsBJe9ABX0/s400/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you look down, you can see that it's quite steep&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192032931661751618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3OcVnUJUI/AAAAAAAABKE/an9DuJw_1LY/s400/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's us tramping down the road, heedlessly ignoring the signs asking us to walk down the straight staircase located at the sides! Who would do that? BORING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But seriously, many tourists try to drive down this road and since we weren't driving, we'll bloody walk ard the curves! By hook or by crook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192033322503775586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3OzFnUJWI/AAAAAAAABKU/leg9fhuqhMY/s400/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192802173189367330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBCKEFnUJiI/AAAAAAAABLw/yIWlIcl0COg/s400/P1020136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192033515777303922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3O-VnUJXI/AAAAAAAABKc/AZsS51_yJMM/s400/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were able to do this as we went there waaay earlier in the morning (Thanks jet lag!). But soon, the cars started coming in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192801400095254034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SBCJXFnUJhI/AAAAAAAABLo/czobByZZ8Ro/s400/P1020144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192033103460443474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3OmVnUJVI/AAAAAAAABKM/yLkFJSSRmwk/s400/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pic of Lourve Road from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PdlnUJaI/AAAAAAAABK0/ya9I830kNFo/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192034052648215970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PdlnUJaI/AAAAAAAABK0/ya9I830kNFo/s400/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It looks pretty meh here as we went at the end of winter. beginning of spring. But during spring, Lourve Road looks pretty lovely as the bare brown patches in between the roads would burst into beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay.i'll admit it.. once i saw the sign "No noise", i immediately thought back to all my Singaporean Friends who would totally break this rule! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PGFnUJYI/AAAAAAAABKk/xgzCjFGJ5E0/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192033648921290114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PGFnUJYI/AAAAAAAABKk/xgzCjFGJ5E0/s400/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Walking around the Residential Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3N31nUJRI/AAAAAAAABJs/KAdgDT5qZaQ/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192032304596526354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3N31nUJRI/AAAAAAAABJs/KAdgDT5qZaQ/s400/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192034284576449970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PrFnUJbI/AAAAAAAABK8/R4ErlWl__V0/s400/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh dear... Blogger keeps on telling me that it can't upload my pics! Gah! Maybe its a sign.... Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to slay the bloody econs monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who am i kidding? Its like fighting Cloverfield with a toothpick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere but here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1974832469072986040?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1974832469072986040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1974832469072986040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/le-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/SA3PxFnUJcI/AAAAAAAABLE/3BfxWC9kmOM/s72-c/DSC01212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1140968992065383560</id><published>2008-04-19T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:13:14.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neela's back!!&lt;/strong&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;:D and she finally smsed us instead of scooting off to malaysia immediately! &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 crapballs.... my exams are in a week's time and peio is a trifle bit busy with work.. which means tt we prob wun get to meet up before neela flies back to aussie. arrrrgh! This is immensely frustrating! To have a great reason to go out but constrained by 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;Everytime i think of exams, i get this sickening thud in my tummy. I have no idea what's going on in any of the modules and i have no mood to study whatsoever. Does not help that the modules are boring as hell. &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;Come to think about it, this entire last semester sucks hardcore. First we had dissertation which trust me, was a total nightmare. I think i gained a few wrinkles from that. Then there was econs project, IP, econs project again (thanks to someone-who-is-getting-very-bad-feedback. Did you know that she didn't even reference her lect notes properly?), animal behaviour proj with lousy TAs, dissertation amendments (and the lawyer had to mark mine... resulting in many love letters in mine) and now exams. It's like one big thing after another, leaving me breathless. Everyday, i wake up in a panic "What's due?" "Anything major coming up?" "Things to do:.." "Did i finish that?" crapballs. And ... to make things worse...If i want more rice in my indonesian food, i have to pay 20 cts more! The horror of it all!. And yes, the pple ard me are bored to tears with this complaint. From now, im eating with people who used to ask for less rice. &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 wait for May!! If my plans work out well, i can get to, in ting's words, reunite with my loves, get to meet some *ahem* &lt;em&gt;very important people&lt;/em&gt;, and explore a new area! :D Also, it'll be the time i can finally kick off my shoes and  finally relax away from my worries! No more constantly worrying abt the Big D, or stupid econs project or animal behaviour project or bloody exams... Just sheer utter bliss and contentment! Of course, there is the teeny weeny bit abt being a lightbulb there but im just gonna be obtuse and thick skinned. &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;With May, comes the post-exams BBQ! Unfortunately, due to logistical problems, the location of the BBQ has been shifted to Sherlin's house. My house's patio ain't big enough for 12 people to get nice and comfy...bah. Feel pretty bad that Sherlin has to step in to host the BBQ. So sorry!  I'm still gonna bring my spanking brand new sausage griller though! It's just begging to be used!&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;As i'm not hosting the BBQ, tink the blogging-abt-who-brings-what rights go to Sherlin.. I'll just blog about what i'm bringing. During our study session, we started discussing abt the BBQ and i'm bringing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Longan Jelly for desserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) 2 GOLDEN PILLOWs! ( 1 mutton and 1 chicken!) Are you tempted yet??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) my sausage griller &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 hope to make the chocolate frosties but tt's just KIV. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i have a feeling that our favourite men, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry, are gonna make a special appearance at the BBQ. *hint hint!* &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;em&gt;The question, my friend, is "Are you ready for twister?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1140968992065383560?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1140968992065383560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1140968992065383560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/neelas-back-d-and-she-finally-smsed-us.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6269318285279718286</id><published>2008-04-15T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:12:15.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make yourself pretty on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;26th September - 9.00 a.m mass at St Francis Xavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when Jie Jie and Dan will be getting married! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their wedding blog for any updates on the wedding preparations, the story of how they met and more details on the affair itself! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://likearose.weddingannouncer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://likearose.weddingannouncer.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie jie was already squealing with joy when she saw that she had 27 visitors.. So go ahead and make her float in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6269318285279718286?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6269318285279718286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6269318285279718286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-yourself-pretty-on.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3793428168580712047</id><published>2008-04-11T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:58:07.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh sweet net.. How i have missed you!&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;The last week has been a bit of a torture of me when i had no internet. Amazing how one can think up of many things to do online once there is no net. I wanted to wikipedia all sorts of movies and shows. And of all times, the net had to go off when i had to do the powerpoint slides for my animal behaviour presentation! I literally went raving mad when i discovered that the net died on me just when i had finished the slides and wanted to send it to the other members in my team. It was 4 a.m. and i seriously wanted to throw the computer to the repair shop where the big bad maintenance dudes would open her up and look at her naughty bits! &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;Anyways! Animal Behaviour presentation was..... dare i say it? stupid. &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;For the project, we had to observe any animal for 3 - 5 hours and report on its behaviour. So, we brought Dash (my dog), Febbie (Sherlin's dog) and luemas (my cousin's dog) together to see how they would react to one another. We were mighty pleased with the result. Febbie was predicted to be the alpha male (which took Sherlin by surprise).&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;Dash? fell asleep during the interaction. -_-&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;lol! i do wonder... they say dogs ressemble their owners over time so now i can't help wondering whether i am as boh chap as dash! Everytime Febbie lunged at Dash and tried to bite him, Dash didn't even blink an eye... He was like "eh? No food?" .. But don't mess with Dash when it comes to food! With just a whiff of the beef jerky,  placid dash turned so aggressive!!  &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;Anyways, for the presentation's Q &amp;amp; A session, the 6 teaching assistants starting shooting all sorts of rubbish question tt at one point i didn't wanna answer any of their questions. Sherlin got so mad... I never heard her utter so many f-words before. This is the exchange tt got her hopping mad!&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;strong&gt;Some stupid grad student:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I noticed that the owners were around the dogs to control &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                      their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;behaviour during the fights.&lt;/em&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;strong&gt;Sherlin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yes, we didn't want things to get bloody.&lt;/em&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;strong&gt;some dumb teaching assistant:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;but things are bloody in the wild what&lt;/em&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;*insert a moment of incredulous silence where all 4 of us mentally pictured ourselves beating her with a dog paddle*&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;strong&gt;Asilah:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;but they are... domesticated&lt;/em&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;Like, hello? Who on earth is gonna pay for Dash's vet bill when Febbie makes mincemeat out of him (cause let's face it, Dash ain't gonna win Febbie in a fight!) ? And i will end up with a traumatised dog.. just so tt i could do a school project. And it was clear from the start that we were talking about domesticated dogs! Gosh... some people just take stupidity to a whole new level. &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;Recently, Guo An asked us whether any of us would be leaving the industry once we graduated. When i said that i would be leaving it, he gave me a short interview to do. Since Alvinna posted her replies up, i guess i'll just post some of mine here.&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;Question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Understanding the course, to a large extent, cater to the manpower needs in construction industry/ sector (though not limited to it), so during your course of study, have the thought of quitting this industry (i.e working something unrelated to course of study) came across your mind? (If so, when was that?)Tell me the reasons behind… thanks &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%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes. Every single day of the couse. LOL! Just kidding. Since I didn’t really have the intention to join the industry, i looked upon the school course as a way to enrich my way of thinking, learn more about the world (thru electives), broaden my horizons etc. To me, university, always and has been, a way where I could expand my learning horizons. So, during the uni course, I didn’t really specifically think about whether I should really quit the industry. It was more of fleeting thoughts like “I have to do this for life?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could also say that, deep down, I knew I was not suited for the industry when I found that I was more interested in and doing better in electives or courses which had nothing to do with the construction industry (for eg. Human resource, geography)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did internship further confirm your intention? if so, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes. I joined the internship program with the intention of checking out whether I could work in the construction industry. Alas! It just confirmed that my personality just clashes with what the industry requires. I was horrified when I saw and heard how they can loudly berate the sub contractors (I worked in a Main contractor’s office) for hours. Every time they scolded one, I would be demoralized for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw the QS department and was very disheartened. Some of them had worked for years, doing the same thing over and over again, and yet, not having the faintest idea about the whole picture ( as in they concentrated only on the one element they were doing). Very few advanced to the next level, reinforcing my belief that there may be few career opportunities for a women in the construction industry.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gender Bias&lt;br /&gt;The course does reinforce that the construction industry should look at the overseas market. However, not many of these countries are as receptive to female construction players (Case in example: Saudi Arabia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, few women become project managers. Most are often in the QS section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure about my skills&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps due to my intention of leaving the industry, I never was able to do well in construction-related courses. I am not sure whether I can contribute much to a company who expects a NUS grad with a certain degree of knowledge. I have heard from friends who have started working that joining as a full-time staff is different from being an intern. The company expects more. Hence, i hesitate to join a company in which I might let it down by not fulfilling their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profile of Construction Industry’s workers&lt;br /&gt;It is my personal belief that the people who cannot succeed elsewhere due to their low EQ can excel well in the construction industry. This seems to be the only industry in which one can encounter many people who do not censor their thoughts before blurting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others may argue that one will inevitably encounter many of such people in real life, I did an internship in an unrelated sector (banking) before we entered our internship program and it was a pretty good experience. I did encounter some unpleasant people there but it was not as bad as the extent and the quantity I encountered in the construction industry. Needless to say, it was a rude shock to hear and witness many people being downright insensitive and rude in the construction industry.