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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><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" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 08:58:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Travel (Cambodia)</category><category>Travel (Local Getaway)</category><category>Party</category><category>Food (City Hall)</category><category>Food (Dempsey)</category><category>Food (Tiong Bahru)</category><category>Food (Rochor)</category><category>Food (Clarke Quay)</category><category>Food (Egyptian)</category><category>Food (Holland Village)</category><category>旺旺</category><category>Food (Mexican)</category><category>Food (European)</category><category>Food (Seafood)</category><category>Food (Arabic)</category><category>Food (Orchard)</category><category>Food (Japanese)</category><category>Travel (Thailand)</category><category>Food (Yishun)</category><category>Dessert</category><category>Food (Ang Mo Kio)</category><category>Exercise/Work Out</category><category>Food (Italian)</category><category>Food (Hi Tea)</category><category>Food (Western)</category><category>Food (Botanic Gardens)</category><category>Book</category><category>Food (Chinatown)</category><category>Food (Arab Street)</category><category>Movie/TV</category><category>Food (Dhoby Ghaut)</category><category>Online Buy</category><category>Mojito</category><category>Travel (Australia)</category><category>MTV/Music</category><category>Dessert (Fruit Tart)</category><category>Food (Rochester)</category><category>Food (Buffet)</category><category>Food (Somerset)</category><category>Food (Fusion)</category><category>Food (Serangoon)</category><category>Food (Korean)</category><category>Food (Hotel)</category><category>Food (Steamboat)</category><category>Food (BBQ)</category><category>Dessert (City Hall)</category><category>YouTube</category><category>Food (Molecular/Gastronomy)</category><category>Food (Toa Poyah)</category><category>Food (Thai)</category><category>Chill Out</category><category>Museum</category><category>Food (Robertson Quay)</category><category>Food (Siglap)</category><category>Picnic</category><category>Food (Harbourfront)</category><category>Food (Others)</category><category>Food (Balinese)</category><category>Food (French)</category><category>Food (Chinese)</category><category>#$%)#$%</category><category>Zoo/Night Safari</category><category>Food (Dim Sum)</category><category>Food (Newton)</category><category>Travel (Korea)</category><category>Travel (Japan)</category><category>Bradelis</category><category>Dance/Musical</category><category>Food (Queensway)</category><category>Threatre/Film</category><category>Food (Alexandra)</category><title>A Girl who Dreams of Being a Fairy</title><description /><link>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>294</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/thywhaleliciousfay" /><feedburner:info uri="thywhaleliciousfay" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-5321614497391257758</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T06:58:31.573+08:00</atom:updated><title>Meeting the 'him'</title><description>And I finally see the real underlying meaning when they say time is ticking away. It's not because of (just) the growing number of your age, but (also) because love too is of first &lt;s&gt;come&lt;/s&gt; love, first serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still single? Hurry mix around, people. Before he meets someone else before you. (^^lll)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-5321614497391257758?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/L-LlkCv_bgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/L-LlkCv_bgc/meeting-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/12/meeting-him.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-3904507860604088880</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T11:48:00.118+08:00</atom:updated><title>23 years old, no more</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z188/thywhaleliciousfay/tumblr_l9fpb2Zoyx1qcfknk.jpg"  /&gt;  VS  &lt;img alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z188/thywhaleliciousfay/612166_main.jpg"  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Then  VS  Now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I liken the change in my taste of clothes to me slowly transforming into a lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though having similar cut out details, the latter is more sophiscated and sexy. =p It's also a (&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;) clear sign that I'm finally accepting that I am 27 years old. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-3904507860604088880?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/SKsuY_VRTkg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/SKsuY_VRTkg/23-years-old-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/11/23-years-old-no-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-3895532146680496046</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T13:01:30.427+08:00</atom:updated><title>Like a wolf in sheep's skin...</title><description>And there was a time (&lt;em&gt;Well... Just a few years back. o_O&lt;/em&gt;) when we were careful with our words, with what we post on Facebook. Cause really, do we want to post what-used-to-be-private-affair-when-there-wasn-a-thing-called-internet for everyone to know? And what good does it do to publicise the internal issues within your team? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh! How things have changed. Now, words are spoken carelesslesly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, what's the aim in doing so? What picture are you trying to paint? Are you trying to sow discord? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's frustrating cause onlookers tend to take the one-sided story as the whole story. And it's pretty saddening, really. I hope these people will understand that internet can be deceiving. People can portray themselves to be someone they ain. Likewise, people can paint a picture that doesn exist (&lt;em&gt;with internet&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I had made it a point so far to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; talk about the problems I had/am encountering at work in either my Facebook or blog. But I am kinda tempted to spill some of the beans now. =p BUT WAIT! Let me give it more thought first. I wouldn want to blog on impulse and end up like them instead. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And repeating myself... Dont believe everything you read on the internet. *Ahem* Which includes Facebook. Similarly, you should read what I blogged with discretion. Ha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-3895532146680496046?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/aaDrGqj1QE4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/aaDrGqj1QE4/like-wolf-in-sheeps-skin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/11/like-wolf-in-sheeps-skin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-8797431668324241631</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-15T17:19:54.479+08:00</atom:updated><title>Change!</title><description>I've resigned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say it's not an easy decision to make. I've been with the company for 4.5 years and there's definitely the emotional attachment. The part where I want to continue growing with the company, contribute to the company and help bring the company to higher heights. But... Hmm... Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has finally come to the point where I want to make a choice that's for myself. But as much as I have made up my mind, whenever I think about how I'm leaving this place behind, like my respected DPD Mr Lee, I feel sad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!!! I do have to say that as much as I'm reluctant to leave, I am very excited about the change! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come 1st December, not only will I be starting at the new company, it's going to mark the start of me working towards achieving my other goals in life. You can also say it's kinda of a dateline that I am giving myself to stop procastinating too. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am really, really looking forward to what the future will bring. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Lei Garden for dinner last night and... OMG! The abalone and hairy crab were so yummy! And it was my first time tackling a hairy crab too. o_O Haha. Time for me to pick up my camera again. I miss taking photographs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-8797431668324241631?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/FOeiMsuGRRM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/FOeiMsuGRRM/change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/11/change.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-8759669633930192374</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-16T19:59:13.607+08:00</atom:updated><title>Our beautiful Angel is married! =)</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z188/thywhaleliciousfay/296811_10150326192308333_640043332_8351454_348756151_n.jpg"  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*Gasp* The only group picture we managed to take!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dearest Angeline is married. And we're soooooooooo happy for her! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attended a number of weddings, and nothing was quite like attending Angeline's. And it has nothing to do with the fact that our clique was her sisters (&lt;em&gt;Yes, it was my first time being one too. Haha&lt;/em&gt;). It's just that... When you attend a close friend's wedding, you are more emotionally involved/attached. So when Angeline was giving her thank you speech, and when her husband sang a love song to her during the dinner, it just brought tears to our eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our clique has been together for 8 years and counting. And I wouldn say it was an entirely smooth 8 years. As with all friendships, we had our good times and not so happy times. But it's how we stuck through thick and thin together. We have our differences, but we worked it out, compromised, understood one another to be able to stay so close after all these while. So it's only natural we want the best for one another too. So yes, we are so happy Angeline is entering into her next phase of her life happily - Marriage. That we are assured Finian will definitely love her and treat her right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angeline, we cant tell you enough, but we are so happy for you! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-8759669633930192374?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/dAoNiCdazXo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/dAoNiCdazXo/our-beautiful-angel-is-married.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-beautiful-angel-is-married.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-2025382363800033976</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-25T14:09:07.360+08:00</atom:updated><title>I still (weakly) believe in a thing called love...</title><description>Ah... I cant stand it when I start to feel depressed. It's like a (&lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;) hole. Once I'm in, it's so hard to get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have been attending quite a number of weddings recently. And for them to attend their good friends' children's weddings... It's really more nerve wrecking for me than it is for them. Cause everytime at these weddings, my parents' friends will be saying "Oh, so next in line should be your daughter!" And it hurts me to think what a difficult position I must have put my parents in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a relationship or even dating for my parents to at least reply with "Yah. Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most unfilial act a child can commit is to not get married. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, it's not like I dont want to be in a relationship. I just dont want to be going into a relationship for the sake of it. I want to meet Mr Right. Yes, I am 27 but I still believe in Prince Charming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I have actually resigned to fate that I might never get married. o_O It's as though there's a 3-weeks curse hovering aroud me. Everytime I start dating (&lt;em&gt;Like getting to know the other party better&lt;/em&gt;), the guy will mysteriously disappear after 3 weeks. Seriously. They will suddenly disappear into thin air. They wont even (&lt;em&gt;bother to&lt;/em&gt;) slowly decrease the frequency of messages exchanged, etc. They just disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while, I suspect I must be the problem. Maybe I wear my heart too much on my sleeve. But I dont get it. If two people have interest in each other and start going out, ain we supposed to be candid with our feelings? You mean we (&lt;em&gt;females&lt;/em&gt;) must still somehow pose ourselves as a challenge by playing-hard-to-get? *Scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I say maybe I ain suited for the dating scene. Which is also why I decided it's best to focus my energy on my career. Should all fail, at least I have my career to fall back on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^^lll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk! And that's me trying to &lt;s&gt;be&lt;/s&gt; act strong by saying that last line. Acting all career minded or using materialistic goods to cover my actual need. *Shakes head at myself* Let's face it, I still hope to be swept off my feet. I still believe in love. But I am slowly losing faith that I can have my own fairy tale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-2025382363800033976?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/CR_FRyR7YOc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/CR_FRyR7YOc/i-still-weakly-believe-in-thing-called.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-still-weakly-believe-in-thing-called.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-227699813531117353</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-19T12:23:48.016+08:00</atom:updated><title>I can't</title><description>I really need to let this out, cause it hurts so much inside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been listening to f(x)'s 'Nu Abo' song as I revise. But while I was taking my study break, I got curious and decided to learn more of the girl band on YouTube. And ah... What a bad move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a number of YouTube videos of Nichkun from 2pm who would always dance small segments of f(x)'s song 'Nu Abo', instead. So I was like "Okie..." and continued to search. And wala! I found out that Victoria from f(x) did a reality variety show called 'We Got Married' with Nichkhun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes!!! Busybody me continued to poke around and found links to the show. AND I AM HOOKED! What a bad move. =( Cause I cant stop watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is... It's a fake marriage. The show pairs up Korean celebrities to show what life would be like if they were married. I mean, seriously! Like why will the producers even come up with such a cruel idea/show! Cause for the Khuntoria pair... It's so obvious that they really like each other. And it's so heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, I was very curious so I googled up the ending first. (^^lll) Read that the last episode was recently aired in Korea. Last episode also meaning the pair wont be able to continue their so-called marriage life? And the thing is, there's real chemistry between Nichkun and Victoria!!! So can you imagine the pain this pair of celebrities is going through, now that their part of the production has ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zjO8p6GaLHw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do one go back to normal life when they've been living like a happily married couple? Especially when they had been at it for more than a year, with a newly wed house too! OMG. So sad. Too cruel. So whenever I listen to their (&lt;em&gt;version of the&lt;/em&gt;) song 'I can't', I can feel this GREAT sting of sadness in my heart. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so sad... I'm only at episode 35, but I woke up this morning feeling really depressed. Just at the thought of how there can be two people who's so greatly in love but cant be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I seriously need to stop watching all these Korean sitcoms. It's doing me more harm than good. o_O Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-227699813531117353?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/VB8ReCQnZao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/VB8ReCQnZao/i-cant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/zjO8p6GaLHw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-1247747807070496086</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-17T20:18:48.345+08:00</atom:updated><title>If books were like bags...</title><description>I really should be revising now but I cant stop going back to my laptop. So since I am going to waste my time, I thought I might as well waste it constructively by blogging. Haha. &lt;em&gt;What rubbish.&lt;/em&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thou shall (&lt;em&gt;try to&lt;/em&gt;) motivate myself to study hard with bags. Oh yes, as hinted in the title of my entry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z188/thywhaleliciousfay/Pictures1.jpg"  /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually pretty redundant cause I will most probably go ahead and get these bags irregardless of my results. (^^lll) Oh! I am so incurable. I doubt I can stop! I initially restricted/allowed myself to purchase only 1 bag under each category of evening, work and casual. Uh huh, that's how I ended up with my Chanel, Celine and Balenciaga respectively. =) But no... I am now expanding the guideline to 'It's okie to buy 2 from the same brand'. $_$ So yes... This is bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Time to return to my books. I realise I study much better in the company of others who are (&lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt;) studying. And I shall (&lt;em&gt;quickly&lt;/em&gt;) head back and ride on the force as my brother studies for his papers. Oh wait, he's on his laptop too. Haha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I sign off, here are 2 songs that I blast as I study. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E8ZrPFMr_nY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fDc9gURm_o8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a little (&lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;) deaf by the time I am done with my paper. o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-1247747807070496086?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/OpFWtz5Vswk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/OpFWtz5Vswk/if-books-were-like-bags.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/E8ZrPFMr_nY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-books-were-like-bags.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-3322995078416260000</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-13T14:50:53.941+08:00</atom:updated><title>Confused being</title><description>I'm confused. Or rather, I ain exactly confused. I know what's happening. Like I know 我已心动。The confusing part comes in where I ain sure if it's okie to feel this way. (^^lll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 我心动-ed, the frequent sms-ing, whatsapp-ing and jio-ing him out for meals din seem wrong. Wrong as in... It din matter to me if I was always the one asking him out or if I'm turned down by him. We are friends. And I'm there for him, lending him my ear and my company as he nurses his broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gradually, I found myself being 心动 instead. Which erm, isn exactly gradually too cause it was over a span of less than 1 week? (&lt;em&gt;我也太容易心动了吧！&lt;/em&gt;) And when one starts caring for someone whom you like instead of as a friend, I start to be very cautious. I was worried if this is okie, or if doing that is fine. I become sensitive to a lot of stuff. And when I start to worry, it takes the joy out of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess he feels it too. I think. Haha. Which really ain good. The last thing he needs now is someone giving him nonsense. o_O Hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there's the part where I worry if I'm sticking my foot in somewhere I dont belong. Let's face it. When 1 door closes, many doors open. And that's how it is for him now. And thus, I really wonder if 我是不是在想太多。Maybe I am reading too much into his actions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell. I guess I gotta give time time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-3322995078416260000?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/U01BiiiCjF8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/U01BiiiCjF8/confused-being.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/09/confused-being.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-406392906483954387</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-01T00:07:00.217+08:00</atom:updated><title>Best of my Europe trip</title><description>Shalalala! Since I know I probably wont get down to doing up a travelogue of my Europe trip (&lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;), I decided to share some of my favourite photographs instead. =)
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&lt;br /&gt;Having ice cream with our couchsurfing host Sang Ging after crossing Tower Bridge. Sang Ging is definitely one of the most selfless person I ever known. And yes, I was holding down my skirt cause the wind was very strong. Haha!
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&lt;br /&gt;Borough market! One of my favourite places in London. So many yummy food to choose from! Please hunt down this particular stall that sells delicious almond croissant (&lt;em&gt;though pretty expensive at £2 each&lt;/em&gt;). Bro YS loves it so much that when we returned back to London on our last day, he had to have 3 more. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Needs no further introduction. The Louvre. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And we happened to be in Paris when Le Tour De France was taking place!
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&lt;br /&gt;Take away dinner. It was a Sunday and most shops were closed. Or rather, so we thought. When we finished buying our stuff, we found quite a number of restaurants open as we explored the streets nearer to our hotel. (^^lll) Roar. Haha. And that's Pierre Herme macarons! My favourite flavour is Rose! So niceeeeeeeeee!!!
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&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to take an artistic shot while we were waiting for the metro.
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&lt;br /&gt;Pastry time at Ladurée. And yes, more macarons! =) We were fortunate we din have to queue for very long.
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YS and I were very happy as we tucked away at Chez Imogène for dinner. A must try! Authentic, delicious French crepes. Best of all, affordable too! =p
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&lt;br /&gt;And what's visiting Paris without visiting the Eiffel Tower. And do take note of my chubby face in Paris, as I will do a comparsion later. Keke.
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&lt;br /&gt;One of our highlights in Paris. Dining at Michelin-starred L'Astrance. Voted as one of the 50 best restaurants by S. Pellegrino too. And they truly deserve their reputation. Everything was amazing! 
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&lt;br /&gt;Staying in Paris for 3 days was a little too long. Thus, Bro YS and I headed off to Luxembourg Garden. Something which we wouldn have done if it was not for the much time left. Bro YS and I are too used to fast paced life. So it feels weird if we are to sit down at a place for too long. Especially when we are just people watching and not doing anything constructive. It's as though we are wasting our holiday away. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And we signed up for the Triple Treat Tour by Quasimodo. I thought it will be nice to be brought around after having to find our way around in the previous 2 cities. =p And it was a treat indeed. Bro YS and I were glad we made the right choice cause Bruges' old town is actually pretty small. So it was good as the tour brought us out of old town to see other attractions. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Exploring Bruges' old town after the tour ended slightly after 5pm. And in our humble opinion, Bruges is more romantic than Paris.  
