<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 16:07:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Kisses from A Broken Heart</title><description></description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-2648851651233980131</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T03:01:39.539+08:00</atom:updated><title>Its time like this</title><description>that makes me think that perhaps, when I had thoughts of running away from home in the past, should really happen. Rather than swallowing my bitter sorrows alone silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than shedding tears, that only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to think of it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its traumatizing. Knowing that its my character, and this is how I live my way, and yet, people failed to understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing surprising, everyone has their misunderstandings. But sometimes, such things are better to be cleared, rather that allowing it to mount up and then tension starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate how people failed to understand the things I've done, and yet getting reprimanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how when I felt something is wrong, and me, trying to sort things out, got into trouble, and yes, got the fair share of scoldings innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other party? Oh, she went away scot free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when I chose to ignore things, with that "Being ignorant is bliss" motto, and started to be oblivious to the surroundings, people start naming you, again. Yes, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this could go on forever, till I enter my grave, then most probably, it would stop there and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help but to conclude, whatever I've done, be it right or wrong, I'm still known as the wrong party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a vivid example came into mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, a girl went out partying, with a tube that fully bares her back. But the front was fully covered. Then she gotten hell lots of slashing, and name calling. Woot! For goodness sake, this girl only wore it once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the other one, wearing just 2 piece, namely, bikini, to work. And what did she get?&lt;strike&gt; Yes slashings too. &lt;/strike&gt;You bet she got that, my foot! Instead, nothing was being said. And for your information, that's like on a daily basis. Wow, what's the world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with things like this, I truly want to stay out in every issue, and just live my life as it is, being part of the whole team, silently. Not wanting to be known, but at least, done my part or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I was just told, I did not done my part as a daughter and a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wee!!! Tell me again how great life is. I need another reminder, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were capable of making me into this world, think again, you could jolly well be the reason why I'm out of this world too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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I like!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnUYAPU8sI/AAAAAAAAEJs/O6SwTxcR1og/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnUYAPU8sI/AAAAAAAAEJs/O6SwTxcR1og/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317014343933817538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to this restuarant to eat those mouth watering Xiao Long Bao. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnTVtOe13I/AAAAAAAAEJc/9k6UEDW4dXs/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnTVtOe13I/AAAAAAAAEJc/9k6UEDW4dXs/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317013204958631794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you know, being there during the winter season is absolutely freezing. Having nice hot delicacies is like a blessing. The juice inside the Xiao Long Bao is #@*$&amp;amp;&amp;amp;T*$&amp;amp;# NICE!!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnUJQKomYI/AAAAAAAAEJk/ZyIRQy9gaCI/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnUJQKomYI/AAAAAAAAEJk/ZyIRQy9gaCI/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317014090511063426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so juicy la. With just one bite in your mouth, you totally can feel the liquid bursting out flavors in your oral cavity. So Sinful!!! *I'm like totally drooling while typing this*&lt;br /&gt;I was melting away while eating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, being a soupy person, I ordered another kind of bao. I don't know what's the name of this. But anyway, its so wonderful. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnVXsFqaGI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/F68NzpWPO_A/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnVXsFqaGI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/F68NzpWPO_A/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317015438036199522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You don't eat the whole bao. You merely suck the soup out of it, using a straw. But you gotta be damn careful, because high risk of burning your tongue. During winter period, there is an additional ingredient to it, and its the hairy crab meat. So you get to taste bits and pieces of it in this soup. It is just so wonderful, that I just want to fly over there for my lunch and come back to Singapore again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the only food that contains the hairy crab. There is this innocent looking fried hairy crab ball. Its like fried sotong ball or fried fish ball that kind.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnXowrNbTI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/J30fV9AxQZY/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnXowrNbTI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/J30fV9AxQZY/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317017930348457266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the outer appearance, it looks like you can just munch the whole of it one shot, like how we do with our fishball. Simply bite it into half and munch. But never ever try to do it to this look-deceiving food here. Just like Xiao Long Bao, there's juicy juice in it, in which, its way hotter than Xiao Long Bao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you eat Xiao Long Bao right, the juice inside will not burn your tongue. But this hairy crab ball, the juice is freaking hot, that it will totally hurt you. So the trick to eating this, is to bite it slowly, bit by bit. And when you are nearing the centre of it, suck out the juice, so that it has no way to hurt you. Thing is, I still got burnt. My eyes were brimming with tears immediately.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnX33zGRbI/AAAAAAAAEKE/sAmCEmYVZ3A/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnX33zGRbI/AAAAAAAAEKE/sAmCEmYVZ3A/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317018189958628786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The generous amount of crabmeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about the hairy crab (damn, I really want to eat it now), there is this restuarant which is a short distance away from my hotel that sells it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnfIfryNsI/AAAAAAAAEKM/HOMOfKaBQGA/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnfIfryNsI/AAAAAAAAEKM/HOMOfKaBQGA/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317026172124673730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hairy crabs are really small in size. And there is really not much meat inside. Having said that, the meats that are present in there are so soft, softer than those you had in Singapore. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnfRftux8I/AAAAAAAAEKU/tcqLEnBmobs/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnfRftux8I/AAAAAAAAEKU/tcqLEnBmobs/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317026326751659970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its delicious. If you must, choose the female one because the egg is the best part of it. I ate this like for 3 nights straight as supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is pretty much like those steamboat restuarant that we see locally. There's a variety of food, and you get to pick your favorites. The difference is that you do not do the cooking. They do it for you. So besides the Hairy crabs, we picked oysters too. And they freaking cooked the oysters in front of you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScngDcf_ktI/AAAAAAAAEKk/5X8luOaKVe0/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScngDcf_ktI/AAAAAAAAEKk/5X8luOaKVe0/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317027184882193106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought oysters were meant to eat raw. Squeeze a little lemon and your oyster is ready. But over here in China, they cooked it. They add their special blended chilli and what's not. And viola, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScngkfC-RgI/AAAAAAAAEKs/1bYsrKcjMw4/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScngkfC-RgI/AAAAAAAAEKs/1bYsrKcjMw4/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317027752501462530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those things are ready to be consume. I did not snap a picture of the cooked oysters because I was busy eating it. It has to be eaten hot. So sweet la I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time, when we were at another part of China (sorry, I seriously can't remembered the name, but its definitely not Shanghai), I spotted this Banana Bamboo Shoots. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnhUzLGYgI/AAAAAAAAEK0/rRbxLCOoRHk/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnhUzLGYgI/AAAAAAAAEK0/rRbxLCOoRHk/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317028582537978370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnhxi-NaUI/AAAAAAAAEK8/rNa6lb7w1rw/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnhxi-NaUI/AAAAAAAAEK8/rNa6lb7w1rw/s400/IMG_0965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317029076405152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered one of it, and understood the reason why its named as it is. Its pretty obvious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnjVlGo2wI/AAAAAAAAELE/LME_p-Ifu8E/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnjVlGo2wI/AAAAAAAAELE/LME_p-Ifu8E/s400/IMG_0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317030794964294402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But it tasted just like corn, albeit a little worse than it. Which goes to say, I threw it after a few bites. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot that I also had this fish head soup. Its totally different from what we had in Singapore. For one, its not spicy. And secondly, its really a big potion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnkCEygw8I/AAAAAAAAELM/fZlVHmBV40U/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnkCEygw8I/AAAAAAAAELM/fZlVHmBV40U/s400/IMG_1372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031559384056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnkbjmbPnI/AAAAAAAAELU/v2EOwlGAXmA/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnkbjmbPnI/AAAAAAAAELU/v2EOwlGAXmA/s400/IMG_1371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317031997151592050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, no matter how I take the picture, it just fail to justify the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also tried something that lots of peeps warn me about eating. Its smelly tofu.