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality differences&lt;br /&gt;You may be hearing the phrase “Personality clashes with the industry” quite often. Perhaps I can better explain what I mean by that. As explained, the industry does require one to be thick skinned in order to withstand the insensitivity, the scoldings and the environment. It took me a day to get over some scoldings (and they weren’t even directed at me!) and my productivity level just dropped every time that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I do want a challenging job in which I look forward to going to everyday. I do not mind staying back for overtime as long as there is something new to do. Something new also means being able to increase my learning curve. Being stuck in one project means measuring the same thing over and over again. Everyday, one is faced with diagrams and numbers. (Like I said, very few advance to dealing with the law aspect). There is also the danger of falling into the trap where I’m too focused on my job to understand the big picture and learn more.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one should be able to communicate with people from all walks of life. Communication can be improved if one can speak dialect ( as some sub contractors can speak more fluently in dialect). I cannot speak dialect and may not be able to find common ground with them, which leads to inability to build up a rapport and might even lead to strained relationships with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I feel that while the construction industry is an enriching one, one needs to have the necessary character qualities before one can excel in it. If one does excel (which I’m very sure my friends, especially Guo An will), the rewards will be tremendous. Alas! I am not suited for it and would have to trot elsewhere to find another industry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh. I do feel sad that after 4 years, i'm still not suitable for the construction industry. Going to find a job in another industry is going to be really difficult and i have to start from scratch. But the upside is wondering what i'll become... just like being a kid all over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; When i was young, i wanted to be &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) a vet          (shot to death when i realised i had to put my hand up their butts) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) reporter   ( shot to death because i need to go to a poly course for it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c) in  drama  ( shot to death because singapore's drama scene is meh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d) an air stewardess.. which girl hasn't dreamt of this (shot to death because well.. you 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;Sigh. I do hate growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3793428168580712047?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3793428168580712047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3793428168580712047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-sweet-net.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-637681801580818386</id><published>2008-03-29T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:49:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While anxiously waiting for my beloved shows to reappear, i've discovered a new show: The Tudors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's because he's such a good actor but oh jeez,i wanted to smack Jonathan Rhys Meyers within 3 episodes! He's the epitome of what would happen once a spoilt child realises he cant always get what he wants. The girl is pretty qian bian too... good thing she's gonna get beheaded soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their opening credits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntQOSkd3j_I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntQOSkd3j_I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-637681801580818386?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/637681801580818386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/637681801580818386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/while-anxiously-waiting-for-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2444065002997325305</id><published>2008-03-29T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:47:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You sang me spanish lullabies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; clever trick &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'd never want to see you unhappy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me &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;Goodbye my almost lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye my hopeless dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm trying not to think about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't you just let me be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So long my luckless romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My back is turned on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should have known you'd bring me heartache, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;almost lovers always do &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;We walked along a crowded street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You took my hand and danced with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And when you left you kissed my lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you told me you would never ever forget these images, no &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 cannot go to the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So you're gone and i'm haunted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'll bet you are just fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i make it that easy to walk right in and out of 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;Goodbye my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt; I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should have known you'd bring me heartache,&lt;br /&gt;almost lovers always do &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;- Almost Lover by Fine Frenzy-&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;To my dearest friend,  Que sera sera! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2444065002997325305?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2444065002997325305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2444065002997325305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-fingertips-across-my-skin-palm.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1000686247585778244</id><published>2008-03-26T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:07:50.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i give up trying to put a youtube video here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been youtubing recently and discovered this snarky show called "The Soup". check some of their videos out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for grey's anatomy fans turned haters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9ZEzGG8ySk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9ZEzGG8ySk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for american idol fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xv_TQhe-cKU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xv_TQhe-cKU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Harry Potter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dMkLR4q9jU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dMkLR4q9jU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those sick of boring, act chim oscar movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXd88rIPeLg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXd88rIPeLg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just for laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt Dr Phil:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc_1Ob07Wow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc_1Ob07Wow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoofing American express: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-GnfEiTe4E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-GnfEiTe4E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Laughin: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p83OplPT2lE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p83OplPT2lE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh i love the soup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1000686247585778244?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1000686247585778244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1000686247585778244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-give-up-trying-to-put-youtube-video.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5260457684554841666</id><published>2008-03-24T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:55.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended my cousin's wedding ceremony today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride was really really beautiful and you could see how lovin the groom was to the bride. Was a nice indication of how jie jie's wedding would be like. I must admit though, when the rites were performed, i tried imagining jie jie doing it next year, and i got a little teary around the eyes!! I do hope that, come that day, i wouldnt be busy using her train to blow my nose or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the couple and their fathers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-fQvuZGwrI/AAAAAAAABIs/aGO7JtzHelk/s1600-h/P1020872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181339414638805682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-fQvuZGwrI/AAAAAAAABIs/aGO7JtzHelk/s400/P1020872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride and her father (my uncle):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-fO_eZGwqI/AAAAAAAABIk/eAFXaDcOpGs/s1600-h/P1020818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181337486198489762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-fO_eZGwqI/AAAAAAAABIk/eAFXaDcOpGs/s400/P1020818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, i went to see the teacher today and she refused to budge an inch. On the way there, i got all hyped up.. Like a knight on the way to slay the dragon, i prepared a petition with all my group members signing it, all the emails i had sent out during the prep work, and re read thru the presentation stuff... only to get rejected. To know that any contribution i did will not be acknowledged. What can i say? Sometimes, the dragon just wins. i was very disappointed but even my  tears couldnt budge her. And she still could ask me what i was so upset about. ^%$@! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the thing about me is that i do not cry prettily. It's full fledged honkin my red nose with blotchy patches al lover my face. egad. Thankfully, Asilah and Hidayah were there to console me and accompany till my dad's car came (i called as i did not wan to be in public transport with my face looking like that!). I remember that when i came out of the teacher's office, through my tears, i was wondering "why on earth are Asilah and Hidayah standing against the wall like that???" lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, im really grateful tt Vinna, Claryce and Sherlin have kindly allowed me to join their group. If not, i have to work with.... D boy. gah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie Jie advises me to go and talk to the HOD abotu this matter as Dan is sure that ther is no such system tt states tt a student's marks are wiped out the minute she is absent. The most is tt they penalise me for being absent. But le sigh, i still don't know whehter i can hype myself up fo another meeting with a teacher only to risk getting rejected again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so frustrating. But frustration is nothing to waht the teacher is gona feel when she sees my feedback. I kinda poured all my feelings into my Word document so tt come feedback, the exact feelings of hurt, disappointment, anger and frustration are loud and clear in my feedback!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5260457684554841666?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5260457684554841666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5260457684554841666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/attended-my-cousins-wedding-ceremony.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-fQvuZGwrI/AAAAAAAABIs/aGO7JtzHelk/s72-c/P1020872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6299286175240677823</id><published>2008-03-23T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:28:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Holy Easter yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Try as might, i cant seem to muster up any excitement about this easter. Maybe cause im really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; not looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those not in the know, while i was away, i missed this presentation (which, for goodness sake, not everyone was supposed to present). And, the teacher refuses to give me any marks for that group presentation even though i really did try my best to contribute to it before i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of it makes me wan to burst into tears. The project is worth 20%. And now, looking through the presentation again, i just feel so .... slighted. And the thing is.. the excuse she gives for not giving me the marks is cause she doesnt know "the extent of your contribution". Does that mean that someone who is present is deemed to have contributed fairly? Doesn't it make more sense that someone who was not present would have done more in order to make up for her absence? I jsut feel that, if she really wanted to be fair, then all she can do is ask me to give hard evidence of what i have done for the group project. Maybe, even give a penalty for me missing the presentation. but to just sweep away what i have done is just....... i dunnoe.. just feel super upset and demoralised by this whole incident and its not even done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this whole mess didnt have to happen. I dun understand why the Head of Department was okay with my absence but she cant.... i have do another question. Now, under normal circumstances, i would just suck it up and deal with it. But the exams are 4 weeks away. Plus i have one project and 2 tests to do. I don't think i can do a good job of this extra load of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrghh. im just really not looking forward to tml. I've never been good with teachers. seriously, i can, off the bat, name at least 3 teachers who were very mean to me and picked on me relentlessly all the time in sec school. What is it about me that screams out "if you are a teacher, please pick on me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geezzz. i have a feeling that whatever i say to her, it's not gonna work. What a mess i cant get out of. ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. no amount of words can describe the amount of despair, frustration, demoralisation i feel now. It's like wrapping up all the horrible emotions and then swallowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the worse part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to attend a wedding tomorrow morning. Which means i cant cry my heart out now , or i'll look like shit in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck it. i already feel shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6299286175240677823?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6299286175240677823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6299286175240677823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-holy-easter-yo-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4988800801639071655</id><published>2008-03-22T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:41:51.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been doing research for the bintan trip and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there's Karaoke in Bintan!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4988800801639071655?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4988800801639071655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4988800801639071655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-doing-research-for-bintan-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5290254762850587353</id><published>2008-03-21T22:13:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:59.