<?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-397345136149309879</id><updated>2012-03-08T19:00:19.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisibleloner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-6845004040809795447</id><published>2012-03-07T21:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T19:00:20.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph Kony [KONY 2012]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y4MnpzG5Sqc?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Kony has to be stopped. He may not be a terrorist, but he terrorizes children. He robs them of their childhood. He fills them with constant fear, even when they sleep. He makes children wish for death instead of being captured by him. He forces children to kill their own parents and mutilate others.&lt;br /&gt;And for what?&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;To maintain power.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be human, but he has no humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit*&lt;br /&gt;This is simply for the sake of raising awareness. For more details regarding KONY 2012, read the following article &lt;a href="http://standingagainstoppression.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/the-scam-behin-kony-2012/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a really really really bad guy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-6845004040809795447?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/6845004040809795447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/03/kony-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6845004040809795447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6845004040809795447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/03/kony-2012.html' title='Joseph Kony [KONY 2012]'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y4MnpzG5Sqc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-8573134680301841934</id><published>2012-02-15T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T18:31:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple the prices please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flowers, chocolates, and teddy bears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; All traditional gifts for Valentine's Day. Not forgetting, an overpriced dinner date with &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine dining&lt;/b&gt; and all the sweet romantic ambience.&lt;br /&gt;Did you spend your Valetine's that way? Can you guess how mine.. my 1st Valentine with J went?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*smirk*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't think you can~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had subway. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my fickle mind brought us to finer dining (home cooked meal).. Subway.. Carls Jr.. back to Subway.. then to the Q for mee sua.. just before it was my turn in the Q, i went "don't feel like eating mee sua le.." &amp;amp; so.. we ended up at Subway for our Valentine dinner. I told J I didn't know why I was being so fickle that day. He simply laughed and said "yes! you're really being very very fickle today". &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a bouquet of flowers though.. not the typical 3 red roses though. They were... Rather different. *grins* But it made me laugh every time I laid my eyes on them. Truly one of a kind. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzkg92sHsG1qkdhbco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzkg92sHsG1qkdhbco1_500.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentine's Day Flowers 2012 (5th bouquet)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem really weird, but the pop of colors isn't all that odd. It's what makes me smile.. espcially the bright orange. xD&lt;br /&gt;We took some instax, but my fringe is waaaaaaay too messy for posting on the net. *meep!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBRhU2zqhaM/T1cafnY1K4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XNW9M-OeUZM/s1600/2012-02-14_22-07-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBRhU2zqhaM/T1cafnY1K4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XNW9M-OeUZM/s320/2012-02-14_22-07-15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In place of chocolates, I got a box of cookies! Heart-shaped ones! ~(^.^)v~ In a box J bought when we were at iKEA for our 4th monthly-versary. I wasn't hungry for a cookie just then... So J was getting really impatient and anxious to see my reaction to a certain something.. ..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he hid something in the box of hearts! He told me after he failed to convince me to eat more hearts. =X Sides, i'd have to clear out the whole box of hearts to reach my surprise.. it was just one layer away from the bottom! (x_x) It's a beautiful necklace he bought when he was in Perth, Australia. Which was last year.. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;" Picture of the necklace in another post. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J gave me so many things for Valentine's Day.. I felt really bad giving him what I gave him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DN4uiylqLXA/T1cuW794y8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0UYF1Mzw0qw/s1600/1331109345-picsay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DN4uiylqLXA/T1cuW794y8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/0UYF1Mzw0qw/s320/1331109345-picsay.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29Q9lcIo8AA/T1cuX9It7II/AAAAAAAAAE8/d6hnkkwq7BY/s1600/2012-02-13_23-30-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29Q9lcIo8AA/T1cuX9It7II/AAAAAAAAAE8/d6hnkkwq7BY/s320/2012-02-13_23-30-21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. Melted Cadbury chocolate in heart shaped foils. I tried covering the chocolate in foil on both sides, but it proved pretty impossible for perfection. *sigh* It's the first time I made Valentine chocolates.. I would like to call them 本命チョコ (honmei choco).. because it's for that purpose.. but but.. like never put in enough effort! o(T-T)o Even though J accepted them with a smile.. &lt;i&gt;raaw~&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra special thing that happened on Valentine's Day wasn't the gifts and all. It was the visit to my old house.. going through the place where I lived out my youngest days. The corridor where I used to ride my tricycle with my elder brother racing at my side.. it now looks so very small. J was wondering how I could have fit the tricycle, my brother, a whole row of potted plants, and a race in that corridor. I wondered that myself too.. haha! Walking along the slope where my brothers took off my tricycle's side wheels and let me go.. all the way down.. and i didn't even know how to brake. but hey! that's how i learnt to ride a bicycle. &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt; the way I learn is really astounding. a handstand in the pool,&amp;nbsp;against&amp;nbsp;the wall, taught me how to swim. seriously! I was panicking a little because my back was against the wall.. was wondering how to get out of my handstand &amp;amp; was really scared I would drown. I managed to flip forwards and when I got the right side up, I could swim. (._.) i still remember my cousins and Aunt looking at me all shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; triple the lurve while you're at it.. x3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-8573134680301841934?