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&lt;br /&gt;Every turns in the town makes a good picture. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Taking picture &lt;s&gt;with&lt;/s&gt; in the Dutch wooden clog! Symbol of Netherlands. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Dutch pancakes for lunch! Not our typical pancakes which we have in Singapore. But yummy, nonetheless! =)
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&lt;br /&gt;And we woke up early &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; to take picture with the words &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; the crowd. Hahahaha! Well worth the effort though. =p
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&lt;br /&gt;And boarding the CNL (&lt;em&gt;City Night Line&lt;/em&gt;) for Zurich, Switzerland! Worth mentioning as it was our first rail journey. We din take many rails during our Europe trip. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YS and I exploring Zurich before meeting our parents (&lt;em&gt;who were flying in from Singapore&lt;/em&gt;) and Bro YY. And that's what I call "职业病". Bro YS still doing his (&lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;) although holidaying. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;With our parents at Zurich main (&lt;em&gt;railway&lt;/em&gt;) station. Waiting for Bro YY before heading off to Schaffhausen.
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&lt;br /&gt;The very first picture of Bro YY after having not seen him for 6 months. He's so (&lt;em&gt;crazily&lt;/em&gt;) tan!!! We almost couldn recognise him. Haha. And fast food is very expensive in Switzerland, by the way. A normal Burger King meal cost around $6 in Singapore? It's at least S$20 in Switzerland. *Jaws drop*
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&lt;br /&gt;And a family picture with the Rhine Falls. =) And yes, I was using my newly bought Celine Mini Luggage. *Grin*
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YY's landlord very kindly extended an invitation for us to join her family where we spent the day at the beach.
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&lt;br /&gt;And had raclette for dinner. One of Swiss traditional meals. Simply amazing. Hot melted cheese over potatoes, pickled cucumbers or with any ingredients you want to have with the cheese.
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&lt;br /&gt;Another picture with Alice, Bro YY's landlord. A very lovely lady! =) And yes, the potatoes were placed in the basket. 
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&lt;br /&gt;The boys getting ready to hike down Gornergrat after our rail reaches the top! 
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&lt;br /&gt;And off the boys go. Can you spot them? They were running, by the way. Crazy... Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And a very clear view of Matterhorn at night! Simply magical...
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&lt;br /&gt;Putting this up because it's such a beautiful picture. We're all smiling very brightly. Two rows of teeth! Haha. =))) 
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&lt;br /&gt;And haha, this is very funny. While we were making our way up to the Rose Garden (Rosengarten), a fruit dropped from the tree and hit Bro YS on the head. When he was walking past the cafe too. And you know how Europeans like to have their food alfresco? Hahahaha. So yah. Embarassing for Bro YS but super funny for us. I mean, what are the odds to be hit by a fruit and to have audience too? Haha. Hilarious.
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&lt;br /&gt;Nice shot taken by Daddy! Mommy loves her flowers very much. =)
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&lt;br /&gt;And we were greeted by a magnificant view of the city from the Rose Garden, which is at the top of a hill. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YS volunteers to sleep in the closet. Haha. And no, he din sleep there. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Family picture at the peak of Jungfraujoch! =) It's a pity we couldn spend more time as we were on a pretty tight schedule that day.
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&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Bro YY dont normally pose for a picture. Especially on a shopping street. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Ninja-wannabe Bro YY being cranky after catching a Mozart-inspired performance. I wanted to pull the zip all the way up but his face was too big. Haha! 
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&lt;br /&gt;Schönbrunn Palace. The place is hugeee! 
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&lt;br /&gt;The very first attraction which we conquered in Budapest. Crazy climb up.
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YY giving Mommy dearest a hand. Or rather, he had to pull her up. Haha. =)
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&lt;br /&gt;And we finally reached the peak. Liberty Statue. It must be all these crazy climbs that made all of us lose weight at the end of the trip. Not that I am complaining. Haha.
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&lt;br /&gt;Failed self take of my brothers and I. Bro YY refused to let me try again. So... Haha.
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&lt;br /&gt;Making full use of the kitchen in our apartment. Bro YY showing us his newly acquired cooking skill by whipping up delicious pasta for dinner! Ah, I am feeling hungry by the thought of it!