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lourdes, France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Seeing how it's Good Friday today, thought it might be fitting to show a few pictures from Lourdes. The church itself is beautiful. It reminded us of a Holy Disneyland and the backdrop is just stunning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here are a few pics as an introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PDo-ZGwQI/AAAAAAAABFU/UVmZpEzQI9E/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180199105116684546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PDo-ZGwQI/AAAAAAAABFU/UVmZpEzQI9E/s400/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look closely at the above picture, you can see several statues. These are of different saints. Managed to get several shots of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180200440851513650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PE2uZGwTI/AAAAAAAABFs/27Fov1Es7b8/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180202231852876114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PGe-ZGwVI/AAAAAAAABF8/MJD5zwvn-bI/s400/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180201063621771586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PFa-ZGwUI/AAAAAAAABF0/H5ZJI-Zpack/s400/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourdes is considered a holy place as it was at that very spot Mother Mary appeared to Saint Bernadette. An eternal spring sprung up at that very grotto and has been credited for several miraculous recovery. Here's a pic of the grotto. The statue marks the spot where Mother Mary appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180199440124133650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PD8eZGwRI/AAAAAAAABFc/rmCKNMz6iAs/s400/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful church was built because during one of the apparitations, Mother Mary told Saint Bernadette to build a church at that spot. And they did that. I don't know about you but i was really awed by how the rock foundation could support the weight of the church. I mean, in building, we often learn about the importance of a strong foundation so it's kinda awe inspiring when you see a building which defies what you have been taught. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church built over grotto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180199835261124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PETeZGwSI/AAAAAAAABFk/iVv0R8xzWLI/s400/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the church grounds are the most exquisite Stations of the cross i have ever seen. Stations of the Cross detail the journey Jesus took to his crucifixion. Seeing how it is Good Friday, thought it would be a good time to put up the pictures i took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Station of the Cross: Jesus is condemned to Death&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180202588335161698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PGzuZGwWI/AAAAAAAABGE/BBgMEkp9C2U/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second Station of the Cross: Jesus Accepts his Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180202957702349170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PHJOZGwXI/AAAAAAAABGM/XiQgfsF-50I/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third Station of the Cross: Jesus falls the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180203344249405826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PHfuZGwYI/AAAAAAAABGU/SegjtwAc7zM/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourth Station of the Cross : Jesus meets his Mother Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180203872530383250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PH-eZGwZI/AAAAAAAABGc/B3n0emOGZUc/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fifth Station of the Cross: Simon of Cyrene is forced to help Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180204941977239986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PI8uZGwbI/AAAAAAAABGs/JwD-Z9quyAU/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sixth Station of the Cross: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saint Veronica stepped forward to wipe away the blood and sweat from Jesus face. As a result, the towel she used has the image of Jesus permanently imprinted into it (hence the 2nd picture). If i am not wrong, the towel is hung above the resting place of Saint Veronica now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180205259804819906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PJPOZGwcI/AAAAAAAABG0/L4KbyjDueXA/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180205504617955794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PJdeZGwdI/AAAAAAAABG8/ZQZ5uEdsxDY/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seventh Station of the Cross: Jesus falls the Second Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180206148863050210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PKC-ZGweI/AAAAAAAABHE/A7BBqh36uOk/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eighth Station of the Cross: Jesus meets the Woman of Jerusalem&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180207106640757234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PK6uZGwfI/AAAAAAAABHM/AYLE45ZB9y8/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180207321389122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PLHOZGwgI/AAAAAAAABHU/Y1i_Syzs9dA/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninth Station of the Cross: Jesus falls the Third Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180207725116047890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PLeuZGwhI/AAAAAAAABHc/_H01_j_e26Y/s400/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenth Station of the Cross: Jesus is Stripped of His Garments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180208360771207714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PMDuZGwiI/AAAAAAAABHk/IAgIwaW0xEA/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eleventh Station of the Cross: Jesus is nailed to the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180208687188722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PMWuZGwjI/AAAAAAAABHs/jQSBV-v5hCo/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180209202584797762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PM0uZGwkI/AAAAAAAABH0/Nzx1t4ju6VQ/s400/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twelfth Station  of the Cross: Jesus Dies on the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180209649261396562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PNOuZGwlI/AAAAAAAABH8/wEDTDuHevxE/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially loved how they made use of trees to create a natural spotlight on Jesus's cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirteenth Station of the Cross: Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180209919844336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PNeeZGwmI/AAAAAAAABIE/60JYjbcJpdg/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180210293506490994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PN0OZGwnI/AAAAAAAABIM/Fob3BGAx8x8/s400/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourteenth Station of the Cross: Jesus is Placed in the Tomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180210731593155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PONuZGwoI/AAAAAAAABIU/VlrzYIjsbbg/s400/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180210903391847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-POXuZGwpI/AAAAAAAABIc/IwdjZbK3kjU/s400/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are beautiful aren't they? The expressions just blew me away. For example, several statues had teardrops at the corners of their eyes. In the sun light, this made the teardrops glisten and help bring a lifelike feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lourdes truly is a beautiful place. No other words come to mind when i remember it (which explains the repetitions!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5290254762850587353?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5290254762850587353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5290254762850587353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/lourdes-france-seeing-how-its-good.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R-PDo-ZGwQI/AAAAAAAABFU/UVmZpEzQI9E/s72-c/DSC01396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-951601080116054747</id><published>2008-03-15T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:21:59.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Huili!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177945646895179106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R9vCIcV3pWI/AAAAAAAABFE/UJGATSI-cac/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of you in san francisco!! was supposed to write this on ur birthday but we lost our internet connection shortly after i told you to check back at my blog later. im so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. better late than never right?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the girl who ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs every time we relate the story about how scared i was of her/ jing xian/ jiahui during the first 2 uni years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been my fellow car fate rider! rides would &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; not have been fun without her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is so easy to talk to that the mrt rides back to serangoon just fly by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to for girly make up tips talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks damn good with short and long hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can talk to endlessly abt the shallow pool of guys in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fellow chomp chomp mate (and soon-to-be market/timbre mate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is gonna take a grad trip with us riiiighhtt?&lt;/span&gt;? (*ahem* july)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm still on mission grad trip! though the plane ride back was.... let's not go into that now. mission grad trip! yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoos! i hope you had a fabby lunch with ur friends on ur bday.. but pleeeassee... u know our celebration for you will be way awesome too right?? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has to be... to be worthy of our dearest ah li!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-951601080116054747?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/951601080116054747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/951601080116054747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-huili-i-was-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R9vCIcV3pWI/AAAAAAAABFE/UJGATSI-cac/s72-c/DSC01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5618911024797517593</id><published>2008-03-06T00:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Claryce's 18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When my sister viewed my photos, she asked me "How did you come to know this friend?" She was confused that Claryce was attending the same classes as me and yet, was still 18. lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So! We were planning to surprise Claryce during the Chinese New Year Visiting. Plans were gleefully made. I had told her that we would celebrate it on the 19th (tues) but we decided to throw a surprise party for her on the 17th (sun), the day we had put aside for CNY visiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Asilah, Alvinna and Sherlin had only the 16th to shop for her present (as our dissertations were keeping us holed in till the 15th. Jiahui had offered her house to be the surprise party venue and we were planning to visit it as the last house and from there surprise her! Jiahui, Jing Xian, Sherlin and i were planning to decorate the house so had to dig out party decorations from my storeroom and man! i was having fond memories of all the party decorations. When was the last time we wore party hats?? :D we deffo shud have a birthday party complete with decorations one day! &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;Anyhoos, ard midnight, claryce smsed to say tt she couldnt make it for CNY visiting. Booooo! Major Bummer! everyone was like whaaat?? lol! After many delays (ranging from being rejected for a sofa and fridge to dissertation delays), we finally celebrated Claryce's birthday!!&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;Here's the birthday girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87OioLDwWI/AAAAAAAABD8/0PQbmeFhLoM/s1600-h/n675055539_986463_9203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174300116189954402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87OioLDwWI/AAAAAAAABD8/0PQbmeFhLoM/s320/n675055539_986463_9203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forever 18 (Credits go to Asilah for sourcing these lovely candles!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174300275103744370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87Or4LDwXI/AAAAAAAABEE/HKJd_aDLjs8/s320/n675055539_986465_97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claryce turns 18!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174300395362828674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87Oy4LDwYI/AAAAAAAABEM/s4Nx3KEY-7U/s320/n675055539_986469_1673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ice cream cake from Swensen's! Can you guess who's who here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174300507031978386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87O5YLDwZI/AAAAAAAABEU/oaOWqPna9MU/s320/n675055539_986472_3204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, we are good old fashioned folks who do not need alcohol to get high. Many occasions have proven that mere sugar allows us to soar sky high. So, finishing the entire cake.... could be the reason for our resulting escapades in arab street later on in the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174300627291062690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87PAYLDwaI/AAAAAAAABEc/XMsUrQfwwhA/s320/n675055539_986477_5269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We shopped at Arab and Hajib Street. At one point, Claryce and Sherlin were walkin ahead of us. Hidayah was wondering whether she wanted to enter a shop and sheer spontaneity (starting with Asilah's mischievous face) made us push a protesting and blur hidayah ("never mind la! Don't need to go in ....whhhaatt??" "go in go in GO!!") into the shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And once Hidayah got the idea, she &lt;em&gt;locked&lt;/em&gt; the door behind us! So there we were, 3 giggling girls in a shop. The dude behind the counter didnt even care about us.. He just continued flipping his magazines while we laughed and screamt while peering thru the store windows to see Sherlin's and Claryce's reaction! In the end, our laughter gave us away. Rah. Nothing gets past Claryce's FBI eyes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love this random shot. Sherlin gave us 5 seconds to pose and here's the result. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87OZ4LDwVI/AAAAAAAABD0/QhZDLyEjHcE/s1600-h/n675055539_986484_8457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174299965866099026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87OZ4LDwVI/AAAAAAAABD0/QhZDLyEjHcE/s320/n675055539_986484_8457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jiahui joined us later on (because she had just finished her dissertation WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While waiting, Hidayah takes some time to freshen up with the help of a bike parked nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174301258651255266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87PlILDweI/AAAAAAAABE8/ccgA0qgv2PI/s320/n675055539_986490_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways.. it is worth noting that as of date.. everyone has FINISHED DISSERTATION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5618911024797517593?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5618911024797517593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5618911024797517593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/claryces-18th-birthday-when-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R87OioLDwWI/AAAAAAAABD8/0PQbmeFhLoM/s72-c/n675055539_986463_9203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-2189058207996115276</id><published>2008-03-03T23:07:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:02.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The interior of Sagrada Familia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8waWkPMARI/AAAAAAAABCU/KwZtDCZwVdI/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539046928679186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8waWkPMARI/AAAAAAAABCU/KwZtDCZwVdI/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Windows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173540648951480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wbz0PMASI/AAAAAAAABCc/c4Fn90X9Hb8/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173540816455205170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wb9kPMATI/AAAAAAAABCk/bJjGukLWN0Q/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Information provided about the church:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were blocks of the materials they used for us to touch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542839384801698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wdzUPMAaI/AAAAAAAABDc/1Jm7W2_N--8/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which made Daddy very excited to start preaching about his geography knowledge while Audrey pretends to look all intellectual with her new red glasses (which we picked out for her!