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/8573134680301841934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/triple-prices-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/8573134680301841934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/8573134680301841934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/triple-prices-please.html' title='Triple the prices please!'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBRhU2zqhaM/T1cafnY1K4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XNW9M-OeUZM/s72-c/2012-02-14_22-07-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-1962426448270430976</id><published>2012-02-09T22:55:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T00:16:05.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampaging Headache! Nyan~</title><content type='html'>I'm actually on a $47 MC today. I can believe that 20 tabs of muscle relaxant/panadol cost $6.. but 5 tabs of an even stronger version for $15 is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkzB1b3x5I4/Tz5z5acyMLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z53QsG64u5s/s1600/IMAG1534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkzB1b3x5I4/Tz5z5acyMLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z53QsG64u5s/s400/IMAG1534.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arcoxia 120MG - 5 tabs (for pain)&lt;br /&gt;Norgesic - 20 tabs (for fever/bodyaches/muscle pain)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, &lt;i&gt;pain sells&lt;/i&gt;. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; prior to alllllllllllllllllllllllll the pain, was &lt;b&gt;Ted&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday. Had all the fun and laughed many many laughs. But Ajisen's green tea wouldn't mix well with the Häagen-Dazs ice cream cake. Thus, pain ensued. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyNxbPqOcrI/Tz57Y4Y8CTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Vs4BtUZstcw/s1600/1328836829559.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyNxbPqOcrI/Tz57Y4Y8CTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Vs4BtUZstcw/s400/1328836829559.png" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75t2x1dfXlY/Tz57bnmjjnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/l9T0oJ2RlsU/s1600/2012-02-08_22-16-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75t2x1dfXlY/Tz57bnmjjnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/l9T0oJ2RlsU/s400/2012-02-08_22-16-07.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR06yQVqf28/Tz57aPaNscI/AAAAAAAAAEY/83PplB93KUI/s1600/2012-02-08_22-12-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR06yQVqf28/Tz57aPaNscI/AAAAAAAAAEY/83PplB93KUI/s640/2012-02-08_22-12-44.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Highlight of the Night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a video of Ted wearing his birthday present as well.. &amp;amp; another video of &lt;b&gt;Bellson &lt;/b&gt;doing the same.. but.. worse. &lt;b&gt;*ROFL*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MiooMioo~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-1962426448270430976?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/1962426448270430976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/rampaging-headache-nyan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/1962426448270430976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/1962426448270430976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/rampaging-headache-nyan.html' title='Rampaging Headache! Nyan~'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkzB1b3x5I4/Tz5z5acyMLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Z53QsG64u5s/s72-c/IMAG1534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-6614843156461635921</id><published>2012-02-07T01:38:00.145+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:34:38.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Shoe Hunt &amp; CNY.</title><content type='html'>So here's the long overdue update about my CNY shoe hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think shoes are pretty much the bane of my female life, aside from every other feminine issue. Sneakers just don't go with feminine dresses. Or maybe I simply don't know how to rock the particular combi. *sigh* Fashion. it's a love-hate-relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tpmYXkZvKI/TzvfxO8eizI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eWi_K_S4uD0/s1600/PicsArt_1328961686180.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tpmYXkZvKI/TzvfxO8eizI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eWi_K_S4uD0/s400/PicsArt_1328961686180.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoes galore!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about 5 more photos of shoes with different designs that I snapped a photo of. But that's just too much. I only pick those that made me do more than a double take. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAqCnFa2k24/Tz0cOFNd7LI/AAAAAAAAADY/2woLJuq5TfQ/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAqCnFa2k24/Tz0cOFNd7LI/AAAAAAAAADY/2woLJuq5TfQ/s400/page.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Box of Chocolates, Lift Buttons, &amp;amp; an adorable hot water bottle.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have work on Fri, the last weekday before CNY. Off day for everyone to prepare for CNY eve's reunion dinner. I didn't have much to do in the afternoon, so what did I do? I went shoe shopping with &lt;b&gt;Doca&lt;/b&gt;, J's sister-in-law. She is so awesome! We went to Takashimaya and I got gelato for us to share. Found out about her love for rum &amp;amp; raisin &amp;amp; the folks at &lt;b&gt;Venezia Gelato Italiano&lt;/b&gt; were simply hilarious! They handed out samples of everything like it was free flow! Real friendly folks.. my generation most probably. They made Doca laugh so much. Hahaha! Even got her to try the chili chocolate flavored gelato. In which, she then made me try it too.. Verdict? Not a single tinge of chili at all. the&amp;nbsp;chocolaty&amp;nbsp;taste overwhelmed the chili i suppose.. Although there was a slight tingling coolness afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Shoe Hunt got me covering..