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnkon8_StI/AAAAAAAAELc/QK2ANf53p6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnkon8_StI/AAAAAAAAELc/QK2ANf53p6Y/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317032221658270418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnk06R7tnI/AAAAAAAAELk/kq2ZmfBG-cA/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnk06R7tnI/AAAAAAAAELk/kq2ZmfBG-cA/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317032432736384626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScntDk0-uDI/AAAAAAAAEMk/aV7YBBElTTg/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScntDk0-uDI/AAAAAAAAEMk/aV7YBBElTTg/s400/P1010090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317041480768862258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really stinks la. But damn, its also very delicious. So I rather focus on the taste that the odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also gluttinous balls that we tried. And its so much bigger than Singapore. There is like so many varieties of it. If I didn't remember wrongly, there is also one which contain meat. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnlHgJsKwI/AAAAAAAAELs/5D07QtPZ_vU/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnlHgJsKwI/AAAAAAAAELs/5D07QtPZ_vU/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317032752140004098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cooked the different flavors together in one pot, and the amazing thing is, they are able to identify which is which. All of them look the same to me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnoyX_bomI/AAAAAAAAEL0/xd2llYRNjGk/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnoyX_bomI/AAAAAAAAEL0/xd2llYRNjGk/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317036787218752098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnpk9l413I/AAAAAAAAEL8/j8fuGq9m5DE/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnpk9l413I/AAAAAAAAEL8/j8fuGq9m5DE/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317037656305620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had my share in fast food too. Went to KFC, and noticed that the KFC there has more burgers than chicken. And I thought it was supposed to be the other way round. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnp-uudsrI/AAAAAAAAEME/H95JHTbUn4s/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnp-uudsrI/AAAAAAAAEME/H95JHTbUn4s/s400/IMG_0975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317038098991657650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had this portugese egg tart which I often see in when I watched the MTV channel. And I finally got a taste of it. It was really awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnqgb3_t0I/AAAAAAAAEMM/GtBu7csZElY/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scnqgb3_t0I/AAAAAAAAEMM/GtBu7csZElY/s400/IMG_0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317038678046914370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been to KFC, I had also made my way to McDonald.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnrHhbd4PI/AAAAAAAAEMU/Yfyt5x4C8pA/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnrHhbd4PI/AAAAAAAAEMU/Yfyt5x4C8pA/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317039349552767218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there, I had my share of yam and peach pie. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnrsEBLdzI/AAAAAAAAEMc/n_YJjXzAHho/s1600-h/P1000716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnrsEBLdzI/AAAAAAAAEMc/n_YJjXzAHho/s400/P1000716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317039977313040178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate apple pie. I do not like the taste of it. There was once when I was in Larkin, I ate Mc Banana pie, and its tasted so good. I love bananas. And peach is also one of my favorite fruit because its so so sweet. Yam is my ultimate dessert. So it pretty much tempt me to franchise the whole China McDonald over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sums up what a glutton I was when I was in China. Now typing this post makes me really hungry. And I'm beginning to think of all the exotic food I once had before. My favorite is the Korean Live Octopus. I show you one video from youtube here. You people must try!!! The sweetness of it is unexplainable. Whoever know Singapore got sell this Octopus thingy, please please tell me.&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTjBFI4VVys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTjBFI4VVys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Arigato Gozaimasu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-8666309430590208285?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/glutton-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScnUYAPU8sI/AAAAAAAAEJs/O6SwTxcR1og/s72-c/IMG_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-3224749394838062694</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 09:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T17:29:55.018+08:00</atom:updated><title>Random</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SciktcMnuJI/AAAAAAAAEIE/9lxHqpQjQvs/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+825+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SciktcMnuJI/AAAAAAAAEIE/9lxHqpQjQvs/s400/makeup+portfolio+825+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316680460681066642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A random shot. A random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My naughty lil' cousin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScilFx5fHSI/AAAAAAAAEIM/tds0XqK9qgk/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+838+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScilFx5fHSI/AAAAAAAAEIM/tds0XqK9qgk/s400/makeup+portfolio+838+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316680878823251234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Started with him playing computer games alone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scilf1uXmPI/AAAAAAAAEIU/8gbSWm8Bdw0/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+843+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scilf1uXmPI/AAAAAAAAEIU/8gbSWm8Bdw0/s400/makeup+portfolio+843+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316681326526961906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, his elder brother took over.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sciluq6bwPI/AAAAAAAAEIc/S3IPw_WCTaM/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+842+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sciluq6bwPI/AAAAAAAAEIc/S3IPw_WCTaM/s400/makeup+portfolio+842+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316681581322813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, he started harassing my G10.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scil3RTvFyI/AAAAAAAAEIk/clto5r1XllM/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+844+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scil3RTvFyI/AAAAAAAAEIk/clto5r1XllM/s400/makeup+portfolio+844+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316681729068439330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScimIFsyncI/AAAAAAAAEIs/GnP8YdU6DJw/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+845+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScimIFsyncI/AAAAAAAAEIs/GnP8YdU6DJw/s400/makeup+portfolio+845+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682018010078658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scimc9cYnMI/AAAAAAAAEI0/zeXUrRdHCQg/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+846+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scimc9cYnMI/AAAAAAAAEI0/zeXUrRdHCQg/s400/makeup+portfolio+846+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682376571034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScimhESKp0I/AAAAAAAAEI8/64Aim7HHopQ/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+847+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScimhESKp0I/AAAAAAAAEI8/64Aim7HHopQ/s400/makeup+portfolio+847+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682447126701890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scim7zomSoI/AAAAAAAAEJM/-NYeRddJiSo/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+848+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scim7zomSoI/AAAAAAAAEJM/-NYeRddJiSo/s400/makeup+portfolio+848+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682906513853058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Styling my hair~ -_-'' He was spritzing away my spray non-stop and laughing evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScimoXT3EfI/AAAAAAAAEJE/-RlrkDdw6yw/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+849+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScimoXT3EfI/AAAAAAAAEJE/-RlrkDdw6yw/s400/makeup+portfolio+849+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316682572493165042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then, my camera battery died. Being with him drains out energy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scinj_R3jVI/AAAAAAAAEJU/bOzE-tOSDrg/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+850+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Scinj_R3jVI/AAAAAAAAEJU/bOzE-tOSDrg/s400/makeup+portfolio+850+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316683596834508114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-3224749394838062694?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SciktcMnuJI/AAAAAAAAEIE/9lxHqpQjQvs/s72-c/makeup+portfolio+825+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-4142345394402536961</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T14:18:47.368+08:00</atom:updated><title>A corny convo</title><description>went like this when I hopped into a cab one day, which leaves me rolling my eyes for uncountable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver: Good afternoon. Where to?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Commonwealth MRT station&lt;br /&gt;TD: Which part of it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? What do you mean which part? I want to go to Commonwealth MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;TD: Commonwealth is a long stretch of road. Where you want to go? Got Clementi, Queenstown and so on..&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... There is only one Commonwealth MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;TD: Yea la, Commonwealth is very long road leh. Where la?&lt;br /&gt;Me: COMMONWEALTH MRT STATION. M-R-T STATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;TD: Orh... I thought you just said you want go Commonwealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah really, I was so tempted to alight from the cab because this uncle is so damn blur! Was my "MRT station" so difficult for him to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story: Dig your ear on a regular basis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-3722914120408137425?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-swear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/ScJTdNocZNI/AAAAAAAAEH8/a7gfOkl0t8w/s72-c/makeup+portfolio+819+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-8661120560864119592</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T23:49:44.869+08:00</atom:updated><title>I miss</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbaH-UaXr0I/AAAAAAAAEGs/jSRGP5u3SCA/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbaH-UaXr0I/AAAAAAAAEGs/jSRGP5u3SCA/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311582315231031106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sea of clouds that I saw when I was on my way to Shanghai. Captured this beautiful sky when it was sunset. Now, I'm so going to capture another picture like this again on end of April. This time round, I'm flying to London. Tickets booked!!! Yes yes yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Counting down now. Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-8661120560864119592?