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173541804297683298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wc3EPMAWI/AAAAAAAABC8/Dp2J8wrMTsE/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Info regarding how nature influenced the design of the church's elements:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543573824209346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8weeEPMAcI/AAAAAAAABDs/e1MXP0VXXbA/s320/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaster model of the church's interior:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wXO0PMAPI/AAAAAAAABCE/dK-_wWgpJuA/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173535615249809650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wXO0PMAPI/AAAAAAAABCE/dK-_wWgpJuA/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542461427679634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wddUPMAZI/AAAAAAAABDU/v8v_RLYlvhQ/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we saw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173537981776789762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wZYkPMAQI/AAAAAAAABCM/sANdqkrX01o/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173541447815397714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wciUPMAVI/AAAAAAAABC0/nKIyRyztfD8/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542250974282114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wdREPMAYI/AAAAAAAABDM/QYZbNuwRIfM/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173542061995721074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wdGEPMAXI/AAAAAAAABDE/_x1Rp8tmebk/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173541147167686978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8wcQ0PMAUI/AAAAAAAABCs/gbivioUIrt8/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this statue represents where the altar will be in future:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173543204457021874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8weIkPMAbI/AAAAAAAABDk/Z2Bd8h-SBjM/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sorry for such a rushed post. supposed to be doing resarch for IP and econs.. plus i wanna find the book we bought so tt i can tell you what the different elements mean. there wasnt much in the interior but wait till my next post!! :D the details at the back are amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-2189058207996115276?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2189058207996115276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/2189058207996115276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/03/interior-of-sagrada-familia-side-door.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8waWkPMARI/AAAAAAAABCU/KwZtDCZwVdI/s72-c/DSC00921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-141231819087351673</id><published>2008-02-25T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:49:34.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hereby declare this thursday to be &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%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Adeline Day!&lt;/strong&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;Go forth and spread the news! :D :D :D&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;pssst: and because adel would not be happy without ting.. it will be&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 style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Adel &amp;amp; Ting day! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;em&gt;can't hardly wait! &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/6402149-141231819087351673?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/141231819087351673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/141231819087351673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hereby-declare-this-thursday-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-821972568468799070</id><published>2008-02-25T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:03.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days, i've been re establishing an important relationship and im happy to report that i was fairly successful. Me and my tv? We're pretty tight now. Countless viewings of the k drama "my girl", sex and the city ( i need to be prepared for the movie!) etc have gone a long way in addressing that issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Asilah, i finally completed the viewing of "Amelie" and i loved it! It's quirky in a nice sweet way. I liked how everything could be random and yet play a part in the story later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the last few days? Is being able to hang out with ting! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid D left me with only 1 week plus to plan outings with her. Bah. But still, we make the best of it! :) Had a lovely stress-free shopping trip and a DVD marathon complete with junk food and our 2 favourite guys, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she pointedly reminded me that i have yet to upload the rest of my europe trip photos! eeeeks! i was hoping no one wud notice that i got a wee bit lax abt tt matter! heh.  but for my lovely ting who helped me so much in my dissertation.. (she helped me take photos in HK, Japan and Australia.. plus tried finding articles for me despite her slow internet.. if that doesnt show love, i don't know what else does!) , im gonna post them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus! It is my new year's resolution to post them asap! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some refreshers and previews of the posts coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8GmRbzIH-I/AAAAAAAABBs/x86cGp7WCY8/s1600-h/DSC01234+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170596665648226274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8GmRbzIH-I/AAAAAAAABBs/x86cGp7WCY8/s320/DSC01234+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to the back next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8GlS7zIH8I/AAAAAAAABBc/ktPqhBQ8Nmg/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170595591906402242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8GlS7zIH8I/AAAAAAAABBc/ktPqhBQ8Nmg/s320/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8Gk_bzIH7I/AAAAAAAABBU/1EkKR9vYOto/s1600-h/DSC01124+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then BRACE yourselves! Cause we're taking a road trip ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170597056490250226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8GmoLzIH_I/AAAAAAAABB0/lm8A96eY3wM/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to where Heaven touched Earth: Lourdes! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170597189634236418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8Gmv7zIIAI/AAAAAAAABB8/Rm0yzQ76eWk/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-821972568468799070?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/821972568468799070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/821972568468799070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R8GmRbzIH-I/AAAAAAAABBs/x86cGp7WCY8/s72-c/DSC01234+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5738135469098777884</id><published>2008-02-20T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:03.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, i did some photoshopping today. :D&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;These pics will be sent to John as well. So, if you do not like them, speak now or forever hold your peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R7sIQ7zIH4I/AAAAAAAABA8/p9UOkg14TXc/s1600-h/chinatown+excursion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168734084360839042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R7sIQ7zIH4I/AAAAAAAABA8/p9UOkg14TXc/s320/chinatown+excursion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168734419368288146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R7sIkbzIH5I/AAAAAAAABBE/SGguCtvTbRs/s320/staircase+exit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168734651296522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R7sIx7zIH6I/AAAAAAAABBM/_NZmtzVLf5I/s320/human+evolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5738135469098777884?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5738135469098777884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5738135469098777884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-did-some-photoshopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R7sIQ7zIH4I/AAAAAAAABA8/p9UOkg14TXc/s72-c/chinatown+excursion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1619093584143484516</id><published>2008-02-18T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T03:45:08.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, im still trying to get down from the sugar rush i got from greedily popping many delicious pineapple tarts into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed till we cried, drooled over hot ninja guys who turned out to be gays, got many generous red packets, got frightened and awed by a huge dog who would deffo castrate Dash should they ever meet, helped xian's family polish off half a jar of her small spring rolls... It was, in one word, fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* this post is for 2 birthday girls.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Yuanjing! Many happy returns! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;im so glad you had the sweetest birthday ever! But wait till u see my awesome present! (it'll deffo be awesome. i know it will be ! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Claryce! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks for all the laughter you have brought into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for all the late MSN conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for encouraging me when i wanted to give up on dissertation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for the V day sms! It was my first pic sms not sent from M1! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for always bringing the fun to any outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for being my fellow braces sufferer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for being patient when we start teasing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for all the earrings you have made for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for telling us where to get great bargains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for providing a white umbrella (which wud give anyone a glow) on the way back from the prata store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for all your tupperware advertisements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for all the facebook pokes and drinks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for saving our dissertations with your helpful information/ photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;for being such a wonderful friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you for being you. We love you loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is all we'll ever need. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-1619093584143484516?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1619093584143484516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1619093584143484516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-im-still-trying-to-get-down-from.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-1652222579968633920</id><published>2008-02-16T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T03:18:24.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the writers' strike is finally over!!!!&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/6402149-1652222579968633920?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1652222579968633920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/1652222579968633920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/writers-strike-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4496521768463604270</id><published>2008-02-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:39:13.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, these things are addictive when your only other option is to face a blank Word document.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.&lt;br /&gt;But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4496521768463604270?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4496521768463604270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4496521768463604270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-these-things-are-addictive-when.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5239991164744469402</id><published>2008-02-11T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T02:22:18.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Vinna's friend, we have been lapsing into substandard English. We discussed the most common English errors we hear and i loved Sherlin's example of "i very boring". Other examples are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got saw you the other day &lt;-- winner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cher.... you leally don't know meh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oreadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oorlenge (orange)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I hope that such conversations do not affect our big D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Hallmark's beloved occasion, V day has descended upon us again. I can foresee myself furiously typing away on my laptop come v day so im just gonna post this V day post a leeetle earlier. A few years back, i posted some lovely stories about couples. This year, i shall just post one. One that is being passed around via sms. One that reflects the present times we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ready for the greatest love story of this decade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes! (typed out word for word. english errors are not the fault of this blogger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sparrow was in love wif a White rose. One day he proposed to her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She told him dat if she turn red she'll love him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Sparrow tear his body n slowly spread his blood on her n she turn red n fell in love wif him but he's dead. Thts love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! That's just so wrong on so many levels! HAHAHAHA! To say i collapsed laughing upon hearing this is an understatement. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5239991164744469402?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5239991164744469402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5239991164744469402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-to-vinnas-friend-we-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-9158168813294282469</id><published>2008-02-10T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T04:17:31.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;wow. Amazing what one does in order to procrastinate longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For adel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Devilry&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Vitality&lt;br /&gt;1 part Uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Sweetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off with a little umbrella and straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Middle Finger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit fragile and dependent on your friends, you're not nearly as hostile as you seem.&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, easy to get along with, and quite serious.&lt;br /&gt;However, you can get angry and fed up with those around you. And you aren't afraid to show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Index Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Green Crayon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/green.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored in harmonious, peaceful, natural colors.&lt;br /&gt;While some may associate green with money, you are one of the least materialistic people around.&lt;br /&gt;Comfort is important to you. You like to feel as relaxed as possible - and you try to make others feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;You're very happy with who you are, and it certainly shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is red. Every time you feel grounded, a red person does their best to shake you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&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/6402149-9158168813294282469?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/9158168813294282469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/9158168813294282469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3747554166661583219</id><published>2008-02-08T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:39:12.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh empress. let me count the ways i detest thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Empress,&lt;br /&gt;                         i would like to express my sincere thanks. Thanks for ruining every chinese new year. Ever since you came to this household, the heartache and tears have been never ending. If not for you, i would not have known how the ungrateful and cunning behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow! May i just show my amazement how you can continually wreck your own family? Gossiping about your own grand daughters to other grand daughters! I never knew anyone who would stoop that low but i guess i know one now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there is ur unwavering determination to cause this household pain as well! Not content to just wreck our lives through your malicious lies, you continually think up of devious ways to split this family apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks! Thanks for not telling us that your favourite grand daughters wer coming ard dinner time! Thanks for not telling us that there would be 7 families coming and expecting dinner! It served as an unpleasant shock to us all and i hope you did not mind all the stony evil glares i have been shooting at you and your guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for ruining my plans, for dumping your guests on us all when you knew i had work to do. Even now as i shut myself up in the room to try to do work, i can hear the delightful sound of your stupid nasty squeaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks empress! You are the ultimate! Only you would be able to make a whole family's blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You miserable fuckwit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what have you done to cny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3747554166661583219?