&lt;br /&gt;313@Somerset, Wisma, Takashimaya (twice), Metro @ Paragon, Robinsons at The CentrePoint, and even Plaza Singapura, on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday brought me to Tampines Mall, Tampines 1, and Century Square.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no, it doesn't even end there.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday saw me heading back to Takashimaya for an Easy Spirit boot. On the way home, I popped by Robinsons at Raffles City to check out an itti &amp;amp; otto shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt at the end of all the hustle and bustle?&lt;br /&gt;Don't just look at the design of the shoe, try it if you like it. Reduces options when comfort level is taken into consideration before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;oh. &amp;amp; that the &lt;b&gt;Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch&lt;/b&gt; at Orchard Road is 99% nightclub. hahahaha! at least the look and feel of it. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWuuUlg76iw/Tz0cblHbAUI/AAAAAAAAADo/yJ_Ynd9gcjM/s1600/IMAG1428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWuuUlg76iw/Tz0cblHbAUI/AAAAAAAAADo/yJ_Ynd9gcjM/s320/IMAG1428.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;failed Domo! *sobs*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to do Domo for CNY, but as you can see.. My best efforts all went into my thumb. &amp;amp; even that was a really ugly sight. x_x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndWn4MGyKpY/Tz0caJvWdQI/AAAAAAAAADg/ari06NE6mnk/s1600/2012-01-24_13-50-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ndWn4MGyKpY/Tz0caJvWdQI/AAAAAAAAADg/ari06NE6mnk/s400/2012-01-24_13-50-02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gift for J's family when I bai nian on the 2nd day of CNY&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time bai nian at his place! Was quite awkward for me, although everyone was really friendly. I even received a red packet from J's eldest brother,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Nat&lt;/b&gt;! Doca's husband of course. ^^&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I put the instax into use! took some shots for Nat &amp;amp; Doca with their daughter, &lt;b&gt;McKayla&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really took me by surprise was that.. I didn't receive a red packet from J's parents. Now now now, don't take it the wrong way. It's not the money, but the meaning of the "紅包" or the "紅紙".. I grew up understanding that the red packet represents blessings. That it is not&amp;nbsp;auspicious/polite to refuse it when given. So I couldn't help but think.. "Does J's parents not like me?" .. "Is it because I'm not of the same religion as them?" .. and so on.. such thoughts and questions just wouldn't stop reeling in my head. After much thinking, I decided to simply assume that J's family culture is probably different. That red packets are for children and people who have yet to start working. After all.. the aren't as traditional as my family is. So.. heck! &lt;i&gt;*smiles*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMJrEKIbCEo/Tz0vyNHmVdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y23tq1hT3yA/s1600/IMAG1422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XMJrEKIbCEo/Tz0vyNHmVdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y23tq1hT3yA/s320/IMAG1422.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new boot! &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stomp with my new boots!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-6614843156461635921?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/6614843156461635921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-minute-shoe-hunt-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6614843156461635921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6614843156461635921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-minute-shoe-hunt-cny.html' title='Last Minute Shoe Hunt &amp; CNY.'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8tpmYXkZvKI/TzvfxO8eizI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eWi_K_S4uD0/s72-c/PicsArt_1328961686180.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-5192880743625719020</id><published>2012-01-29T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:21:42.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit me this CNY 2012!</title><content type='html'>Today I learnt to be even more flexible than I already am. &amp;amp; that even if everything doesn't go as planned, being in the company of great friends overrides almost everything else. There's not many things that can fight with fun &amp;amp; laughter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, love as well. *smiles*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a lunch thing, 12noon till evening about 5pm? But somehow.. everything got pushed to 11am till 1pm. ._. &lt;b&gt;Darren &lt;/b&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Frank &lt;/b&gt;was on time.. but... &lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kelly&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Xian Ze&lt;/b&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;.. not so. Haha. And everyone left at around 2pm or after. Shall let the photos speak for themselves. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408904_10150549932678654_592803653_8685307_1580626064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408904_10150549932678654_592803653_8685307_1580626064_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Models: Darren &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Frank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407775_10150549933208654_592803653_8685313_288481571_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/407775_10150549933208654_592803653_8685313_288481571_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Models: Darren &amp;amp; I .. again. lol&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Frank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/421993_10150549934693654_592803653_8685326_146407021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/421993_10150549934693654_592803653_8685326_146407021_n.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; here's Frank!