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbaH-UaXr0I/AAAAAAAAEGs/jSRGP5u3SCA/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-371614357788227775</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-08T14:19:44.099+08:00</atom:updated><title>Madame Tussauds</title><description>So, my dearest bitch came out with a spontaneous idea of going to Europe, and was excitedly telling me about how much she wanted to visit the wax museum. In which I know she was referring to Madame Tussauds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I began to realise that I did not post my wonderful experience of Madame Tussauds when I was in Shanghai. Bitchy, here's a peek of how it look like inside, though, you said its different from the UK one. Its about the same, woman! Nonetheless, I will still visit Madame Tussauds with you when we are in London ok? Love!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNYW7DJGFI/AAAAAAAAED0/mLncZ9ym__Q/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNYW7DJGFI/AAAAAAAAED0/mLncZ9ym__Q/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310685536431183954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and I were posing as wax figure. Look stupid, but what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there, everyone poses with fax figures. Who wouldn't want to get close to celebrities? So what if they are fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNaEK6ZK_I/AAAAAAAAED8/FLdkHZXZfNk/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNaEK6ZK_I/AAAAAAAAED8/FLdkHZXZfNk/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310687413295197170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I began to take picture with Cecilia Chung. Gorgeous figure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNaqc8IfbI/AAAAAAAAEEE/UeFIkXXCCNM/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNaqc8IfbI/AAAAAAAAEEE/UeFIkXXCCNM/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688070969359794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there was this woman who was really kind to volunteer to help me take snapshots of Cecilia and me. Problem is...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNa4SLhn7I/AAAAAAAAEEM/WtGdP1YT8i4/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNa4SLhn7I/AAAAAAAAEEM/WtGdP1YT8i4/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688308599300018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She does not know her limit. She kept shooting and shooting, and man, I was really getting a little pissed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNbUg0U99I/AAAAAAAAEEU/WjtmMOUaN0o/s1600-h/P1000994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNbUg0U99I/AAAAAAAAEEU/WjtmMOUaN0o/s400/P1000994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688793564870610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said, "STOP IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, she totally did not listen to me. Ahh, whatever you wax figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I spotted the legendary &lt;strike&gt;Bruised&lt;/strike&gt; Bruce Lee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNbwEzprvI/AAAAAAAAEEc/-OBDskxlR3U/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNbwEzprvI/AAAAAAAAEEc/-OBDskxlR3U/s400/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689267082178290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Cruise is just so handsome, and Alex, look like a wax himself here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNcP3-CLgI/AAAAAAAAEEs/9mbSGZOrtAY/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNcP3-CLgI/AAAAAAAAEEs/9mbSGZOrtAY/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689813391879682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shucks, got caught for peeking at Nicole's cleavage.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNdLCxgDMI/AAAAAAAAEE0/AvR4iuUrpd0/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNdLCxgDMI/AAAAAAAAEE0/AvR4iuUrpd0/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310690829904383170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But while I envy her awesome figure, some people turn into their fantasy world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNdZT5COxI/AAAAAAAAEE8/NOTceQfsbQA/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNdZT5COxI/AAAAAAAAEE8/NOTceQfsbQA/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310691075017554706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuyoh, what was he thinking?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNd2JDRjrI/AAAAAAAAEFE/PIYE5De-wnI/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNd2JDRjrI/AAAAAAAAEFE/PIYE5De-wnI/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310691570323918514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone please tell him, that love can't be forced. So stop fantasizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao Ming is really tall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNeUVLq5mI/AAAAAAAAEFM/CBQ5A1ayK-M/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNeUVLq5mI/AAAAAAAAEFM/CBQ5A1ayK-M/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692088976434786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And its really tiring to have a game of ball with him. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNedYkzQ5I/AAAAAAAAEFU/uA3uyyAsTYE/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNedYkzQ5I/AAAAAAAAEFU/uA3uyyAsTYE/s400/IMG_1303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692244505969554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decided to get a few of his armpit hair back as souvenir instead.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNexLdg5rI/AAAAAAAAEFc/JfBU9noSu1k/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNexLdg5rI/AAAAAAAAEFc/JfBU9noSu1k/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692584583128754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Triplets!!!&lt;/strike&gt; TWINS!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNfFHhR3VI/AAAAAAAAEFk/FS3dfqQY9Yc/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNfFHhR3VI/AAAAAAAAEFk/FS3dfqQY9Yc/s400/IMG_1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692927122562386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The staring incident. Audery Hepburn is a classic beauty. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNfehObXMI/AAAAAAAAEFs/NPhYlhyWF7A/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNfehObXMI/AAAAAAAAEFs/NPhYlhyWF7A/s400/IMG_1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693363519544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckham, would you prefer Asian instead?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNfzWaVqlI/AAAAAAAAEF0/AXW9cIpuMFE/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNfzWaVqlI/AAAAAAAAEF0/AXW9cIpuMFE/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693721393965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, he's all mine now. *grin*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNgDdtQ99I/AAAAAAAAEF8/KegzyIBtRDc/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNgDdtQ99I/AAAAAAAAEF8/KegzyIBtRDc/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693998230304722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to meet Tiger Woods and had a golf session with him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNcBnIRoGI/AAAAAAAAEEk/rk1kbLblai0/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNcBnIRoGI/AAAAAAAAEEk/rk1kbLblai0/s400/P1010043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689568353263714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of aiming the golf ball, I aim for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNgmifC2TI/AAAAAAAAEGE/jGohpP2INWA/s1600-h/P1010044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNgmifC2TI/AAAAAAAAEGE/jGohpP2INWA/s400/P1010044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310694600808257842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him... Say hello to my accomplice, daddy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jerry Yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNhsi2QXyI/AAAAAAAAEGc/GaCo4xz2xsA/s1600-h/IMG_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNhsi2QXyI/AAAAAAAAEGc/GaCo4xz2xsA/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310695803496455970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I totally looked like a girl in circus, performing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNhbMEJ1WI/AAAAAAAAEGU/lQc9-Lx2fJI/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNhbMEJ1WI/AAAAAAAAEGU/lQc9-Lx2fJI/s400/P1010049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310695505322956130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy and I.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNiHJUFV9I/AAAAAAAAEGk/dutgopNT6Gw/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNiHJUFV9I/AAAAAAAAEGk/dutgopNT6Gw/s400/IMG_1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310696260498708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handsome!!! His wax figure is the only one that you can feel his heart pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bitchy, are you ready to camwhore during May? *excited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-371614357788227775?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/madame-tussauds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbNYW7DJGFI/AAAAAAAAED0/mLncZ9ym__Q/s72-c/IMG_1314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-8605132386628651149</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T21:01:12.170+08:00</atom:updated><title>My Bitch's Big Day</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SazzmqChfGI/AAAAAAAAEB0/NoqH0LBjIPM/s1600-h/chill+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SazzmqChfGI/AAAAAAAAEB0/NoqH0LBjIPM/s400/chill+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308885906208423010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated her birthday in advance, and I'm so happy to be able to make it. Heez...She's now another year old, but just the same like how I know her few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't forget how we get to know each other. How it started with me not liking her, because she literally stare at people and refuse to talk. Thank goodness, fate comes along, and we got to know each other better. But there are still a certain time of the month, where we refrain from talking to each other, just in case, we piss the shit each other. Anyhoo, on her birthday, I still did what I enjoy most. Irritating her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up at Chijmes for dinner, and we had pizzas. Extreme thin pizzas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Saz4lnPjslI/AAAAAAAAEB8/j7gfbOhzbWw/s1600-h/n667629618_2154918_6447814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Saz4lnPjslI/AAAAAAAAEB8/j7gfbOhzbWw/s400/n667629618_2154918_6447814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308891385836057170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, the 3 of us. And hopefully our plan for the future comes true. Shall we see each other in school again during October? Eeekks.. Hopefully so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Loof for our chill out. Loof is actually a roof top bar, in which, if you surf the net, you get to see beautiful scenery. But but.. I never see that, cos we were sitting nowhere near the scenic area. Being in an outdoor area, we definitely need a backup, just in case, it pour. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Saz_LlvFU2I/AAAAAAAAECE/ddOHRats25I/s1600-h/n667629618_2157800_6606443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Saz_LlvFU2I/AAAAAAAAECE/ddOHRats25I/s400/n667629618_2157800_6606443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308898635336209250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The backup plan was none other than using their menu to shield yourself from those rain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0CULKqMII/AAAAAAAAECM/AhScNI3WbLg/s1600-h/chill+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0CULKqMII/AAAAAAAAECM/AhScNI3WbLg/s400/chill+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308902081357820034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That wonderful idea was of course, not from me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0C1CX14EI/AAAAAAAAECU/C9eWE2gJc4A/s1600-h/chill+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0C1CX14EI/AAAAAAAAECU/C9eWE2gJc4A/s400/chill+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308902645932875842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absolutely silly looking. In reality, you know the paper menu is going to get wet in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, ordered our drinks, and Jamie and I, were the first to get QuickF*ck again. You should have seen the waiter's face when we ordered. He thought I was scolding him or some sort. -_-'' He did not know the drink EXIST!! Later on, we got ourselves Mojito.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0Dz6dGoZI/AAAAAAAAECc/FZztfsnOAU0/s1600-h/chill+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0Dz6dGoZI/AAAAAAAAECc/FZztfsnOAU0/s400/chill+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308903726139220370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And terror happened. For the first time in life, the amount of alcohol I drank for that night, you are so not going to believe it. I drank 2 ________ and 1 shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blank. 2 what? Cups, dozen, bottles?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0EzpGB6TI/AAAAAAAAECk/36e4BEp77Ng/s1600-h/chill+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/Sa0EzpGB6TI/AAAAAAAAECk/36e4BEp77Ng/s400/chill+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308904820990667058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, that big cup is our Mojito. I first drank that when I was in Wala Wala. It was so refreshing. And for this time around, when I drank it, I was put into total shock. It tasted pretty sandy, and eee, not my type. So I thought it was just me. Turn out, everyone who had Mojito had the same impression too. I couldn't bring myself for another sip. So I ordered another drink. Something safe- White Chocolate Martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waiter came to me with the cup, I have this impending doom feeling in me. Oh man, it was not the usual milky colour that I've got from other bar. It was transparent in colour. Took a sip, ran to toilet, rinse my mouth, and swear not to order another drink again. So in total, I had 1 shot, and 2 SIPS of alcohol. Yea... My liver is so happy. *grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with or without alcohol, my dear Jamie can still be as crazy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEYnHRgo6I/AAAAAAAAECs/Ge2Mfbz0hjs/s1600-h/chill+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEYnHRgo6I/AAAAAAAAECs/Ge2Mfbz0hjs/s400/chill+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310052495892980642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEZI-Zvp7I/AAAAAAAAEC0/3am-EfAbxMQ/s1600-h/chill+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEZI-Zvp7I/AAAAAAAAEC0/3am-EfAbxMQ/s400/chill+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310053077627152306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love my new hair!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEZkLeBbfI/AAAAAAAAEDE/mF0fOLnhf44/s1600-h/n667629618_2154921_5782946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEZkLeBbfI/AAAAAAAAEDE/mF0fOLnhf44/s400/n667629618_2154921_5782946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310053544991223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azi!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEcyaoo_TI/AAAAAAAAEDM/Tzw39PgG3jQ/s1600-h/n667629618_2157797_4083508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEcyaoo_TI/AAAAAAAAEDM/Tzw39PgG3jQ/s400/n667629618_2157797_4083508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310057088115342642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love love this picture!!! To think we could just snap a shot, while waiting for the traffic light to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here's my new hair Again! Yea, off you go pink extension. And no dreadlock is not for me now, because I need those money for my London trip instead. *Scream Bitchy, I'm excited!!!*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEdctOB62I/AAAAAAAAEDc/T_75gQsIUvo/s1600-h/chill+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEdctOB62I/AAAAAAAAEDc/T_75gQsIUvo/s400/chill+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310057814658509666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, so this is what I did. I dyed, I highlighted, I rebonded and I crimped my hair. Obviously big damage to my savings. And the colour is not as brown as what you see in picture. Its more to golden brown. So now I look sick daily.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEeGlWyGtI/AAAAAAAAEDk/f9gJQTOACbE/s1600-h/chill+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEeGlWyGtI/AAAAAAAAEDk/f9gJQTOACbE/s400/chill+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310058534102244050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't see my crimps clearly from far. So I'm gonna end my post, with a repeated picture of me and my new hair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEeanoWY2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/udp6hK7-oM4/s1600-h/chill+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SbEeanoWY2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/udp6hK7-oM4/s400/chill+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310058878310179682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Focus on my mane. Butt off Jamie! Lalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-4356753734329354445?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sleepy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-1130457419952750870</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T22:48:57.267+08:00</atom:updated><title>Pink hair</title><description>is something I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so addicted to extension really. The first time I did was like years ago, over at Far East Plaza. Then, few years later, I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, when I was in China. Eeks.. The extension over there is so cheap, that I can die. It cost me like RMB1 for 1 strand. Which is like only a few cents!!! So I went to do mine over there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA2OrsnX_I/AAAAAAAAEAU/bztqAk2tdWA/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA2OrsnX_I/AAAAAAAAEAU/bztqAk2tdWA/s400/IMG_0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796387290996722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I gotten this. 3, no actually is 5 strands of extension. I super love it lo. And then, things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA0r-YNvqI/AAAAAAAAEAM/FWBirT096KE/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA0r-YNvqI/AAAAAAAAEAM/FWBirT096KE/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794691498655394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You get things for what you paid. I noticed the colour started to have a little change. I thought it could be due to the weather, which causes me to have illusion. But hell no, its not it. My eyesight was totally absolutely fine. The damn hair was really fading. So bad, then within a month, it became like this. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA4FASdboI/AAAAAAAAEAc/r52T2dwtyTs/s1600-h/n591126197_1716707_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA4FASdboI/AAAAAAAAEAc/r52T2dwtyTs/s400/n591126197_1716707_2158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798420043001474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok la, picture not very obvious. But I swear it totally looked like I had bleach it to blonde or something. Its pink, yet not pink, white yet not white. You know what I'm trying to say? Ok, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, those were clips on. Which of course, will only last for few weeks. One of the extension came out while I was combing my hair one day. Ok, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, being addicted to hair extension and those pink things, I went to do it again. And ya, I'm back to Far East Plaza again. Wah, now like everywhere, people also do extension lo. There were so many shops that provides such services can!!! So.. I went to do it again. And this time round, I did a total of 60 strands, using the braiding method. I think I was really crazy at that point in time to do so many strands. They had this promotion, if I were to do 50 strands, there will be 10 free strands, and if I did 100 strands, there will be free 20. Understand the deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose 50 strands first, and the price was not cheap. Its like don't know how many times more than what I paid in China can. I almost puke, my atm card almost melt, and my heart almost gotten a heart attack. It cost me a total of $75. That kind of price, I can literally get my hair dyed. But oh well, the good point of having extension is, my hair will not be damaged by those harmful chemicals. So tadah.. this is how it look.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA545wgrvI/AAAAAAAAEAk/2R-JDEYueto/s1600-h/CNY+eve+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA545wgrvI/AAAAAAAAEAk/2R-JDEYueto/s400/CNY+eve+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800411154820850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA6QwAPifI/AAAAAAAAEAs/8cjv0EXK19Y/s1600-h/CNY+eve+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA6QwAPifI/AAAAAAAAEAs/8cjv0EXK19Y/s400/CNY+eve+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800820853311986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only did the inside, because that's the way I want it. And hor.. the colour freaking don't fade can!! I'm so happy. Was being skeptical initially, because if you were to imagine, 60 strands turning white, I would look like some pre-mature old lady. So ya, I'm a very happy person now. I might remove those extension too, and change to another colour. Thought of doing rainbow. Then again, I think I should save, and do those braiding like the Negros during my annual leave. Omg, that is something I can't wait to do. For now, be content with those pinkies first.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA7w4SA6_I/AAAAAAAAEA0/iUbMgpiwNDw/s1600-h/CNY+eve+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA7w4SA6_I/AAAAAAAAEA0/iUbMgpiwNDw/s400/CNY+eve+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802472342776818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can foresee once I removed those extension, I will have freaking lots of extreme curly hair on the part where they do the braiding. For goodness sake, those were braided tightly and is there from CNY eve all the way till God knows when. That would be the newest trend then. -_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-1130457419952750870?