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3747554166661583219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3747554166661583219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-empress.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8046415326749531912</id><published>2008-02-05T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T04:31:19.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a dizzying whirl of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news comes on the heels of good news. In the midst of troubled times, snatching moments of laughter or enjoyment feels so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it feels like this month has been the worst of months. As if everything, bad or good, was bundled up into a huge ball and then WHAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. fast forward to play, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the shit hit the fan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-8046415326749531912?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8046415326749531912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8046415326749531912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-5367349441452556635</id><published>2008-02-03T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:03.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wedding in the Tay house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Congratulations to Karen &amp;amp; Dan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6VsXMt_fnI/AAAAAAAABA0/p3KzTZ35cu8/s1600-h/Merchant+court+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162651693657063026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6VsXMt_fnI/AAAAAAAABA0/p3KzTZ35cu8/s320/Merchant+court+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; He proposed and she said "Yes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my dear friends, you are cordially invited to the church wedding in 2010! Start shopping now! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Audrey can be head flower girl! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm maid of honour yo&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-5367349441452556635?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5367349441452556635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/5367349441452556635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-in-tay-house-congratulations-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6VsXMt_fnI/AAAAAAAABA0/p3KzTZ35cu8/s72-c/Merchant+court+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-6956089821507624470</id><published>2008-02-02T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:05.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have the D blues right now. So here's a little something for you to hang on to! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognise him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N_jst_flI/AAAAAAAABAk/PKvnvkUy4h4/s1600-h/hyunbin2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162109849172934226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N_jst_flI/AAAAAAAABAk/PKvnvkUy4h4/s320/hyunbin2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N_Jct_fkI/AAAAAAAABAc/RwPXNNfx79A/s1600-h/hyun+bin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162109398201368130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N_Jct_fkI/AAAAAAAABAc/RwPXNNfx79A/s320/hyun+bin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a reminder of the days gone by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162110879965085282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6OAfst_fmI/AAAAAAAABAs/ckxHihKwo3M/s320/samsoon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *ahem*, this one is for me. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N-sMt_fjI/AAAAAAAABAU/TLtN2HaTkis/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162108895690194482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N-sMt_fjI/AAAAAAAABAU/TLtN2HaTkis/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N8_ct_fiI/AAAAAAAABAM/DB_s-eqZx7c/s1600-h/leedongwook!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162107027379420706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N8_ct_fiI/AAAAAAAABAM/DB_s-eqZx7c/s320/leedongwook!!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww... come on. I know he's not tanned! but still...heeheehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my dear friends, always remember... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fighting!&lt;/span&gt; Let's kick some ass out of this D kies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-6956089821507624470?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6956089821507624470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/6956089821507624470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6N_jst_flI/AAAAAAAABAk/PKvnvkUy4h4/s72-c/hyunbin2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4590035256128345303</id><published>2008-02-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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:180%;"&gt;Spread the hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162051351718362642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6NKWst_fhI/AAAAAAAABAE/Dn0Gn7y2vHM/s320/no%252Bdissertation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture credits to Claryce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-4590035256128345303?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4590035256128345303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/4590035256128345303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/02/spread-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R6NKWst_fhI/AAAAAAAABAE/Dn0Gn7y2vHM/s72-c/no%252Bdissertation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7469458879830333930</id><published>2008-01-26T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:20.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey old friend, let's look back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Met up with the 6 flags astroworld pple on fri. It's been so long since i've last seen them..almost 3 years since i have met up with some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a bit weird at first because i was the only student there (im the youngest of them all) and they were speaking in grown up language (business stuff) and i was freaking out over how i wud be joining them soon. Anyhoos.. we soon started lookin back at the past and really, what better way to relax than to rehash old happy memories? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oqIMt_d8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/EzCi-u0uNAk/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159482643447773122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oqIMt_d8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/EzCi-u0uNAk/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159482853901170642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oqUct_d9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/KOIw-Rc8bk0/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the couple who met during our trip. Altogether now.. AAWWWWW. Their chemistry was pretty instantaneous. By the end of our trip, we were already wondering whether they were together (for the record, they got together only months after our trip ended.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yujen &amp;amp; Shiang lin sitting in a tree.. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159484168161163234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5org8t_d-I/AAAAAAAAAz8/On46bgJaMJc/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yujen actually brought along his laptop to show us the movie he made of a whole set of our pics. It lasted 30 mins la! hahaha.. but i really appreciated his effort. The memories were a little hazy because i was trying to push all memories of deranged rabbit out of my mind and this slideshow brought back many fond memories! Yes, it was hard to sit through photos showing deranged rabbit and me with arms slung over each other, smiling widely at the camera... but that didnt hurt as much as i thought it would. Maybe cause i had my "kaki" next to me the whole time! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, i have no idea why Jinyu was beside the laptop when i took this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159484589067958258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5or5ct_d_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Qxe9Y2he6Tk/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for the record... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This was us (Yujen, Cheeyen/kaki, me) then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oi-8t_d1I/AAAAAAAAAy0/q6R-w_9RUOE/s1600-h/IMGP0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159474787952588626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oi-8t_d1I/AAAAAAAAAy0/q6R-w_9RUOE/s320/IMGP0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ohcst_dxI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mewGuHtQG-s/s1600-h/DSCN0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159473100030441234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ohcst_dxI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mewGuHtQG-s/s320/DSCN0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ogpMt_dwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/D6Q1Yff_PZ0/s1600-h/DSCI0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472215267178242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ogpMt_dwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/D6Q1Yff_PZ0/s320/DSCI0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159473340548609826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ohqst_dyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/GWq95yiv3bU/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159822830627421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tfhst_fSI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5SvY6en75XA/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I joined this program (to work for 6 flags) by my lonesome self and i was really frightened at the prospect of not knowing anyone in the same program as me. Hence, from the mass emails the company sent, i copied their email adds and emailed them a hello note. Thank goodness several of them replied. 2 of them were Yujen and Cheeyen. I'll forever be grateful to them for befriending me despite not knowing who i was! We had to sit together for 33 hours to get to houston, so in that time, we got to know each other more! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im not sure when the nickname started.. but Cheeyen and i soon started calling each other "kaki" and it has stuck till today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kaki and me... then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159473924664162098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oiMst_dzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/OSgmSRAhL6U/s320/DSCN0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159474302621284162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oiist_d0I/AAAAAAAAAys/GbRPB9Na2IA/s320/DSCN0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kaki and me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159838975409487346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tuNct_ffI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rGzvGzJty1Q/s320/IMG_5238.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159476767932512130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5okyMt_d4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/m-C5s0Ozb9Y/s320/IMG_5239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then of course there was Jinyu.. who travelled to New York with us. I like this photo very much. It was taken during the first week within meeting each other and yet this photo manages to capture the chemistry between us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Us then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475062830495586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ojO8t_d2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/TnC_Us12o68/s320/IMGP0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Us Now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159477425062508434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5olYct_d5I/AAAAAAAAAzU/5ahbT-vDXaQ/s320/IMG_5224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After working in the program, 7 of us took off to visit Los Angeles, Las Vegas, San Francisco etc together. Here's one of us in Disneyland then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159506368847116770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o_tMt_eeI/AAAAAAAAA3w/O27Gq5ic2RI/s320/IMGP1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here's one of us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159482398634637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5op58t_d7I/AAAAAAAAAzk/QbKyTtQbEgc/s320/IMG_5207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were saying that none of us have changed very much. I tink i prob wud win "The one who changed the most". Just because of my braces and hair colour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun meeting up. These past few months, i have been regretting my 1st 2 years in NUS. This get-together was a nice reminder of how i had the time of my life then! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All those nights together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are a special memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't wait for tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as long as you're dancing next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. i figured tt since i was lookin into my archives, i might as well post the memories here. (plus i dont wanna do dissertation!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed at Holly Hall, a cluster of apartments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656456479275922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rINct_e5I/AAAAAAAAA7I/CTIzdb3p68M/s320/DSCN1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beautiful place isn't it? :D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159655919608363906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rHuMt_e4I/AAAAAAAAA7A/PVmZf3YIQPE/s320/DSCN1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159654828686670706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rGust_e3I/AAAAAAAAA64/h__bQb1dIIY/s320/DSCN0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stayed with the guys and Kaki in apartment 603. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the living room with yujen comfortably in one sofa (as you can tell.. we re arranged the furniture quite a bit). Guys arent really very messy at all. They were picking up after me more than i picked up after them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159485555435599874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5osxst_eAI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dsBI3dgrytY/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you see the dining room near yujen? (Yes i was trying to take photos while rotating ard.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159656950400514978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rIqMt_e6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/GzmvNQfMGug/s320/DSCN0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dining area was the community area where we would sit down to a nice meal after a hard's day work... and then spend the next few mins complaining abt the workload/ talking abt the day's events/ planning the next outing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this photo, you can see that Cheeyen is wearing blue while Ian and Jinyu are wearing green shirts. Cheeyen was in retail while Ian, Jinyu and i were in food service (there wasnt enough places for retail when we arrived!). Hence the different uniforms. Food service had to wear a cap too, which would explain why Jinyu is wearing one in this photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159657427141884850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rJF8t_e7I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/67SdplHRdxY/s320/DSCN1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This photo is to show how cute i am! :D haha! Nah.. im just kidding. It's to show the kitchen behind me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159658320495082434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rJ58t_e8I/AAAAAAAAA7g/rd1IXNqSdn0/s320/DSCN1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in which  Cheeyen would cook lovely meals for us! hahahah! wonderful, delicious food! On our off days, we would travel to the nearest grocery market to lug back bags of groceries while cheeyen would plan the meals! It was a huge pity when she moved out for a bit.  I have to confess tt when she moved out, i was a bit aprehensive.. esp when i wondered whether the guys were expecting me to cook for them! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159829556546207154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tlpMt_fbI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3eqM2pPThOM/s320/DSCN0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.. from the dining area, you can see this corridor.. The door you see leads to a bathroom. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159658612552858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rKK8t_e9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/8RxlqsAOBlw/s320/DSCN0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you turn left at the bathroom, you'll see the room Richard and Yujen share (which has a walk in wardrobe and its own bathroom).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159659329812397026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rK0st_e-I/AAAAAAAAA7w/uq0Dihc7KWw/s320/DSCN0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you turn right at the bathroom, it'll be the room where Ian, Jinyu, Hanwei and i shared! And no, the yellow and blue one is not my bed.. Mine is comfortably enclosed by the two beds.. See the mattress in the middle??? :D tt's mine! Every day, Jinyu and Ian would wake up first while i begged for more sleep (the 3 of us worked the 8am - 11 pm shift so there was very little sleep). And to wake me up, Jinyu would have to stand at the foot of my bed going "Adeline.. adeline... we are gonna be late...." upon which i would shriek and rush to get ready! Meanwhile, they would prepare breakfast for us to eat before we set out for work.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159486831040886802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ot78t_eBI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wR2DfCjkiwI/s320/DSCN0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's our 603 family! Houston wouldnt have been so fun if not for them! :D :D Seriously, besides being such awesome company, they would look after me, look out for me and do all kinds of sweet things (like not letting me do any housework, mark my page when i had fallen asleep while reading a book)... we had really good times there!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487432336308258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oue8t_eCI/AAAAAAAAA0c/aSPARTkJ5Xk/s320/IMGP0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was amazing about these guys was that they can cook! :D After Cheeyen left, i had the pleasure of having 5 guys cook for me while i happily relaxed... in short, i was indeed the pampered princess! hahaha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487891897808946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ou5st_eDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/UY9D6ga1t3U/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides having my breakfast and dinner cooked for me by 5 wonderful guys, Hanwei helped to cook my lunch! He wanted to pack his own lunch to work when he realised tt the portions wud always be too big (cause the chicken thighs they sell over there are huge!). Hence i would help him cook (by "help" i mean "mostly hanging ard the kitchen chit chatting to him till he finished or washing up the dishes after he did the preparation work") and then during my work shift the next day, i wud grab my lunch set from him. :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh.. Good times indeed. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My lunch provider!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159488351459309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ovUct_eEI/AAAAAAAAA0s/2jK_7OSZ94w/s320/DSCN0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As i said, we went off to work early. We had to report at 8 so by 7.30 we were out of the house on our bikes!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159490185410345074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ow_Mt_eHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ytxOytGHbq8/s320/DSCN1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We would ride to the nearest subway and then ride into the subway train to the next stop.. Something we'll never do in Singapore! haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159491031518902402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oxwct_eII/AAAAAAAAA1M/n1GoUBR5CbI/s320/DSCN1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey! It was a pretty long walk from holly hall to the station (min 20 mins) and then from the subway station to the amusement park staff entrance(at least 25 mins)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159663337016884290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rOd8t_fEI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-TwvXMpwubg/s320/DSCN1364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked in the restaurant with the theme of the Medieval English, "Sword and Crown".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661301202385922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rMnct_fAI/AAAAAAAAA8A/a94nJwRhkt0/s320/DSCN1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Duties varied from attending the cashier.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661653389704210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rM78t_fBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/RagnlO_i3Fs/s320/DSCN1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To tending another store by your lonesome self (I loved this duty because there wasnt any supervisor ard to look over ur shoulder and you could slack off when there werent any customers. And no one else liked it so i started doing it more after a while! :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660747151604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rMHMt_e_I/AAAAAAAAA74/UQLS_MyInKA/s320/DSCN1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The duty i loathed the most was this one. The cart duty. We had to take heavy boxes filled with soda bottles out from the cold freezer, load it up in the cart, pour ice into it and then stand in the hot sun (with nothing but one measly umbrella) for 6 hours straight selling drinks. The worse part was the heat, followed by having to plunge your hand repeatedly into the cold ice to get the drink customers want.. and of course there was no calculator so if the customers ordered 4 different drinks of different prices( which were irritatingly priced at $2.75 etc), you're basically screwed. That was the only time in my life my brain worked so fast with numbers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was 2 other duties but im too lazy to upload the photos. One was preparing the food which i disliked for many reasons. I got scalded twice doing tt, once in the face and once on the arms. The other was selling ice cream which i loved because... 1) air con.. 2) ICE CREAM!!! and the prices were easy to work with ($2.50, $3.00, $4.00) so my brain didnt have to work as hard! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cart Duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662044231728162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rNSst_fCI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CFEvS1coSag/s320/DSCN1071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The worst part of the day was closing shift. Because i had to wash the dishes most of the time. And by dishes, i mean these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159489240517539922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5owIMt_eFI/AAAAAAAAA00/v1mwPP0Pb8I/s320/DSCN1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was terrible because i kept on getting cuts on my hands from the stupid metal corners. And the water and sink were pretty disgusting. I tink my whining abt my job duties was one of the reasons why the 603 guys were really nice to me (During one discussion, we realised tt i had the worst job duties!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159489743028713570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5owlct_eGI/AAAAAAAAA08/F-QMjH6Fchg/s320/DSCN1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's one photo with my colleagues there. Also, one of the rare times im caught on film wearing a cap. Most days, i would wear tt cap when i was just about to enter the restaurant. Once we were off work, the cap wud be whipped off asap!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662387829111858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rNmst_fDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1BY569EunkY/s320/DSCN1255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work was admittedly tough. But we had loads of fun to make up for it. For starters, we were allowed to enter 6 flags free on our off days! So we managed to ride most of the rides.. 6 flags is known for their rollercoasters. All of their rollercoasters have a turn to make you go upside down.  I was a scary cat when i went there.. afraid of rollercoasters (ever since the Viking).. But after one ride, i was happily rushing to experience more! Here's a sample of 6 flags astroworld used to look like (it closed down)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159665767968373890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rQrct_fII/AAAAAAAAA9A/suOx-lwVWWY/s320/photo+by+pearlyn+730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664835960470642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rP1Mt_fHI/AAAAAAAAA84/Ckk2hfJfW2o/s320/IMGP0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159666111565757586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rQ_ct_fJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/mzg8a_7xwzk/s320/photo+by+pearlyn+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being cheapo chinese, we took photos of the tvs showing our photos whcih was snapped when we came down the terrifying part of the rollercoasters. Haha!Only asians would tink of this method!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664458003348578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rPfMt_fGI/AAAAAAAAA8w/H-B3sqx23d4/s320/IMGP0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159666725746080946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rRjMt_fLI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/uvg90Z6p46s/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159666437983272098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rRSct_fKI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/96RN5e0pmNE/s320/photo+by+pearlyn+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159822199267228946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5te88t_fRI/AAAAAAAAA-I/yW_qNLF0nSA/s320/DSCN1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a random pic of a hot(?) guy to reward you for looking thru this post! I forgot his name but he was a friend of Cheeyen's. He was working as a lifeguard whcih explains his wet hair. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159663826643156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rO6ct_fFI/AAAAAAAAA8o/9gBtDOTsQww/s320/DSCN1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were the house parties the other staff organised. Like us, they were foreigners in USA. There were Thais, Columbians, French, Slovakians and i tink one was from Czech Republic. Cant remember them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159667223962287298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rSAMt_fMI/AAAAAAAAA9g/jYAvB8321B4/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159668911884434674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rTict_fPI/AAAAAAAAA94/I_s1oReYvIA/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 flags also organised excursions for us to enjoy. We went to NASA (as we were in Houston, Texas).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159491714418702482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oyYMt_eJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/-Rhh7EjrqbA/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didnt understand the hype for it. Well.. if you are befuddled by the info, what else can you do but start posing for photos? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159492788160526498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5ozWst_eKI/AAAAAAAAA1c/5lvvFtFSjiA/s320/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 flags also brought us to Kebah where the sea was amazingly blue. I loved the whole boardwalk idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159498070970300690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o4KMt_eRI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1GFMKzk1-NI/s320/DSCN0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the only photo i have of David! He's the one in Red. He's a Singaporean too but somehow our paths never really did meet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159667760833199314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rSfct_fNI/AAAAAAAAA9o/RUwfrF2BLco/s320/DSC00961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another hot guy whose name i kinda forgot. Everyone said he was cute but i dunnoe.. He seemed a bit skinny. Well, you can be the judge.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159668224689667298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rS6ct_fOI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fUBcagOMCV4/s320/DSCN0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had the fortune to be in San Antonio for the NBA Finals game. It was deffo the coolest day of my life. There were spurs posters everywhere.. with people proclaimin their loyalty to them everywhere! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159493522599934130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o0Bct_eLI/AAAAAAAAA1k/RjAd1jI6v5E/s320/DSCN0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159494918464305346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o1Sst_eMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/n6HPu60SUz0/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every moment was simply.. fantastic. It was an emotional ride because they were neck to neck the whole time. Once the game started, i was out of my seat and screaming my support all the way! Here's the starting of the ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159495481105021138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o1zct_eNI/AAAAAAAAA10/FZXtDoWeXCM/s320/IMGP0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They had screens every where.. When the opposing team had the ball, they would flash funny animated messages encouraging us to chant "defense". If im not wrong, the "Make noise" message was for the time when a player from the opposing team had to concentrate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159649996848462578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rCVct_evI/AAAAAAAAA54/SS4Acju6eUE/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, despite my heart and soul being poured into supporting them, the spurs lost by a few points! Here's one of us after the game... Hanwei is obviously heart broken over the loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159496516192139506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o2vst_ePI/AAAAAAAAA2A/5AGFWZBAaZU/s320/DSCN0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We managed to catch the Houston's baseball team playing. I had to have Jinyu explain to me how the game works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159497096012724482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o3Rct_eQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/I3K62HVgecQ/s320/DSCN0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another day, we went back to San Antonio where support for the Spurs were still very evident( By then, the Spurs had already won the NBA). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159827971703274898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tkM8t_fZI/AAAAAAAAA_I/xkK_qRKPleo/s320/DSCN0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to San Antonio's waterwalk where it felt like everything was out of a storybook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159827198609161602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tjf8t_fYI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4Wd9g00xyL8/s320/DSCN0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our preview of San Francisco's Golden Bridge &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159824101937741122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tgrst_fUI/AAAAAAAAA-g/m15HeZJmuWQ/s320/DSCN0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More evidence of how shamelessly unabashed we were to make fools of ourselves in public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826683213086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tjB8t_fXI/AAAAAAAAA-4/h6_IBnSWyQQ/s320/IMGP0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826086212631906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tifMt_fWI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vFqwatw85hk/s320/P6280711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate a lot of Fast Food. Besides the discounted meals we had at 6 flags, we went to BK.. (psst.. can u see the star wars ads on the cups? heh. we managed to catch tt movie there too!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159828985315556770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tlH8t_faI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/QiZ-DVVRPYg/s320/IMGP0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was Denny's which remains my absolute fav fast food outlet! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159823517822188850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tgJst_fTI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4I-qfAjF1UA/s320/DSCN0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 6 flags, 7 of us left on a tour. First stop: LA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159499050222844194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o5DMt_eSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/3PJ45-i50As/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jinyu at the Sunset Boulevard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159500480446953794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o6Wct_eUI/AAAAAAAAA2k/KmceGYRDYOE/s320/DSCN1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mann's Chinese Theatre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159501352325314898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o7JMt_eVI/AAAAAAAAA2s/9MwYqIQn_2o/s320/DSCN1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disneyland's Small world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159830342525222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tmW8t_fdI/AAAAAAAAA_k/bNtr1HdXfIY/s320/IMGP1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was their 50th Anniversary then so they had many collages such as the following one all ard the themepark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159501747462306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o7gMt_eXI/AAAAAAAAA24/hLobTmd3nmw/s320/DSCN1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe that this collage was made up of photos of pple who took them in disneyland? Simply Amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More hamming it up for the cam&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159502589275896194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o8RMt_eYI/AAAAAAAAA3A/MiuXNfuXsEs/s320/DSCN1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disney's Castle of Dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159503297945500050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o86ct_eZI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O2ipObLlEYM/s320/DSCN1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you see how crowded the place was? Thank goodness i remembered some info from some guidebook my dad had borrowed for our previous trip here! Thanks to those tips, we managed to get onto most of the rides..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159480135186872226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5on2Mt_d6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/x3I7iQIASK8/s320/IMGP1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the closeness seen in this pic.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159503731737196962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o9Tst_eaI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/dsFtwZ0Jazk/s320/DSCN1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Diego's Seaworld. We were quite tired at this stage.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159515852134906498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pIVMt_eoI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Rp-lDFPZfHQ/s320/IMGP2215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Las Vegas was another place we toured. By the time we could tour The Strip, we were pretty exhausted. Someone in the grp made a strong case for us to finish walking The Strip so by the time we reached the end, exhaustion was evident in everyone. Here's some pics from the start of The Strip!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159504195593664946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o9ust_ebI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/rdhCThjDhYE/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159504861313595842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o-Vct_ecI/AAAAAAAAA3g/XySFwTZ5fhQ/s320/DSCN1953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159830982475349474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5tm8Mt_feI/AAAAAAAAA_s/NpaIjCXfWmE/s320/DSCN1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159505634407709138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5o_Cct_edI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PkLU1tMJnLo/s320/DSCN1821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159652114267339554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rEQst_eyI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/L9MTjlGAnEs/s320/Photo+by+Shiang+Lin+3+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Francisco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Herst's Castle&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159651152194665218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rDYst_ewI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ATOzx4Uixvc/s320/IMGP1698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Golden Bridge Gate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159507043156982258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pAUct_efI/AAAAAAAAA34/QnR04bnqZ6w/s320/DSCN2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159507670222207490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pA48t_egI/AAAAAAAAA4A/7Cs0T-S7zdQ/s320/DSCN2272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159508623704947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pBwct_ehI/AAAAAAAAA4I/uQ55FV5GXLM/s320/DSCN2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the tour boat that would bring us to the under the Golden Bridge, Liyu got so cold, she was literally shivering and her teeth were chattering. We got so worried tt we wrapped her with our jackets! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159509706036705826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pCvct_eiI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/mnD61Pd7x0M/s320/DSCN2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159649451387615970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rB1st_euI/AAAAAAAAA5w/3pPikqn96-o/s320/DSCN2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Museum of Fine Arts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159653638980729682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rFpct_e1I/AAAAAAAAA6o/JriV_mQuc8c/s320/DSCN2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lourve Road. claims to be the shortest road in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159512579369826898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pFWst_elI/AAAAAAAAA4o/CMIqgUVz8sQ/s320/IMGP2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;San Francisco has super steep slopes. No wonder all the residents have nice shapely legs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159514533579946610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pHIct_enI/AAAAAAAAA44/UvIgpUMDCfQ/s320/IMGP2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A jump shot. And honestly, it's so unfair tt Yujen is always the highest one in any shot! Look at the show off with his 2 legs obviously in the air. No fair!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159510719648987698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pDqct_ejI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Wax0QTgnZas/s320/IMGP1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh dear..the order of pics are in a mess.. but among other places, we went to Universal Studios.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love this shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159652702677859122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rEy8t_ezI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/8t9fZpjZ-cY/s320/IMGP2269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im supposed to be pretending tt im gonna fall off the bike but Jinyu is smiling as if he is willing me to fall off. hmph.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159517664611105426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pJ-st_epI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gc4JVeHTUiQ/s320/IMGP2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159653179419228994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rFOst_e0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/1McmLT8hkWk/s320/IMGP2323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After touring other places (whcih im too lazy to post all the pics up here), Jinyu, Cheeyen and i parted ways from them to fly to New York. We went to Buffalo without a single plan. Where we would put our bags while we went to see the falls (we would only be there for less than a day so a hotel room was out of the question), how to get to the falls.. etc. We didnt even have a map when we landed in New York!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had the shock of our lives when we were told tt they didnt keep luggage in the airports anymore due to the terrorist attack. So there we were, totting ard with our suitcase and bags.. Thankfully the bus station people took pity on us and helped us to safekeep our bags (after checking thru our luggage first of course).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, we went to Buffalo to see the Niagara Falls which was pretty spectacular.. Made Yosemite Park's waterfall look so small in comparison! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159821559317101826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5teXst_fQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/nDgNTVtlHu4/s320/DSCN2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so windy up there! Here's a pic of Jinyu holding his jacket to show you how strong the wind was!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511617297152578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pEest_ekI/AAAAAAAAA4g/k8nqTtIDWIA/s320/DSCN2597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went down to have a closer look at the falls. The raincoat they give..... is no protection against the water. As shown by this pic.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159513421183416930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pGHst_emI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Cb4cP6O9CyM/s320/DSCN2569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next stop was New York, New York! By this time, i was dead broke. Seriously, my budget was Us$20 per day! Hence, we had to walk ard the whole of New York City. Not once did we take the subway. Gosh! I tink we lost quite a lot of weight then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This bull is the most abused statue i have ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159519236569135778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pLaMt_eqI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aVJKdOMRf5U/s320/IMGP2681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because we were on a tight budget, we ended up eating the same old meal every day. We would go to Wendy's where we would each order one baked potato with a free cup of water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159520237296515762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5pMUct_erI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yqmoA6QR_No/s320/DSCN2647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a pic of our meal. Sometimes i got so hungry, i would even eat up the potato skin! I distinctly remember the moment of sheer desperation where i tore salt packets to eat the grains of salt inside! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159648407710563010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rA48t_esI/AAAAAAAAA5g/F1qR8oKnXY4/s320/IMGP2554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are our cups of water. Thank goodness for Mcdonald's free cups of water. If we could not finish drinking them, we would pour them into Jinyu's water bottle in order to ensure that there wud always be water for later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159648768487815890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rBN8t_etI/AAAAAAAAA5o/4Q3EN7CVFu0/s320/IMGP2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember tt after tt trip, we made a pact.. we would go back to New York City again.. this time.. with money! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159651611756165906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rDzct_exI/AAAAAAAAA6I/N6zhVYusoGo/s320/IMGP2826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159654214506347362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5rGK8t_e2I/AAAAAAAAA6w/6FCfyHNftRc/s320/IMGP2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow. recapping tt hols sure took longer than i anticpated.. well it was fun lookin back at the times we had. Wish i cud experience it all over again. Went into this adventure by myself and somehow, i must have done something right because i got myself more friends and a memory of a fantastic summer holiday. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's so clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's gone is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past is the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the radio up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then hit the gas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause . . .I know we've Come So Far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we've Got So Far To Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the road seems long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it won't be long 'till it's time to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, most days we'll take it fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some nights lets take it slow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we've Come So Far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But babyWe've Got So Far To Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey old friend, together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side by side and year by year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road was filled with twists and turns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh but that's the road that got us here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's move past the bad times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But before those memories fade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's forgive but not forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And learn from the mistakes we made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it's so clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So shine that light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let's dance into tomorrow land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Hairspray's Come so Far-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7469458879830333930?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7469458879830333930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7469458879830333930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-old-friend-lets-look-back-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5oqIMt_d8I/AAAAAAAAAzs/EzCi-u0uNAk/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-7637321443961922011</id><published>2008-01-25T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another reason why having Karen Tay as a Jie jie rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought us comfy pjs from La Senza! Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the cashier didnt take out the shoplifting tags from hers, so there were only the two of us mucking it up for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5lxbMt_dtI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MGFEw7oGgI0/s1600-h/P1000234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159279560214148818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5lxbMt_dtI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MGFEw7oGgI0/s200/P1000234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that we are spelling the word "WOW" in the next 2 pictures? heh!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159281398460151522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5lzGMt_duI/AAAAAAAAAx8/hGRMIX2Q_CI/s200/P1000237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159278696925722306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5lwo8t_dsI/AAAAAAAAAxs/mBbXX0pA6mk/s200/P1000224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna post up the ones where we are spelling "cool" coz i look extra stupid in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lookin stupid in photos, i was browsing thru claryce's photos the other day, and i have come to the sad conclusion tt i really dun look good in photos. Esp next to my gorgeously tall and lean friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like someone squished me vertically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, im volunteering to be the one to submit the photos to John. No worries, i'll post them up here before i send it to him so tt it's subject to everyone's approval! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5lvBst_dqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cn8z2PMpPBk/s1600-h/P1000234.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-7637321443961922011?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7637321443961922011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/7637321443961922011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-reason-why-having-karen-tay-as.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R5lxbMt_dtI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MGFEw7oGgI0/s72-c/P1000234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-3446545211767224472</id><published>2008-01-22T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:57:50.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this. i fucking hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6402149-3446545211767224472?