&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Darren&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/429208_10150549935118654_592803653_8685330_1850616076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/429208_10150549935118654_592803653_8685330_1850616076_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;INSTAX! Taken with an instax mini 50s&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Frank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/417284_10150549935288654_592803653_8685332_675033449_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/417284_10150549935288654_592803653_8685332_675033449_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/404837_10150549935343654_592803653_8685333_975213024_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/404837_10150549935343654_592803653_8685333_975213024_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fave instax shots! Taken by Yours Truly. =P&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Frank&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;came by much later than planned.. but somehow, in between an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., a short swim (interrupted by an even shorter sudden downpour), cooking his own vege dish for dinner, cracking crabs for me to eat, a movie (Dolphin Tale), and even a dozen or so girlfriend sit-ups.. he still managed to make me feel so very &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;loved. hey, today was his &lt;b&gt;first time&lt;/b&gt; touching crabs! as in.. cracking them open for eating.. I don't know what to say/type.. I can only &lt;i&gt;smile like a foolish girl&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;madly in love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-5192880743625719020?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/5192880743625719020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/visit-me-this-cny-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/5192880743625719020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/5192880743625719020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/visit-me-this-cny-2012.html' title='Visit me this CNY 2012!'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-4834540376039354584</id><published>2012-01-26T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:22:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I read to &lt;b&gt;J&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;on January 8. My friends were sharing it over on facebook. If you can't read it, go figure. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人為什麼會背朝你睡&lt;br /&gt;因為她不喜歡看你的背影&lt;br /&gt;如果你以後抱著她睡&lt;br /&gt;她會安心一整個晚上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;女人把每一次的愛情&lt;br /&gt;當作是初戀&lt;br /&gt;也是這輩子最後一個來愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;女人那麼愛吃醋不是因為不相信你&lt;br /&gt;而是你在她心中太美好&lt;br /&gt;她不希望這種美好倒映在別的女人眼中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;深愛你的女人在沖你發火以後&lt;br /&gt;自己卻轉身不斷哭泣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;當女人頂著哭花的臉&lt;br /&gt;走在街上&lt;br /&gt;不管是不是有人在看她時&lt;br /&gt;她的心已經快要死了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;她只會對她愛的男人嘮叨&lt;br /&gt;也只會對她在乎的人耍性子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;她的任性 她的壞脾氣&lt;br /&gt;其實都只是在對你撒嬌&lt;br /&gt;希望你更重視她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;假若她不愛你&lt;br /&gt;她根本不會對你發火&lt;br /&gt;不會希望你去哄她&lt;br /&gt;更不會為你掉眼淚&lt;br /&gt;因為她不愛的人沒那本事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道&lt;br /&gt;當你離開她&lt;br /&gt;留下她獨自一人&lt;br /&gt;她有多大的期待和恐懼&lt;br /&gt;而這一切都只是因為她愛你&lt;br /&gt;而這一切都因為你還不夠懂她&lt;br /&gt;女人知道太多不該知道的事情&lt;br /&gt;男人不知道太多該知道的事情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於是.你們爭吵.你認為她脾氣不好.&lt;br /&gt;她認為你不夠遷就她……&lt;br /&gt;於是.你們冷戰.你以為她沒有完全接受你，&lt;br /&gt;她以為你不在乎她……&lt;br /&gt;請給她一個擁抱一個吻.用你的擁抱你的吻&lt;br /&gt;去化解她心裡的悲傷和眼角的淚水.&lt;br /&gt;因為她只是害怕你的冷漠、轉身和安靜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩個深愛的人在一起，就要&lt;br /&gt;互相包容，互相理解，互相體諒，互相信任，&lt;br /&gt;否則當你們真正失去時將會遺憾終生&lt;br /&gt;否則美好的未來也就在你們自己手中泯滅了！&lt;br /&gt;希望每一個男人都能夠好好珍惜陪伴在你身邊的女人&lt;br /&gt;她們為你付出過，不求回報 卻希望你們能夠讀懂，&lt;br /&gt;能夠牽著她們的手堅定地走下去&lt;br /&gt;不要讓愛你的女人流淚&lt;br /&gt;不要讓她傷心 更不要讓她絕望和死心！&lt;br /&gt;因為女人一旦真愛了，失去她愛著的人&lt;br /&gt;就意味著失去了整個世界...&lt;br /&gt;蔚&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-4834540376039354584?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/4834540376039354584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-what-i-read-to-j-on-january-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/4834540376039354584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/4834540376039354584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-what-i-read-to-j-on-january-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-2325120019776294552</id><published>2012-01-20T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:22:17.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheki! &amp; what fine work</title><content type='html'>The A &amp;amp; F store at Orchard Road is really like a nightclub. But more on that next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Breaking News!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have an instax mini 50s! WOOTS! No bluff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-l1H25eTwU/TylGuNY3dkI/AAAAAAAAACg/5jCK7qvLDAY/s1600/IMAG1378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-l1H25eTwU/TylGuNY3dkI/AAAAAAAAACg/5jCK7qvLDAY/s320/IMAG1378.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O14w2vJCsTQ/TylGsktO7HI/AAAAAAAAACY/bVQandmY_CY/s1600/IMAG1379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O14w2vJCsTQ/TylGsktO7HI/AAAAAAAAACY/bVQandmY_CY/s320/IMAG1379.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;チェキ！the instax mini 50s from Japan!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It's &lt;b&gt;J's&lt;/b&gt;. He bought it off someone whose girlfriend didn't want it anymore, because his (Jer's) girlfriend wanted one. haha! Then passed it to me for long-term loan. It's pre-loved.. so he didn't want to risk giving it to me.. in case my mummy doesn't take very kindly to how her daughter was given something that's second hand..&lt;i&gt; ahh~&lt;/i&gt; you know how the older generations work.. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you haven't already guess what the instax is sitting on.. it's a fine piece of work! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UICCKMvZby0/TyldXwwS_8I/AAAAAAAAACw/zHVFCDXMLyI/s1600/IMAG1389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UICCKMvZby0/TyldXwwS_8I/AAAAAAAAACw/zHVFCDXMLyI/s400/IMAG1389.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;$29 iKEA chair&lt;br /&gt;Built by J ♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwxRK8K2j_I/TyldVwcwkEI/AAAAAAAAACo/f4ngRH9gqRM/s1600/IMAG1404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NwxRK8K2j_I/TyldVwcwkEI/AAAAAAAAACo/f4ngRH9gqRM/s200/IMAG1404.jpg" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwS4lK_BDU/TyldeJ9QtuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/on8WpuciEHQ/s1600/IMAG1399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwS4lK_BDU/TyldeJ9QtuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/on8WpuciEHQ/s200/IMAG1399.jpg" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0w_ECXBKMlw/TyldhHxfUmI/AAAAAAAAADA/yM12H5UQcgU/s1600/IMAG1400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0w_ECXBKMlw/TyldhHxfUmI/AAAAAAAAADA/yM12H5UQcgU/s320/IMAG1400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;chair leg covers from Daiso (a set of 4)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leg covers are &lt;b&gt;super &lt;/b&gt;adorable aren't they? There's only 2 designs so far.. dusty pink apples &amp;amp; light blue strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMzANm4lsj8/TylhuYFVw0I/AAAAAAAAADI/k2vDSPjU-pw/s1600/IMAG1377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMzANm4lsj8/TylhuYFVw0I/AAAAAAAAADI/k2vDSPjU-pw/s320/IMAG1377.