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-hair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SZA2OrsnX_I/AAAAAAAAEAU/bztqAk2tdWA/s72-c/IMG_0963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-8362677214462642226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-07T01:35:07.611+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bianca</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SYxaNfSqLyI/AAAAAAAAEAE/vwEhFkHq0GM/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SYxaNfSqLyI/AAAAAAAAEAE/vwEhFkHq0GM/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299710049292791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is on the verge of breaking down. Just so uptight with every single thing. About to break down into tears. And I hate how I always get those hyperventilation episodes. Kinda lost interest in lots of things lately. Even doing my tutorials. In fact, I lost myself quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Love calmed me down. It work alot better than Aprazolam and Diazepam. Its just magical whenever I hear that song. Do not know how to describe that feeling, but very calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting someone who knows me well, she once said that I'm someone who looks strong on the outside, and is totally shattered in the inside. Which also means if I'm smiling on the outside, my heart may not be doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to First Love. Le Sigh, its like I've transported back in time. I don't know any of you had such feelings anot. I totally experienced the same thing again and again, despite hearing this song for the 5487841084, ok make that 989550565687475 times. I listened to this song for YEARS can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of typing le. Type whatever is in my mind also no use.. because I myself not pretty sure what I'm typing too. It would be a better idea if I ceases from here. I mean,there will be no need for decision making. Cos either way, it does not make things better. Iguessexpectingperfectionistotallyasillythought.m.o.o.d.y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unable to catch up. Digressing... Remember the uber old song by 1st Lady, Never Be Replaced? Listening to that now. Ok, heartfelt lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and i'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ,yes i do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you I knew we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you and I wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Thinking never compared to the feeling of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say I'm truly happy to this day&lt;br /&gt;You make think I better live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;There's never been a doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I regret ever having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the day comes that I have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think there's somethin' I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed everyday that I spend with you&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss you but I'm happy that I even had you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to boy I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ohh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, another song came by. Chinese one. Sometimes, ain't it good to have songs that are pen right down to how you are feeling exactly? So today post is damn messy la. You would not understand a single shit, because the owner is also in a lost. =) Hmm, I'm not exactly lost la. But if you know me well, I talked in riddles whenever I blog in moody mood. So there you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-8362677214462642226?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/bianca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SYxaNfSqLyI/AAAAAAAAEAE/vwEhFkHq0GM/s72-c/IMG_0988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-8531677965295011557</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 05:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-24T13:18:44.529+08:00</atom:updated><title>Chinese New Year</title><description>is coming. And I'm welcoming it with flu bugs, dry cough, and unexpected visit of you-kn0w-who. How suay can I get hor? But quoting Jamie, red means good luck. So self-consolidation, I'm freaking having hell lots of good luck this year. Its time for gambling once again. Yipee!!! Wishing everyone a Happy Chinese New Year. May each and everyone of us... HUAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXqjYyIwn2I/AAAAAAAAD-M/UE4z1qkBa0c/s1600-h/makeup+portfolio+659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXqjYyIwn2I/AAAAAAAAD-M/UE4z1qkBa0c/s400/makeup+portfolio+659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294723958098141026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. I accept Malaysian Ringgit too. So Nee and Bitch, you two better know what to do when you go back to your respective home town. Haha.. I shall, as usual, call and give your parents greetings. Heez.. Especially Bitch, ask your mum cook me crabs again. I miss it!!! Alright, just kidding but I really miss the two of you alot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-8531677965295011557?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXqjYyIwn2I/AAAAAAAAD-M/UE4z1qkBa0c/s72-c/makeup+portfolio+659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-7032866230000630617</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T22:32:06.699+08:00</atom:updated><title>OK</title><description>stop making speculations already. Blog stuffs arouses guesses and rumors. Quit guessing. Certain things are not mentioned online, so shut up. I'm quite done with you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-7032866230000630617?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-3659153617134318882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 09:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T17:15:11.781+08:00</atom:updated><title>Oh, I've got it</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.cherylbianca.onsugar.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The love I owned" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnBEUEh4UDFrM1JHVzJWUnZFWGZTOXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="The love I owned" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/the_love_owned/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=2867733"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;This is how I get a banner for my blog. Not sure if it work. Annaling, do help me out ok? Click on it to see if it work, and do tell me if that is able to be link on other site anot ok? Arigato Gozaimasu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-3659153617134318882?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-ive-got-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-4923966876461013936</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T21:59:06.821+08:00</atom:updated><title>Drunkard Talks</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaIW4ciiNI/AAAAAAAAD3s/7mWDiOB91W0/s1600-h/n591126197_1716711_3784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaIW4ciiNI/AAAAAAAAD3s/7mWDiOB91W0/s400/n591126197_1716711_3784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293568338711185618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been spoiling my liver lately, that I'm totally convinced that I should have a liver function test done. This post as usual is so way back, that you can don't bother to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happen when someone was single for one last day. Yipes, this calls for a celebration.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaIckFSUeI/AAAAAAAAD30/1-2MwMv0b7c/s1600-h/n597616574_1246993_6799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaIckFSUeI/AAAAAAAAD30/1-2MwMv0b7c/s400/n597616574_1246993_6799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293568436324159970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bunch of girls that rock the ward. Anyhoo, planned a hen's night for Irene, and we held it at Wala Wala. That woman suspected I had something in my bag for her, which luckily, Seri and I had passed it to the staff there for safe keeping.  Started off with champange, and then the drinking starts, which follows with crazy antics, that you ought to see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaJrX5_IiI/AAAAAAAAD38/gcw8kai33Rc/s1600-h/n597616574_1247063_4269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaJrX5_IiI/AAAAAAAAD38/gcw8kai33Rc/s400/n597616574_1247063_4269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293569790265205282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were all once Seri's preceptees, and now we are very good friends. In fact, they were my listening ears. You want real gossip about me hor, can go to them. Don't need read blog one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaN2nOw9II/AAAAAAAAD4E/TM875bxDF4I/s1600-h/n597616574_1247075_8791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaN2nOw9II/AAAAAAAAD4E/TM875bxDF4I/s400/n597616574_1247075_8791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293574381403960450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got the band to invite Irene upstage, to get the present that we bought for her. And also making her last speech as a single woman.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaOloJfyRI/AAAAAAAAD4M/i1cOl3ilGck/s1600-h/n597616574_1247084_5852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaOloJfyRI/AAAAAAAAD4M/i1cOl3ilGck/s400/n597616574_1247084_5852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293575189104150802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after this, the official nonsense begins. It started first with my all time favorite shots.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaOteOvLKI/AAAAAAAAD4U/voN7M0d33kI/s1600-h/n597616574_1247111_5572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaOteOvLKI/AAAAAAAAD4U/voN7M0d33kI/s400/n597616574_1247111_5572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293575323880729762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, pun. I love QuickFuck!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaPp9eHMUI/AAAAAAAAD4c/uoAz0OtK348/s1600-h/n597616574_1247085_6380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaPp9eHMUI/AAAAAAAAD4c/uoAz0OtK348/s400/n597616574_1247085_6380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293576363058868546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I got wasted after drinking Waterfall. I love waterfall. It tasted like Hecks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaP8PPhpdI/AAAAAAAAD4k/w5Bo1Mqj9ug/s1600-h/n597616574_1247086_6913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaP8PPhpdI/AAAAAAAAD4k/w5Bo1Mqj9ug/s400/n597616574_1247086_6913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293576677067171282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaQAs3PViI/AAAAAAAAD4s/BESYNbuWLMU/s1600-h/n597616574_1247087_7448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaQAs3PViI/AAAAAAAAD4s/BESYNbuWLMU/s400/n597616574_1247087_7448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293576753737848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly, we were unable to take a shot with the blue flames that covered the whole of the glass. It was beautiful. Irene and I had to suck up everything before the flame goes off. And then, the crowd went crazy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaQthiOorI/AAAAAAAAD40/vIBtJEiU0b4/s1600-h/n597616574_1247113_6593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaQthiOorI/AAAAAAAAD40/vIBtJEiU0b4/s400/n597616574_1247113_6593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293577523791045298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NUTS!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaRe8LxQmI/AAAAAAAAD48/LeOv11dAkhY/s1600-h/n597616574_1247136_6861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaRe8LxQmI/AAAAAAAAD48/LeOv11dAkhY/s400/n597616574_1247136_6861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293578372758192738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misleading picture. It looks like I'm torturing Jamie. But that's someone else hand. Haha.. Anyway, Jamie deserved it. Wahaha...