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YS acting stylo. Haha. Taken at the park behind Vajdahunyad Castle.
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&lt;br /&gt;We dont get to see rainbow this complete! Mommy dearest said taking a picture under the rainbow brings good luck. So yes, we &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to take a picture &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; it. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Another rare moment captured on camera. I was teasing Bro YS of how it's always either Bro YY or me holding Mommy's hands (&lt;em&gt;Or rather, pulling Mommy. Haha&lt;/em&gt;). Not that Bro YS isn close to Mommy, but I think he feels weird. Like holding hands should be for his partner. o_O So the closest he did was to place his hands on Mommy's shoulders and give her a little push from behind instead. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And yeah! Czech Republic is my favourite country for grocery shopping! The cost of living is slightly lower compared to the other European countries. Or maybe it's because we were nearing the end of our trip, and we realised we still had more cash than expected left? Haha.
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&lt;br /&gt;In front of Berliner Dom. Including this picture cause the colour captured is so rich! And yes, please look at my face. I have definitely lose weight. I can see a sharp chin! Haha. =p
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&lt;br /&gt;"Please show me your ear piece!" Haha. Inside Reichstag (Parliment House) where we had a complimentary audio guide.
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&lt;br /&gt;Family picture via reflection. I think Daddy dont know what we were trying to do. Oops... 
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&lt;br /&gt;Bro YY doing his usual funny poses. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And I din just capture Bro YY, but Bro YS and myself in the picture too. Haha.
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&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Mommy! It's not easy capturing her smiling so sweetly. =) And this was taken while we were waiting for our lunch. Maybe having food is the secret to our smiles. Haha. 
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;DAY 24: LONDON, ENGLAND&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/Europe%202011/P1060306.jpg"  /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And finally, back in London to catch our flight back to Singapore. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-406392906483954387?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/kGkGWTYjE9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/kGkGWTYjE9Y/best-of-my-europe-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/Europe%202011/th_P1030904.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-of-my-europe-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-1728354993133686951</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-30T18:11:59.685+08:00</atom:updated><title>10 years of friendship and counting!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/P1060313.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Famous Amos cookie cake&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;After having gone through some unpleasant experiences back at work, I realise friendships made during school days are indeed the most treasured bonds. These are friendships which are genuine and made to last a lifetime. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; that we cant find true friends at work... We can. I found mine, like Amy dearest! =) But it can be hard to tell if we are just being used, or not. o_O
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&lt;br /&gt;Happy 10 years anniversary to us, ODACians! Thank you Eileen, Yunci and Fiona for always organising our regular meet ups!
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&lt;br /&gt;And we ladies will be heading off to Bali this weekend for Yunci's hen's night. Excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-1728354993133686951?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/dgIBre6hvm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/dgIBre6hvm8/10-years-of-friendship-and-counting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-years-of-friendship-and-counting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-2029831228461022246</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-24T14:12:15.079+08:00</atom:updated><title>Post Europe feelings</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/IMG_0979.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Self take in Switzerland!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I've been back from Europe for slightly more than a week now (&lt;em&gt;Though it feels much longer...&lt;/em&gt;) and the biggest gift from our trip is our family bonding. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Yes, we are close. But this trip managed to take the meaning of 'closeness' to a higher level. It's amazing.
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&lt;br /&gt;Just last Saturday, I was actually planning on working over time. But I made a last minute decision to leave work on the dot. And I am glad I did that as it allowed me to rush back home &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; in time to see my mother and brothers leaving for dinner. 
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&lt;br /&gt;And... It was such a wonderful feeling. The whole atmosphere of us enjoying dinner together. The things we do and say... It's probably the same. But the feeling was just different. 
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&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed our short supermart shopping after dinner. 
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&lt;br /&gt;We went into Shop N Save without using the basket. So our Mom went "Everyone help to take 2 to 3 items." So when our Mom pointed to the first item she wanted, my 2 brothers, who were ahead of me, quickly walked past the item, leaving me with no choice but to take since I was the last. So the whole grocery shopping was injected with laughter as my brothers and I tried to outwit each other by not being the last in the line. Haha. But of course, we each ended up helping to take 2-3 items. 