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;J's reward for helping me, even though it's on a Saturday night, is.. .. .. omurice with extra.. ketchup! &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;done with such care!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-2325120019776294552?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/2325120019776294552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheki-what-fine-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/2325120019776294552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/2325120019776294552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheki-what-fine-work.html' title='Cheki! &amp; what fine work'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-l1H25eTwU/TylGuNY3dkI/AAAAAAAAACg/5jCK7qvLDAY/s72-c/IMAG1378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-1825906062018079922</id><published>2012-01-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:20:14.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mBlog - black cab of death</title><content type='html'>An estimate of 11.7km from point A to point B&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11am&lt;br /&gt;Starting fare of $5&lt;br /&gt;Jumps by $0.33&lt;br /&gt;Total fare: $16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first cab of the new year, I did feel mighty Prestigious. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, wasn't in a foul mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Cha at Serangoon Gardens with the company. And as usual, I was the xiao mei mei. I only hope they won't grow sick &amp;amp; tired of me. Took a 9-shot picutre of the yu sheng halfway.. then accidentally pressed 'back'. And that was it. No need take photo liaos. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them play MJ, with disappointment.. because &lt;b&gt;J--&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;isn't around. From 2:30pm become 5:30pm.. which is the same as not appearing. Who wouldn't be sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-1825906062018079922?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/1825906062018079922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/mblog-black-cab-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/1825906062018079922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/1825906062018079922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/02/mblog-black-cab-of-death.html' title='mBlog - black cab of death'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-6486607105797318812</id><published>2012-01-17T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:23:04.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room hop till there's no more room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL9TumclVDQ/Tx-SnWM3mJI/AAAAAAAAACA/oNJJ-iV9MDo/s1600/2012-01-19_07-55-59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL9TumclVDQ/Tx-SnWM3mJI/AAAAAAAAACA/oNJJ-iV9MDo/s200/2012-01-19_07-55-59.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A bouquet for our 4th monthly-versary. And yes, I plucked out the lil bear when the bouquet was just 5mins in my hands. Haha! &lt;b&gt;J&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;was all O.O! then he got a lil pouty, cause I plucked out the bear before we took photos with it. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKEA meatballs and forest mushroom soup for dinner! Sooooo good~ though, I felt really bad, cause Jer's vegetarian, so food choices were really reallllllyyy limited. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; I thought he wouldn't be full, but end up.. I had to finish his soup for him... ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at iKEA cause I wanted to eat meatballs and get a chair with a back to use as my computer chair. J wanted to just go grab a chair and go, cause he wanted to finish as much marking as he can. Which, although he wasn't to blame, was really sad. Where got people go on a monthly-versary celebration date and make it a touch and go thing? It's like.. "hey, we've got to keep this short. I've got something more important to do." Was really sad.. BUT! things turned out well in the end. &lt;i&gt;*smiles*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with many laughs and smiles. &amp;amp; memories for keeping. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7ImNAQ3sC4/Tx-OA5nac_I/AAAAAAAAABU/3IEQJFpzY1I/s1600/4+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7ImNAQ3sC4/Tx-OA5nac_I/AAAAAAAAABU/3IEQJFpzY1I/s400/4+shot.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiYFAU32SFI/TyDjZu_LpjI/AAAAAAAAACI/KTzuXlMZF0Q/s1600/4+shot+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiYFAU32SFI/TyDjZu_LpjI/AAAAAAAAACI/KTzuXlMZF0Q/s400/4+shot+2.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;peek-a-boo in rainbow!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1A7OzvZASr4/Tx-OAEN-TjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QwAsq2rdyY4/s1600/2+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1A7OzvZASr4/Tx-OAEN-TjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QwAsq2rdyY4/s400/2+shot.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*GASP!*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best times I've had in iKEA. =]&lt;br /&gt;Headed to GIANT after getting my $29 chair. &amp;amp; got hooks for my starlight! Will post up a picture when I get around to putting up the light. hahaha! &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! J brought along the DIY Lomo I got for him. He built it up just yesterday, so he could use it today. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uERlSCOw0vo/Tx-QG3nccpI/AAAAAAAAABk/_hk1rEoYiaI/s1600/IMG-20120116-WA0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uERlSCOw0vo/Tx-QG3nccpI/AAAAAAAAABk/_hk1rEoYiaI/s320/IMG-20120116-WA0006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcyLHDhmOh0/Tx-QGU14V1I/AAAAAAAAABg/fU_cYFuE5-A/s1600/IMG-20120116-WA0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcyLHDhmOh0/Tx-QGU14V1I/AAAAAAAAABg/fU_cYFuE5-A/s320/IMG-20120116-WA0004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UkPLd8pNv0/Tx-QHXpN5mI/AAAAAAAAABs/o0JOJXnamvE/s1600/IMG-20120116-WA0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UkPLd8pNv0/Tx-QHXpN5mI/AAAAAAAAABs/o0JOJXnamvE/s320/IMG-20120116-WA0007.