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaSNU_5CiI/AAAAAAAAD5E/vUrExk4VTXA/s1600-h/n704076931_1798071_9547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaSNU_5CiI/AAAAAAAAD5E/vUrExk4VTXA/s400/n704076931_1798071_9547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293579169693239842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaSWfJUxYI/AAAAAAAAD5M/dStd4HoxBOs/s1600-h/n597616574_1247138_7934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaSWfJUxYI/AAAAAAAAD5M/dStd4HoxBOs/s400/n597616574_1247138_7934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293579327035983234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaSkiF6qwI/AAAAAAAAD5U/BZIQDUhkXW0/s1600-h/n704076931_1798079_2382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaSkiF6qwI/AAAAAAAAD5U/BZIQDUhkXW0/s400/n704076931_1798079_2382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293579568345164546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing besides me shows that Nadiah did not drink any alcohol. Its totally obvious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaTcGD71-I/AAAAAAAAD5c/MinWBwV1eFw/s1600-h/n597616574_1247196_8412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaTcGD71-I/AAAAAAAAD5c/MinWBwV1eFw/s400/n597616574_1247196_8412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293580522893334498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The horrible aftermath. Can't remember how much drinks we had ordered. And the next day was Irene's ROM. Thank goodness, I did not had a hangover. Went over her place to do her makeup and got a ride in Wee's car. That's where we camwhored like nobody business. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaT9fwVrDI/AAAAAAAAD5k/G0OIvozwY5Q/s1600-h/n704076931_1804621_8910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaT9fwVrDI/AAAAAAAAD5k/G0OIvozwY5Q/s400/n704076931_1804621_8910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293581096726146098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaUNegU80I/AAAAAAAAD50/HFiqcSDAkhQ/s1600-h/n704076931_1804622_9169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaUNegU80I/AAAAAAAAD50/HFiqcSDAkhQ/s400/n704076931_1804622_9169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293581371268461378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaVB3--SXI/AAAAAAAAD58/Mtdx_fhX8fw/s1600-h/n704076931_1804624_9618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaVB3--SXI/AAAAAAAAD58/Mtdx_fhX8fw/s400/n704076931_1804624_9618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293582271461083506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaWsd3UolI/AAAAAAAAD6E/jsv54mVe7fA/s1600-h/n704076931_1804630_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaWsd3UolI/AAAAAAAAD6E/jsv54mVe7fA/s400/n704076931_1804630_1736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584102695674450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the UNGLAM.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaW6IjLm9I/AAAAAAAAD6M/OST6wIVYjgA/s1600-h/n704076931_1804623_9393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaW6IjLm9I/AAAAAAAAD6M/OST6wIVYjgA/s400/n704076931_1804623_9393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584337492220882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Jie mei's corsages, courtesy from Irene.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaXJ1NoMEI/AAAAAAAAD6U/CVsbcdOHtWc/s1600-h/n591126197_1716699_387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaXJ1NoMEI/AAAAAAAAD6U/CVsbcdOHtWc/s400/n591126197_1716699_387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584607179452482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black shoes in unison!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaYNdX_RoI/AAAAAAAAD6c/8x3LqWKV27o/s1600-h/n591126197_1716698_184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaYNdX_RoI/AAAAAAAAD6c/8x3LqWKV27o/s400/n591126197_1716698_184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585769011562114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaYVcfTo6I/AAAAAAAAD6k/-_44be5DSK0/s1600-h/n591126197_1716704_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaYVcfTo6I/AAAAAAAAD6k/-_44be5DSK0/s400/n591126197_1716704_1451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293585906212774818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaZGijuqaI/AAAAAAAAD6s/6TdOWVxf2_U/s1600-h/n591126197_1716706_1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaZGijuqaI/AAAAAAAAD6s/6TdOWVxf2_U/s400/n591126197_1716706_1930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293586749655525794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXac8fKEwlI/AAAAAAAAD60/vm-rkyvDrU0/s1600-h/n591126197_1716707_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXac8fKEwlI/AAAAAAAAD60/vm-rkyvDrU0/s400/n591126197_1716707_2158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293590974990434898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXadNbhObkI/AAAAAAAAD68/8yKxOI_8bkU/s1600-h/n704076931_1804642_6289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXadNbhObkI/AAAAAAAAD68/8yKxOI_8bkU/s400/n704076931_1804642_6289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293591266071572034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXadXYBA6HI/AAAAAAAAD7E/p_cULhdgKnE/s1600-h/n704076931_1804645_7088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXadXYBA6HI/AAAAAAAAD7E/p_cULhdgKnE/s400/n704076931_1804645_7088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293591436929853554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXadrqRRbxI/AAAAAAAAD7M/wDD2tGIe0iA/s1600-h/n704076931_1804639_3870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXadrqRRbxI/AAAAAAAAD7M/wDD2tGIe0iA/s400/n704076931_1804639_3870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293591785427267346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hiding away from Shirley evil's camera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcjmoiME_I/AAAAAAAAD7U/734JV0QnBsc/s1600-h/n704076931_1804638_3621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcjmoiME_I/AAAAAAAAD7U/734JV0QnBsc/s400/n704076931_1804638_3621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293739033620124658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The post celebration, we went to East Coast Park, one of the pub restuarant, named Twenty Six.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXckD06WU3I/AAAAAAAAD7c/Z_SMmSx73do/s1600-h/n591126197_1716712_4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXckD06WU3I/AAAAAAAAD7c/Z_SMmSx73do/s400/n591126197_1716712_4006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293739535158891378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXckZiurHgI/AAAAAAAAD7k/w4XM2iUUbd8/s1600-h/n704076931_1804654_9487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXckZiurHgI/AAAAAAAAD7k/w4XM2iUUbd8/s400/n704076931_1804654_9487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293739908235206146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXclEibKk_I/AAAAAAAAD7s/8gOHqQJ5X_Q/s1600-h/n704076931_1804655_9749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXclEibKk_I/AAAAAAAAD7s/8gOHqQJ5X_Q/s400/n704076931_1804655_9749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293740646887756786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXclJ6_s9TI/AAAAAAAAD70/cb_ck8-ulrI/s1600-h/n704076931_1804656_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXclJ6_s9TI/AAAAAAAAD70/cb_ck8-ulrI/s400/n704076931_1804656_25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293740739382801714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then hor, I ordered my favorites again. Ok, besides the vulgar one, I also got myself Waterfall again. Wahaha... I am damn addicted to it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcl4taHa2I/AAAAAAAAD78/58PFxzT3yt0/s1600-h/n591126197_1716715_4695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcl4taHa2I/AAAAAAAAD78/58PFxzT3yt0/s400/n591126197_1716715_4695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293741543189343074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one looks prettier than the one in Wala Wala. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcl_6u27XI/AAAAAAAAD8E/gx8K4coawcg/s1600-h/n591126197_1716716_4939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcl_6u27XI/AAAAAAAAD8E/gx8K4coawcg/s400/n591126197_1716716_4939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293741667025087858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pouring the flames.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcm2zCy9TI/AAAAAAAAD8M/lBSldo7K8bA/s1600-h/n591126197_1716717_5190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcm2zCy9TI/AAAAAAAAD8M/lBSldo7K8bA/s400/n591126197_1716717_5190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293742609854035250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then something tragically stupid happened. My straw got burnt la. Wah lao, I was practically sucking air and Irene was asking me to stop. Later did I know that my straw actually melted half the length due to the heat. Ok, that's purely embarrassment.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcnBcrV7fI/AAAAAAAAD8U/1e8lCow2qRQ/s1600-h/n591126197_1716714_4465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcnBcrV7fI/AAAAAAAAD8U/1e8lCow2qRQ/s400/n591126197_1716714_4465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293742792828644850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then, Shirley and I went to "zi high'' again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcn73YGuFI/AAAAAAAAD8k/u3_sOCmCgqw/s1600-h/n591126197_1716719_5687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcn73YGuFI/AAAAAAAAD8k/u3_sOCmCgqw/s400/n591126197_1716719_5687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293743796428126290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcnsWGGsNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/G1jZLR32ACA/s1600-h/n591126197_1716713_4236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcnsWGGsNI/AAAAAAAAD8c/G1jZLR32ACA/s400/n591126197_1716713_4236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293743529796219090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just enjoy drinking with this lass. =) Can't wait to get high with you again!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcp7ml_qYI/AAAAAAAAD80/TWMlNazKvkA/s1600-h/n704076931_1804627_291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXcp7ml_qYI/AAAAAAAAD80/TWMlNazKvkA/s400/n704076931_1804627_291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293745990946236802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, seriously, someone else get married faster please, so got excuse for me to go out and waste again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-4923966876461013936?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-be-blogging-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXaIW4ciiNI/AAAAAAAAD3s/7mWDiOB91W0/s72-c/n591126197_1716711_3784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-2741987678853571935</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-16T16:08:51.383+08:00</atom:updated><title>An extreme backdated post</title><description>Was busy lately for chasing after The Little Nonya series through youtube that I totally do not have the mood to blog. Life has been good since the start of 2009. Gonna do a recap on how 2008 went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love chapter was closed, which leads into the opening of a new chapter, with a nice chap. Sad to say, that chap was being abused by his new girlfriend for the entire year. I'm an absolutely spoilt brat beside him. In fact, I've already lost count the number of times I got lectured by my parents for ill treating him. Wahaha... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAvkrfmM7I/AAAAAAAAD1E/W6l8d7BHU80/s1600-h/My+21st+birthday+party+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAvkrfmM7I/AAAAAAAAD1E/W6l8d7BHU80/s400/My+21st+birthday+party+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291781869357380530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and I also remembered, that in year 2008, I had also received my first cheque for blogging. I was way too ecstatic. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAxASJcOmI/AAAAAAAAD1M/PeJFzmA-d_A/s1600-h/make+up+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAxASJcOmI/AAAAAAAAD1M/PeJFzmA-d_A/s400/make+up+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291783443101530722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, not everything in life went smoothly. There was a period of time that got me really down.  