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3446545211767224472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/3446545211767224472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-8241040121994861242</id><published>2008-01-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:21.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early this morning for no reason whatsoever and couldnt get back to sleep. Normally, i would wait patiently for Jie jie to go to work before i dive into her bed. But I couldnt wait this morning so i woke her up ten minutes before her alarm so that i could sleep on her bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think that she would appreciate the wake up call right? &lt;em&gt;Noooooooooo....&lt;/em&gt; Somebody had to try to continue sleeping at the foot of the bed/ squeak and squeak about her loss of ten mins of sleep/ procceed to jump on me when she was awake/ order me to stop "twirling around on my bed". Tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if that wasn't enough, just as i had made myself snug and warm in her bed, she managed to tear away her pillows and bolsters away from me... and throw them onto Audrey's bunk bed! TSK! laughin with glee while she did it! tsk! See la? Now i cant go back to sleep and its all your fault jie jie! LOL. is this the way you treat the very person who helped you to decorate your cupcakes??? I expect doughnuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, so i was surfing through blogs and i remembered Audrey's story. Came home last night to be met with a mournful Audrey. She told me that she witnessed the murder of a bird yesterday. Without further probing, she elaborated on the story. Turns out that St Nicks wanted to celebrate their Birthday with the release of 2 pretty birds. The birds were super pretty.. White ones with a dash of blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of an entire school assembly (both pri and sec school), they let the birds go free and then the whole school watched in horror as within the next 2 mins, a black crow swooped down and caught one bird. The crow then flew to a nearby point where the school could only watch helplessly as it proceeded to eat the white bird. The other white bird soon fell into a lokang where the teachers hurried to pick it up and bring it back to the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, when you put it like that, it's quite sad. But the way Audrey related it was hilarious! At the very end, she wailed plaintively "And the birds were supposed to represent our schooollll!" LOL! It was at that point my sympathetic face gave way to a full blown HAHAHAHA! i can just imagine the open mouths and horrified gasps of the entire school population.. And the poor person who went and organised the event! All the efforts .... only to get a traumatised school population!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoos.. Now Audrey has homework where she has to write in Chinese her reflections of the incident. hahaha! I wonder what the primary school section had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before i forget, one last post abt the temp job i did during the hols! No one believes me whenever i say that out of sheer boredom, we made more than 100 boxes! We were so bored that we starting takin pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a candid one of my colleagues/ chit chat buddies! (The one on the left is Olivia, my sister's friend's sister) and one in the foreground is Corinna.  During the last few days, we didnt have anything to do (Everytime we asked the co ordinator for work to do, she would clutch her head in despair.), so we sat where Corinna is posed in the photo, amongst the boxes and talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were in each other's company 24/7, we talked so much that we ran out of stuff to say! I remember during one lunch, i wanted to ask Corinna something but then told her that i would talk to her during work so that we would have something to do later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a mere 5 days, our friendship had progressed from strangers to friends who were able to sit comfortably in contemplative silence... among boxes. Still it was loads of fun due to their company! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much time on our hands that we double scotch taped up the bottom of the boxes.. Till the point that i realised that with the 100 boxes that we made, they might not have enough masking tape to seal the top of the boxes! oops!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156265697959016338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R468VU5g95I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rNnCWuhJOtA/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After making all these, we went to the office downstairs to help them make more boxes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adel, Olivia and Corinna: Professional Box Masters/ Box Whisperers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156265487505618818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R468JE5g94I/AAAAAAAAAxM/-XoIWBLjnQQ/s320/Copy+1+of+Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's one last shot of me posing with the boxes! I'd would like to tink it's my best shot. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156264267734906738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R467CE5g93I/AAAAAAAAAxE/gjJJNbPdkJQ/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? :D&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/6402149-8241040121994861242?l=bitchaholics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8241040121994861242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6402149/posts/default/8241040121994861242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchaholics.blogspot.com/2008/01/tsk-woke-up-early-this-morning-for-no.html' title=''/><author><name>AJT</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1xmqXSH7Zc/TZV4POfaScI/AAAAAAAACyM/gDmLRUoO_AM/s220/HDB%2Bfarewell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R468VU5g95I/AAAAAAAAAxU/rNnCWuhJOtA/s72-c/Image053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6402149.post-4663966388907582628</id><published>2008-01-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:22:26.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Christmas Post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Bet Jie Jie (My elder sister.. Henceforth referred to as Jie Jie) must be thinkin "ya la! my last day where i can freely surf net then come and post!" well.. better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for sherlin to post up our christmas party pics so this post is gonna be abt my family's christmas celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto! 2007's christmas was special in a way that both jie jie and i had invited friends over for a christmas party. Hence, we put in more thought and effort into the Christmas decorations. The theme was gold and red because Jie jie bought back some lovely gold ornaments while i insisted that we kept the red ribbons on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Ting that i would post up pics of my house's christmas decorations. So, i'll let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Casa de Tay's Christmas Decorations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Altar was adorned with red flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44d7k5g9mI/AAAAAAAAAu8/NGjZ9kaK7-c/s1600-h/altar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091532740195938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44d7k5g9mI/AAAAAAAAAu8/NGjZ9kaK7-c/s320/altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christmas Wreath. We started holding prayer sessions in our house. In the 4 weeks leading up to Christmas, we were supposed to light up the candles in succession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091936467121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44eTE5g9oI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UzVgqoZxC-A/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wreath outside my door. The Leongs helped to decorate it. (psst: The Leongs are this funky doodles family which comprises of my mom's sister/my aunt, her husband and their daughters: Christine, Pauline, Angeline and Celine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if you can tell from this picture but the centrepiece is a pair of silver bells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dfU5g9jI/AAAAAAAAAuk/JKj56PGE694/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091047408891442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dfU5g9jI/AAAAAAAAAuk/JKj56PGE694/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Christmas tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156093362396264162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44fmE5g9uI/AAAAAAAAAv8/HDYpomGuu-o/s320/tree+and+presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dDE5g9gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8KdU2eFLAyI/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156090562077586946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dDE5g9gI/AAAAAAAAAuM/8KdU2eFLAyI/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156090703811507730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dLU5g9hI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P60isqzQ-Sw/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156090901380003362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dW05g9iI/AAAAAAAAAuc/J1GCMtfFPms/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Leongs gave us this lovely Christmas Hamper.. I love love love the suitcase it came in! It's like an old school picnic hamper. Am thinking whether i can use the suitcase to bring food to the zoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156092679496464034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44e-U5g9qI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iMD7_-2cJqc/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrate every Christmas with my mother's side. The tradition is that we attend the Christmas Eve mass as one family (Altogether, we take up at least 4 long church benches!) and then we do the present opening at someone's house. The adults often take turns hosting Christmas and this year, it was at Uncle John and Aunt Jessie new crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's their Christmas tree looking like its drowning in a sea of presents. Lol. It's every kid's Christmas dream! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091219207583298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dpU5g9kI/AAAAAAAAAus/7y2MskAy8t8/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091373826405970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44dyU5g9lI/AAAAAAAAAu0/WrPKNJ1N2So/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waiting for Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine made toffee apples, peppermint chocolates (we made the mistake of entrusting them to Malcolm to hold during the car ride.... And Malcolm manage to polish off at least a third of them before we realised the folly of the decision) and alcoholic fruitcake! wooot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt doc brought her Tiramisu, Dan brought his Hakka kueh for us to try... There was Aunt Pasita's famous curry with Mummy's fried bee hoon, Chicken wings, Satay... A typical Singaporean Meal with Christmas specials thrown in! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cqE5g9eI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aDenF-sX_pY/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156090132580857314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cqE5g9eI/AAAAAAAAAt8/aDenF-sX_pY/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for midnight, we started hamming it up for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44ciU5g9dI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UNkYGbbfLr4/s1600-h/waiting+for+midnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089999436871122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44ciU5g9dI/AAAAAAAAAt0/UNkYGbbfLr4/s320/waiting+for+midnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Daddy turned out to be the best one at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156090282904712690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cy05g9fI/AAAAAAAAAuE/YHQoch2wufU/s320/daddy+and+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Clock strikes Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the clock struck midnight, we started singing (lustily i might add) Christmas songs at the demand of the adults (hey! If they are gonna give us presents, we'll jolly well sing for them to hear!).. No photos of that cause i was *ahem* pouring my heart and soul into those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angel's Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the time Angeline has been waiting anxiously for. For weeks before Christmas, everyone had seen her present and exclaimed to her how nice it was, working her up into a frenzy (You must understand... Angeline is very.... &lt;em&gt;excitable &lt;/em&gt;and emotional.) She had been trying her damnest to guess her present with each guessing session ending with a "I dunnooeeee! tellll meeeee! No wait! dun tell me! No! tell meeee!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days before Christmas, i found a Hello Kitty box to wrap her present in. And Angeline is not the type who would like Hello Kitty at all. Seriously. It's like Alvinna liking to wear mini skirts. Like Ting liking seng tat (welll im sorrrry.. i cudnt tink of anything else! lol). It's like Huili not liking the colour pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during a conversation with Angeline, i managed to slip in a few doubts about her anticipated present. With a mere "you are so gonna love your present! You are the one who likes Hello Kitty right??!", i got this disbelieving 5 secs of silence plus a hollered "WHAT???!". I could sense the icy daggers coming my way from the other end of the phone la! Hahahah! and the rest of the cousins got into the prank with me.. Poor Angel's nerves were wrecked from just worrying/ getting excited over her present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, she was the first one to open her present... We present to you .. the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44caU5g9cI/AAAAAAAAAts/zTPNEJnZzb8/s1600-h/angel+and+her+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089861997917634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44caU5g9cI/AAAAAAAAAts/zTPNEJnZzb8/s320/angel+and+her+present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TADA! it was a specially designed Cobra starship shirt! But boy oh boy... the look on her face when she encoutered the Hello Kitty was Priceless i tell you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so happy to received that shirt that she started crying from all the laughin she was doing! Since we had made her Christmas, we made her distribute the presents! Soon, Audrey and Dan started helping her distribute them too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Distribution of Presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156091816208037490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44eME5g9nI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1mSSzWqp8L8/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cTk5g9bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yYjvwH9yb1g/s1600-h/distribution+of+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089746033800626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cTk5g9bI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yYjvwH9yb1g/s320/distribution+of+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier that day, i had walked in on my dad trying to wrap a present in secret. Sigh. My daddy really CMI when it comes to wrapping presents. While my mom watches with a hawk eye whether we have managed to save paper (by cutting the right size of wrapping paper), my dad just rolled it up and squashed down the ends by using lots of scotch tape! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cNU5g9aI/AAAAAAAAAtc/j9MOY-m1QNw/s1600-h/when+daddy+wraps+presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089638659618210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44cNU5g9aI/AAAAAAAAAtc/j9MOY-m1QNw/s320/when+daddy+wraps+presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of Celine lookin all business-like with her pile of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156092151215486610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44efk5g9pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2MUtB1FgwWs/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Present Opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44b-k5g9YI/AAAAAAAAAtM/p_-TeIkXEE4/s1600-h/unwrapping+of+presents1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089385256547714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44b-k5g9YI/AAAAAAAAAtM/p_-TeIkXEE4/s320/unwrapping+of+presents1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44b205g9XI/AAAAAAAAAtE/itZaiDVqRrQ/s1600-h/unwrapping+of+presents2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156089252112561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a-gH2nnte9Y/R44b205g9XI/AAAAAAAAAtE/itZaiDVqRrQ/s320/unwrapping+of+presents2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, Jie Jie liked our present! I stayed up till 6 am to do it! It was a last min inspiration when she was away at chalet hence the tight deadline. What we did was think up of all the things we do to irritate her and then make coupons for her redeem every time