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ruS2xXaFPw/Tx-QH3niSvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rNxDKvzpp2w/s1600/IMG-20120116-WA0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ruS2xXaFPw/Tx-QH3niSvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rNxDKvzpp2w/s320/IMG-20120116-WA0013.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pictures turn out well. Though.. ISO200 film.. not very good for indoor shots. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the night ends with.. "guess what I found when I got home!?" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgB5SyiH2fM/TyD2Pttja9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gLBzy2z3rYI/s1600/IMAG1309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgB5SyiH2fM/TyD2Pttja9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gLBzy2z3rYI/s400/IMAG1309.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a letter from SPH&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter telling me to go over and collect the dress I won from Seventeen's Dressabelle giveaway in the November 2011 issue. I checked to see exactly which dress I won, &amp;amp; here's the irony. I bought the same dress for $14 during Dressabelle's Boxing Day private sale event. *&lt;i&gt;palm-meets-forehead&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it was a lovely surprise when I got home. Teehee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe in the future..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-6486607105797318812?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/6486607105797318812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/room-hop-till-theres-no-more-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6486607105797318812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6486607105797318812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/room-hop-till-theres-no-more-room.html' title='Room hop till there&apos;s no more room.'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL9TumclVDQ/Tx-SnWM3mJI/AAAAAAAAACA/oNJJ-iV9MDo/s72-c/2012-01-19_07-55-59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-6774779319715571624</id><published>2012-01-16T18:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:23:18.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mBlogging - Xena of the West</title><content type='html'>Attended &lt;b&gt;J's &lt;/b&gt;JC class gathering. Was at one of his classmate's home at West Coast Rise. Which would explain part of the post's title. The other part? It's &lt;b&gt;Xena&lt;/b&gt;! Haha. &lt;b&gt;Joel's &lt;/b&gt;goldie-mix-collie dog. She's a beauty. Didn't get a picture thou... her features were seriously distracting. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone present brought their other half.. execpt one guy who was.. needless to say, single. He's has a really huge appetite though. Coupled with awesome food. =D Hmm.. don't quite remember his name..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, the host was really amusing. He's a little like my neighbor, YX. He kept the conversations going. Constantly asking about how each couple got to know each other. And how the guy-with-the-big-appetite's date is Xena. Haha! &amp;amp; this is the part where I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people start to 'sterotype' when they learn of a couple, having met online.&lt;br /&gt;Not many can famthom the slightest true reason, why a young girl would meet strangers she got to know of online.&lt;br /&gt;Some people may not say it, but the slightest change in expressions and the jaw hanging slightly ajar. It's more than enough to guess what they're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Next time, my story will be;&lt;br /&gt;We started as besties &amp;amp; we are still besties. With romance. =]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end off with a picture of Xena! Courtesy of her owner. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btP6mUzkMSQ/TxaZmXpSXlI/AAAAAAAAABA/W-RH7fsrKqQ/s1600/IMG-20120118-WA0000-1-1-777041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698911262945205842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btP6mUzkMSQ/TxaZmXpSXlI/AAAAAAAAABA/W-RH7fsrKqQ/s400/IMG-20120118-WA0000-1-1-777041.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-6774779319715571624?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/6774779319715571624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6774779319715571624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/6774779319715571624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='mBlogging - Xena of the West'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-btP6mUzkMSQ/TxaZmXpSXlI/AAAAAAAAABA/W-RH7fsrKqQ/s72-c/IMG-20120118-WA0000-1-1-777041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-8539782739177049489</id><published>2012-01-10T00:52:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:23:27.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mBlogging - First weekend of 2012</title><content type='html'>Busy! Although I was just DragonNest-ing most of the Saturday away, Sunday was a heck of a ride. In an awesome way of course. &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped my dad buy 4D.. my first time ever, buying something like that. Walked half way to loyang point, started to rain.. -.- and when i looked up in front, it was a huge patch of blue. Made me -.-" knowing that the rain was just behind me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had a hair cut later at night.. first time I've ever regretted letting my aunt cut my hair an inch or 2 shorter. My duck tails are all back and multiplying by the days! Sigh.. waiting for my hair to grow out again... Won't be layering my hair anytime soon either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;had to send his dad to the airport by 8am.. so he dropped by with handmade sandwich brekkie afterwards. I kindda overslept.. so Jer came in while i was sleeping.. was sleeping on a matress on the floor cause i let my Grams have the bed. So... When Jer 'laid down' next to my matress, i turned and opened my eyes a lil.. wondering what's moving.. got a shock for a wake up call. Haha. But I felt really happy, seeing him. Realizing that 'hey! It's him!' And that it wasn't just a dream. &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was having a bad dream.. cause I found my fist clenched, with my nails pressed so deep into my palm there was a lil blood under my skin. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;" Makes me wonder.. just exactly what was I dreaming about? Had the lovely sandwich and tried reading a chinese FB post I shared, to him. It's one of those posts trying to explain the meaning behind a girl's actions. Will share it later.. in a bit. &lt;i&gt;*smiles*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer had a meeting to attend in the afternoon, but he came by again to bring me go eat Pepper Lunch! &amp;amp; to do up my OCBC account. He's vegetarian, and Pepper Lunch no longer serves vege meals.. So.. guess what we did to our Chicken Pepper Rice with Egg.. I ate the meat, he had the rice + corn + egg. hahaha! That's one way around the obstacle of eating together. &lt;i&gt;*grins*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer &amp;amp; I dropped by TM to check out the shop that does personalizing, opened by my sec school classmate's family. No fate ah~~~ it was closed for a 30min break. T-T so we skipped that and went to Häagen Dazs to get an ice cream cake, Lover's Concerto, 1kg with belgian chocolate ice cream. Received many 'ang paos' with vouchers. There was even a 20% voucher for the cake! Haha! Used it on the spot, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YSzQuerbQU/TxHCXtUtk1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ny2fflrN3lU/s1600/IMAG1290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YSzQuerbQU/TxHCXtUtk1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ny2fflrN3lU/s320/IMAG1290.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken with my HTC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the reunion steamboat dinner, my dad's side. As usual, my room was the place of gathering. The living room/dining room? The place to eat and listen to the adults busying around with the exchange of CNY goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bj3NXyWPks/TxG_0UGQFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s-3LhJj7mOc/s1600/IMAG1259.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="379" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9bj3NXyWPks/TxG_0UGQFDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s-3LhJj7mOc/s640/IMAG1259.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is why i say "i need a bigger room". Irregardless of occasion, people are attracted to my room. Especially kids. Sigh.. can you believe that I'm super OCD with regards to the cleanliness of my bed? So not a good match, kids &amp;amp; keeping my bed clean. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;But hey, depending on occasion, I can overlook that. So... Not to bad la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7tKcF1ihzU/Tx17in9FhqI/AAAAAAAAABI/t0jXyH0VI0Q/s1600/IMG-20120123-WA0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7tKcF1ihzU/Tx17in9FhqI/AAAAAAAAABI/t0jXyH0VI0Q/s400/IMG-20120123-WA0001.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lover's Concerto (1kg; belgian chocolate)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated &lt;b&gt;Ann Ann&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;Wei Wei&lt;/b&gt;'s birthday (twins).. I happened to see on FB that it was their birthday. Came up with the ice cream cake idea, did the choosing &amp;amp; buying, and &lt;b&gt;小姑姑&lt;/b&gt; paid for it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girls were surprised and so was everyone else.. when their eyes fell on the cake. Left and right, everyone was saying "everyone take one spoonful each can already". My mummy was laughing the loudest some more. -.- Was defending myself, saying that i was asked to buy a 500g one instead. Lucky never buy, else sure not enough. Cause in the end.. there were leftovers, which i finished the next day.. -_-!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a great laugh though. It was pretty awesome. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laughter rings throughout..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-8539782739177049489?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/8539782739177049489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/mblogging-first-weekend-of-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/8539782739177049489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/8539782739177049489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/mblogging-first-weekend-of-2012.html' title='mBlogging - First weekend of 2012'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YSzQuerbQU/TxHCXtUtk1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ny2fflrN3lU/s72-c/IMAG1290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-826964151619659189</id><published>2012-01-04T03:40:00.092+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:23:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one WICKED musical</title><content type='html'>Had a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;tremendously&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wicked time @ the Grand Theater at Marina Bay Sands. Am really proud of myself for being one of the 10 lucky people who won a pair of B reserve tickets (worth $145/tix) from &lt;a href="http://asiaone.com/"&gt;asiaone&lt;/a&gt;! Thank you asiaone!&lt;br /&gt;Did a google search after getting home from the musical, to see how many tickets asiaone gave away, and found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SBSnVMaSIPI/TwM6TKWE9tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pJ5gIbikHe4/s1600/ScreenHunter_01+Jan.+04+01.25.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SBSnVMaSIPI/TwM6TKWE9tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pJ5gIbikHe4/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Jan.+04+01.25.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;screenshot from &lt;a href="http://creative.asiaone.com/2011/IA/wicked_IA111005/contest.html" target="_blank"&gt;asiaone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now on to WICKED: The Broadway Musical!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekday showtime is 7:30pm, with a gentle reminder that everyone should try to arrive 15 minutes early or at least be seated by the start of the musical. There's was a&amp;nbsp;security&amp;nbsp;screening (bag check) and &lt;b&gt;J&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;had a bag with all our&amp;nbsp;valuables, water bottle, and two plain inari sushi (stuffed them in our mouth while going through the bag check. Was hilarious, talking to the security with our mouths stuffed with sushi. Hahaha! xD Well, security only reminded us that drinking, even if it's your personal water bottle, is not allowed in the theater. Then we had to each hold our own tickets for them to scan. Nope, no tearing or stubs. We got to keep the tickets as they are, yay! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/398009_10150470853094580_672484579_8925738_899102594_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/398009_10150470853094580_672484579_8925738_899102594_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the stage from my B reserve seat (3rd row from the back, 3rd seat from the left)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Theater wasn't quite what I expected (in size and a little in appearance).. Looking at the name and the location.. How can I not picture a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;grand &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;theater at &lt;b&gt;marina bay sands&lt;/b&gt;? The place was a lot smaller than what I had imagined. But no matter! The musical was GRAND. The bat-like thing at the top of the stage isn't a bat. It's a &lt;b&gt;dragon&lt;/b&gt;! Not that I want to spoil anything, but the dragon &lt;i&gt;moves&lt;/i&gt; at the start of the musical and somewhere between. Don't miss it!&lt;br /&gt;The musical runs for 2 hours 30 minutes, not including a 15/20-minute intermission. I think my seat was perfect. At least for me.. Right in the middle of Door 3 and 2, at the back with a full and straight view of the entire "Time Dragon Clock" stage. Meaning.. I didn't have to crane my neck to look at the dragon. Haha! And because I was so near the doors, I was the first out of the theater and in the ladies. No queue! *&lt;i&gt;grins&lt;/i&gt;* The downside? Couldn't quite make out the expressions of the cast. :(&lt;br /&gt;No worries though! Audio quality isn't affected. So.. as long as you pay attention to the tones and the lyrics of the songs, it'll still be a wonderful experience. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Got to love "Defying Gravity".. Though, I still prefer the Glee version and the&amp;nbsp;original cast for Elphaba,&amp;nbsp;Idina Menzel. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7yREujbng/TwzWPyTq9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NvJAXvDrVjw/s1600/IMG-20120108-WA0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NC7yREujbng/TwzWPyTq9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NvJAXvDrVjw/s400/IMG-20120108-WA0006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;WICKED souvenir program book ($20)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jer bought the souvenir program book ($20) as a keepsake, for our first musical together. There were things like T-shirts, keychains ($12!!), hooded jackets, stationery, and etc, for sale just outside the theater. Or you could check out their &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusicalstore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;online store&lt;/a&gt; if you missed it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for prata after the musical @ simpang bedok. My tummy was growling and bugging me to feed it. Which in turn, made Jer worried and wanting to feed me. Haha! He was really tired though. But we both agreed that feeling sleepy at work the next day is totally worth it. *&lt;i&gt;smiles&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight, my wicked ~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/397345136149309879-826964151619659189?l=invisibleloner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wickedthemusical.com.sg/' title='one WICKED musical'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/feeds/826964151619659189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-wicked-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/826964151619659189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/397345136149309879/posts/default/826964151619659189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisibleloner.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-wicked-musical.html' title='one WICKED musical'/><author><name>Joycelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05293001554892613300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SBSnVMaSIPI/TwM6TKWE9tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pJ5gIbikHe4/s72-c/ScreenHunter_01+Jan.+04+01.25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-397345136149309879.post-9036495349152990828</id><published>2012-01-01T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:23:55.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Rides On Faith ..</title><content type='html'>Let's start by stating a known fact; it's 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 of the new year. It's either a special day, or just another day in this journey of life. Most would probably be sleeping in on this day, largely due to over-the-top&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;partaayyy-ing~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on New Year's Eve 2011. There's also those who didn't go to the extreme, and has plans today. Others could be going about their stuffs like nothing has changed. (in which, other than a number, what has actually changed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably fall in the last group. The way I felt that nothing changed on my birthday in Nov 2011, is how I feel about today. I slept in even though I didn't do any partying of any sort. Found time today to doing nothing but play my online mmorpg Dragon Nest SEA, which I have been neglecting waaaaay.. too much. But then, I stopped cause I had to start thinking about a smoke bomb &lt;b&gt;J&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;threw. Lunch with his relatives doesn't sound bad at all. But given my current state.. It's a really bad plan. I can only hope that tomorrow, I'll keep smiling. Dinner though was a smoke bomb he received. And after hearing his initial plans, I feel a little sad. Yet it can go in ways more than one. After everything, just send me home..&lt;br /&gt;cause of my ttotm and I'll get home faster to do my own things / rest?&lt;br /&gt;cause I feel awkward having dinner with his family?&lt;br /&gt;cause he is just that.. plain? (don't know what word to use to describe.. ._.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess I should just think the nicer thought right? Now throw in the dinner and I'm on my own. I'm no longer a kid, so why do I need someone with me where ever I go? I'm&amp;nbsp;definitely depending on him too much. &lt;b&gt;CONFIRM&lt;/b&gt;. I wonder, why is it that he can be so dependable.. yet so undependable at the same time. Maybe he's those "husband material, cannot be boyfriend material" type. Maybe it's cause this is new to him, so he doesn't know quite how to act / think. Maybe he did think about it, but didn't have the chance to let me know / forgot. It IS only human to err. He's not perfect &amp;amp; neither am I. Yet.. .. .. .. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. maybe. &lt;i&gt;maybe.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;maybe.&lt;/b&gt; At the end of the day, I still don't know. And I'm still where I am.&lt;br /&gt;Do I somehow have faith that it'll work out in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. 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