I almost lost my career, and at that point in time, I see it as an escape route since I really lost passion for nursing. Fate took a change, my career was saved. Morale however was still low. And all thanks to lover boy and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAx1fp61xI/AAAAAAAAD1U/vvTua7EuCkI/s1600-h/n702243879_1119736_4704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAx1fp61xI/AAAAAAAAD1U/vvTua7EuCkI/s400/n702243879_1119736_4704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291784357260482322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my nurses (I have to say, there is someone out there (2 to be exact)  who is getting on my nerve lately), that I started to have a change in me, and the Bianca right now, wants to stay in nursing line more than before. Of course, I have dreams to fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dreams, one of them did succeed. I completed my makeup course, and major in bridal makeup. Before I graduate from my course, I was already out doing what I love best.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAyVg6XISI/AAAAAAAAD1c/ksKnWBK8z0Y/s1600-h/DSC_4617_copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAyVg6XISI/AAAAAAAAD1c/ksKnWBK8z0Y/s400/DSC_4617_copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291784907353694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to my working schedule, I inevitably lost lots of chances out there when people approach me. Tried my best to accommodate my timing to my clients, and hopefully I'm able to fulfill more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self taught myself a thing or two about nails too. Was extremely proud of myself when I completed this set. But being someone impatient, I lost interest in nail art very soon. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAz7LaODxI/AAAAAAAAD1k/2-8msEqVf8U/s1600-h/Nokia+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAz7LaODxI/AAAAAAAAD1k/2-8msEqVf8U/s400/Nokia+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291786653928394514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say, I had also converted my online shop which sells handmade accessories into a site all about makeup, tips, events, and more to come. Just a gentle reminder, I had also moved that site to &lt;a href="http://www.cherylbianca.onsugar.com/"&gt;www.cherylbianca.onsugar.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One point in time, love brought me to Cameron Highlands. Ok, that is his girlfriend's suggestion again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA1H1yWW9I/AAAAAAAAD1s/aMyw0ER-NA8/s1600-h/Cameron+Highlands+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA1H1yWW9I/AAAAAAAAD1s/aMyw0ER-NA8/s400/Cameron+Highlands+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291787970973948882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But that's not the only place we travel together. Just a few weeks back, we went to Shanghai together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA2gv2HqgI/AAAAAAAAD10/AHCMLr-B990/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA2gv2HqgI/AAAAAAAAD10/AHCMLr-B990/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291789498387507714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blame it on Little Nonya, for distracting me and not being to update on my Shanghai trip. But still, it will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2008 is when all the babes and hunks who were born in 1987, celebrated their 21st birthday. For the first time in life, I've attended way too many birthday parties. The grandest has got to be Uma's party. I'm just another soul who is way too happy on my big day. All those sweet memories kept in my heart. Hugs to my family and friends. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA3kbCbVhI/AAAAAAAAD18/1ARxzsfR7eE/s1600-h/My+21st+birthday+party+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA3kbCbVhI/AAAAAAAAD18/1ARxzsfR7eE/s400/My+21st+birthday+party+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291790661033088530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I've got to admit that I'm been a very good girl last year. The wild animal actually went to club 3 times in the past 365 days. Unbelievable! But what's more unbelievable is that I only clubbed during the last few months of the year. However, those are the parties that I've always wanted to go way back. First of, Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA8d6oYh4I/AAAAAAAAD2E/8EZQhsrugGA/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA8d6oYh4I/AAAAAAAAD2E/8EZQhsrugGA/s400/Halloween+2008+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291796046812841858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I damaged his face previously. Nah, this is it. That perv! But that is like the best clubbing my bitch and I ever had together. Next was Zouk Out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA8_GeT1uI/AAAAAAAAD2M/mO9NKBKigyI/s1600-h/PB300074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA8_GeT1uI/AAAAAAAAD2M/mO9NKBKigyI/s400/PB300074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291796616927500002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dressed in just my pink bikini, I danced my way through the night. Sad to say, I'm not into Zouk Out again. My wallet will be more than glad to hear this. =) The last clubbing session was, of course, New Year Eve.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA9UbdmqYI/AAAAAAAAD2U/Pkfdm__r15Q/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXA9UbdmqYI/AAAAAAAAD2U/Pkfdm__r15Q/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291796983338936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, that picture was not clubbing yet. That was just the warm up session with Uncle Tanner, while waiting for the rest to come. Surprise surprise, I can't reveal who I clubbed with. But trust me, it totally lifted me off the haunting. Was I happy? Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that kind of round up my life in 2008. Was it good? I know the answer myself. =) So what do I expect in year 2009? More parties to compensate for what I missed out last year. Haha... I think I'm able to do it, since I've already been out partying for 3 times already. More to come.. Yipee... I hope everyone had a good year ahead too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-2741987678853571935?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/extreme-backdated-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SXAvkrfmM7I/AAAAAAAAD1E/W6l8d7BHU80/s72-c/My+21st+birthday+party+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-9046761121426144254</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 12:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T20:35:30.844+08:00</atom:updated><title>Its abit late</title><description>For me to say Happy New Year. But still, its a greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, just wanna share that I had a great time on New Year Eve. Was surreal. More photos to come. And for now, I think I'm still living in some kind of dream, that occasionally pull me down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-6116425627413789869?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-handphone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-529522749345625190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T00:26:55.458+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fuyoh~</title><description>Love taught me something today. Well, not exactly taught. And I just realised he can be the next confuscious or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, certain things in life, I can never forget it, no matter how hard I tried. There is no point in running away or avoiding it, because it will come back to you. Accepting is the only way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh, how true. I mean look at me. Orchard has been the last place I want to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok la. I will face it lo. Go orchard on the 19th lo. See Sephora. After that I go liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, seriously, Sephora is just taking over my life. Shit! I'm so excited la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to topic. Yes love, I got you. I will learn to take things in strive. =) Because I swear, I'm suffering from Deja vu. Damn it. Things that I'm avoiding is really turning its back around. La pffts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, Accept everything that comes to my life. Accept that you, my love, will be the irritance of my life. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-529522749345625190?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuyoh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-8564981757032406853</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T00:19:04.785+08:00</atom:updated><title>Zouk Out 2008</title><description>Year after year, bitch and I failed to attend the well raved Zouk Out. Anticipating, we got ourselves ready for the big day. But oh poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, not going to talk much. It was boring to us. Culture shock. For the first time, we don't know what is going on. To dance or not to dance? Trance killed us. Perspire like nobody business. -_-" So, this most probably conclude that I will not go Zouk Out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this event never fail to surprise me. You get to see friends whom you never expected. Spotted Hermi (Not sure correct spelling anot), and Queena. And silly thing is, the guy who is in charge of letting us in, hold my IC and asked for my IC number. I thought he was about to say I'm too young to go in. Unexpectedly, he thought I was using someone else IC to get in. Pffts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUX-qhHQDdI/AAAAAAAADzs/FcrI6b4UOPc/s1600-h/PB290033-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUX-qhHQDdI/AAAAAAAADzs/FcrI6b4UOPc/s400/PB290033-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279906144558517714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYAWH5MmnI/AAAAAAAADz0/bzQKSSwrccE/s1600-h/PB290031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYAWH5MmnI/AAAAAAAADz0/bzQKSSwrccE/s400/PB290031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279907993214556786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYBdE7KHrI/AAAAAAAADz8/1djBkEhji0c/s1600-h/PB290032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYBdE7KHrI/AAAAAAAADz8/1djBkEhji0c/s400/PB290032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279909212188188338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYBt0SHYpI/AAAAAAAAD0E/S0O22uHcZzM/s1600-h/PB290034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYBt0SHYpI/AAAAAAAAD0E/S0O22uHcZzM/s400/PB290034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279909499778851474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYEjPfFAZI/AAAAAAAAD0s/rSuuGvo9hRA/s1600-h/PB300051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYEjPfFAZI/AAAAAAAAD0s/rSuuGvo9hRA/s400/PB300051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279912616637301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYEFdk4HHI/AAAAAAAAD0k/zsFmGR2f0oo/s1600-h/PB300050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYEFdk4HHI/AAAAAAAAD0k/zsFmGR2f0oo/s400/PB300050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279912105023642738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYDDBbODWI/AAAAAAAAD0c/E_P0rvN0em0/s1600-h/PB290041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYDDBbODWI/AAAAAAAAD0c/E_P0rvN0em0/s400/PB290041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279910963595578722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYC6rbLsoI/AAAAAAAAD0U/MGYjBn0bcgI/s1600-h/PB290036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYC6rbLsoI/AAAAAAAAD0U/MGYjBn0bcgI/s400/PB290036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279910820250890882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They gave us the lowest locker. Bitch was totally grumbling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYCZi84RDI/AAAAAAAAD0M/rK4etjznEQY/s1600-h/PB290035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUYCZi84RDI/AAAAAAAAD0M/rK4etjznEQY/s400/PB290035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279910251040621618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again, this locker totally belongs to her lo. 38=bitch. One bitch. =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUfUlFKFK5I/AAAAAAAAD08/15UokqPhGy4/s1600-h/PB300054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUfUlFKFK5I/AAAAAAAAD08/15UokqPhGy4/s400/PB300054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280422821619903378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUfUe-Vq7tI/AAAAAAAAD00/NLP8Tb9RTvI/s1600-h/PB290039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUfUe-Vq7tI/AAAAAAAAD00/NLP8Tb9RTvI/s400/PB290039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280422716710252242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the pictures are in my facebook instead. Too lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm so happy Sephora is coming to Singapore. 19th Dec 2008!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-8564981757032406853?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/zouk-out-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUX-qhHQDdI/AAAAAAAADzs/FcrI6b4UOPc/s72-c/PB290033-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-3556644892029912471</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T01:35:03.330+08:00</atom:updated><title>13th Dec 2008</title><description>I'm just so excited for this date can? Afterall the plannings we had for years, we finally got it through this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey bitch, see you at Zouk Out!!! Omg, its time for fun, drinking, and wasting again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement~ Party people!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUFOgggeAnI/AAAAAAAADzk/pg6jNtPng3g/s1600-h/PA180068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUFOgggeAnI/AAAAAAAADzk/pg6jNtPng3g/s400/PA180068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278586558643831410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait to meet you for another round of endless nonsense. Its been way too long since we wore like this, ya? Shall see you in soon~ Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-3556644892029912471?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/13th-dec-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/SUFOgggeAnI/AAAAAAAADzk/pg6jNtPng3g/s72-c/PA180068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-7907900170789474605</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T23:56:52.036+08:00</atom:updated><title>Dreaming</title><description>Lately, I've been dreaming daily that it affect my work. Dream= not enough sleep= fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, tell me how bad can this get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!--nuffnang --&gt;
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&lt;!--nuffnang--&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37940686-7907900170789474605?l=kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://kissesfromabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Bianca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940686.post-3353424861844903372</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T23:53:36.893+08:00</atom:updated><title>Girlies~</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlFSoodYrI/AAAAAAAADw8/VXkGGqSh00s/s1600-h/n702243879_1119731_3255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlFSoodYrI/AAAAAAAADw8/VXkGGqSh00s/s400/n702243879_1119731_3255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276324624888324786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy things we can do when we hang out together, without our uniform. Trust me, no one can guess which occupation we are from when we act like this... And I mean the one below.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlFg9SypGI/AAAAAAAADxE/x0VPX6oKj0U/s1600-h/n702243879_1119742_6472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlFg9SypGI/AAAAAAAADxE/x0VPX6oKj0U/s400/n702243879_1119742_6472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276324870952756322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Childhood deprived aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, its that time again, when we hang out together to chill. Relieve every stress we faced from work. Went over to Vivo, where we *ahem* helped them to close the shopping centre, and also, cleaned the floor with our barefoots.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlGAzX6FsI/AAAAAAAADxM/g3og011ddkw/s1600-h/n702243879_1119752_9599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlGAzX6FsI/AAAAAAAADxM/g3og011ddkw/s400/n702243879_1119752_9599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276325418045675202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I've got no idea why I look like I'm getting to fights lately in the photos I see. Pffts..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ate over at Earle Swensen, where Seri and I shared lobster baked rice. *drool* &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlGe8I17qI/AAAAAAAADxU/UmXDa0qNGOk/s1600-h/n702243879_1119723_746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlGe8I17qI/AAAAAAAADxU/UmXDa0qNGOk/s400/n702243879_1119723_746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276325935794482850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all is not complete, if we did not Gossip! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlGvdZXj8I/AAAAAAAADxc/neiLrdbOalE/s1600-h/n702243879_1119714_8386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlGvdZXj8I/AAAAAAAADxc/neiLrdbOalE/s400/n702243879_1119714_8386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276326219600072642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its like a must. Ok, just kidding. We were merely talking about girls stuffs. So I looked pretty much happy here, but deep down that day, something was not right. Of course, me being me, shared what went wrong, but to only 1 of them who I trust. =) I was merely wearing a mask with a forced smile, but right after we left this restaurant, the mask was off too. Back to crazy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlG1gPClMI/AAAAAAAADxk/uJG9ffFjKUE/s1600-h/n702243879_1119716_8898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlG1gPClMI/AAAAAAAADxk/uJG9ffFjKUE/s400/n702243879_1119716_8898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276326323441276098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yakking with the girls is never enough. I need to talk on the phone too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlHfS-vAvI/AAAAAAAADxs/pSgCsH2CNhM/s1600-h/n702243879_1119726_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlHfS-vAvI/AAAAAAAADxs/pSgCsH2CNhM/s400/n702243879_1119726_1850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327041437729522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shameless vanity checks!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlHsdA4x4I/AAAAAAAADx0/0wTthYgPTfM/s1600-h/n702243879_1119733_3830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlHsdA4x4I/AAAAAAAADx0/0wTthYgPTfM/s400/n702243879_1119733_3830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327267469412226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's vivo without countless splurge? So right after we closed their shops, we went to the playground to camwhore. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlH98CVe4I/AAAAAAAADx8/bSlea7MJgbo/s1600-h/n702243879_1119743_6780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlH98CVe4I/AAAAAAAADx8/bSlea7MJgbo/s400/n702243879_1119743_6780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327567854762882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlITg01adI/AAAAAAAADyE/lvoiLJZHmD8/s1600-h/n702243879_1119744_7079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlITg01adI/AAAAAAAADyE/lvoiLJZHmD8/s400/n702243879_1119744_7079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327938507499986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlIqECJ6kI/AAAAAAAADyM/-wnCUqeP91Y/s1600-h/n702243879_1119746_7706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlIqECJ6kI/AAAAAAAADyM/-wnCUqeP91Y/s400/n702243879_1119746_7706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276328325915732546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting into positions can be really a hassle. It needs countless of discussions. Unbelievable!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlJODcU8JI/AAAAAAAADyU/fUvBML5NHu8/s1600-h/n702243879_1119745_7400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlJODcU8JI/AAAAAAAADyU/fUvBML5NHu8/s400/n702243879_1119745_7400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276328944232362130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Failure is the mother of success. So we decided for another shot. In fact, jumping makes me taller, so why not. Ah haha.. Ok, I felt stupid for typing that. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlJSsF6XjI/AAAAAAAADyc/_yHEVw5EcQQ/s1600-h/n702243879_1119747_8043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlJSsF6XjI/AAAAAAAADyc/_yHEVw5EcQQ/s400/n702243879_1119747_8043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276329023863676466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture Perfect! Love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls that refused to JUMP. Hehe.. So we became the live entertainers for them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlJvd_1RgI/AAAAAAAADyk/NIVNWiBlrc4/s1600-h/n702243879_1119748_8349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlJvd_1RgI/AAAAAAAADyk/NIVNWiBlrc4/s400/n702243879_1119748_8349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276329518296286722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlKITxtM8I/AAAAAAAADys/ysCqUFl2CnY/s1600-h/n702243879_1119750_8963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlKITxtM8I/AAAAAAAADys/ysCqUFl2CnY/s400/n702243879_1119750_8963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276329945049412546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlKjb4AmwI/AAAAAAAADy0/70C7NGq8XCM/s1600-h/n702243879_1119751_9289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlKjb4AmwI/AAAAAAAADy0/70C7NGq8XCM/s400/n702243879_1119751_9289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276330411079801602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate makes me high.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlLAQEWFPI/AAAAAAAADy8/KHv3ObQhEQc/s1600-h/n702243879_1119762_2825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlLAQEWFPI/AAAAAAAADy8/KHv3ObQhEQc/s400/n702243879_1119762_2825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276330906126521586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly Nadiah didn't tell us that her birthday was the next day. So Seri and I got her a slice of cake as an adhoc surprise. Impromptu celebration.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlMQtWnLmI/AAAAAAAADzM/ptIoXeRrApc/s1600-h/n702243879_1119767_4462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlMQtWnLmI/AAAAAAAADzM/ptIoXeRrApc/s400/n702243879_1119767_4462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276332288377302626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's finally 21~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlMhYbQMXI/AAAAAAAADzU/HPxqdJyF4UA/s1600-h/n702243879_1119768_4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4m3Ss3gnsPQ/STlMhYbQMXI/AAAAAAAADzU/HPxqdJyF4UA/s400/n702243879_1119768_4803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276332574817399154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That pretty much end our day. 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