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&lt;br /&gt;So yes! It really brings a smile to my face as I think about how we are brought even closer now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-2029831228461022246?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/2ftkWuWwSUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/2ftkWuWwSUY/post-europe-feelings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-europe-feelings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-1160253746774972166</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-08T12:48:26.799+08:00</atom:updated><title>My absolute wants</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z188/thywhaleliciousfay/celinetaupe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Credit: gchandler5 @ &lt;a href="http://forum.purseblog.com"&gt;TPF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z188/thywhaleliciousfay/chanelmedium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celine Luggage Phantom, S, Taupe (Smooth Leather)&lt;br /&gt;Chanel Classic Flap, M/L, Biege Clair (Caviar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-1160253746774972166?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/5FrD2572hPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/5FrD2572hPE/my-absolute-wants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-absolute-wants.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-7194961086908631444</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-03T23:34:30.721+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fairy tales... Do they exist?</title><description>Just finished watching 'Lie to Me'. But why am I feeling sad when it was a happy ending? o_O Sigh. Could it be as what someone who recently advised me... "不要浪费你的青春。它一去不回。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qh0ivTfmsu4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... When I am asked about my love life, my default answer has been "There's no one" for quite a while now. And everyone will always go "How can that be?" But, really... Why not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always tell my Mom that I am going to stick with her whenever she probed too. Though really, there's the little fear in me that things may really turn out that way. But hey, it ain that bad being an independent woman. Erm... Right? *Looks around for affirmation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn watch too many 韩剧。(^^lll)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-7194961086908631444?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/fZsKDiscP58" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/fZsKDiscP58/fairy-tales-do-they-exist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qh0ivTfmsu4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/07/fairy-tales-do-they-exist.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-3889172928593848430</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T10:57:11.492+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mommy dearest</title><description>I like how Mom surprises me occasionally with her accidental wrong usage of words at 7.45am which really cracks me up. A good way to start the day, I say. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: *诉苦-ing* ... And let him eat his apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Look at her*&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I mean, humble pie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Laugh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm looking forward to Saturday. Mom and I are going on a TV marathon to watch the remaining 8 episodes of 'Lie to Me'. Oh, I cant wait! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-3889172928593848430?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/SMyg4PJxWYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/SMyg4PJxWYI/mommy-dearest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/06/mommy-dearest.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-3798827818745950707</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-19T19:15:20.650+08:00</atom:updated><title>Wardrobe, decluttered!</title><description>I finally tidied up my &lt;em&gt;entireee&lt;/em&gt; wardrobe of clothes!!! *Does a little victory dance* Haha. I had clothes in wardrobes, boxes and even in shelves which I thought were dedicated to books! o_O Hmm... *Sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, my clothes are either hanging nicely in my wardrobes or packed neatly in boxes with 2 boxes of wearable, 1 box of to-lost-weight-for/alter (&lt;em&gt;Haha. Oops!&lt;/em&gt;), 1 box of to-sell-online and 1 gigantic box to-donate-to-Salvation-Army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/Boxes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other (&lt;em&gt;unlabelled&lt;/em&gt;) gigantic box contains clothes that do not belong to me. Apparently, Mom dearest had conveniently converted the corner of my room into a storage area. Yeps! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy. I din understand why my Mom was always saying I'm purchasing too many till now. There's easily 50 pieces in the gigantic box, and with each garment costing at least $20... There's like $1000 worth of clothes!!! $_$ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more purchasing of clothes with the mentality of "Buy first than to regret if it goes out of stock". o_O Yes, I &lt;s&gt;am&lt;/s&gt; was guilty of that. But I'm sure I am not the only one who purchase with this type of mentality!!! Er... &lt;em&gt;Right?&lt;/em&gt; o_O Haha. I'm trying to pull someone 下水 with me on this. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes! I really think it's good to make it a point to tidy up our wardrobes regularly to remind ourselves what we have too. I din realise I have like 5 biege coloured jackets. So yes, no more purchasing of nude colored jackets. Or rather, no more purchasing of outerwear in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cleared your wardrobe? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-3798827818745950707?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/k4cX15ToSOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/k4cX15ToSOM/wardrobe-decluttered.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/06/wardrobe-decluttered.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-5970187474694461460</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-22T21:43:14.658+08:00</atom:updated><title>What do you do when you miss someone?</title><description>You know... You dont stop missing someone. You find excuses to tell yourself to stop missing the person. You miss someone but the world has it that we must be strong. That we cant appear vulnerable. Why are we missing someone if the person dont miss us. And so, you make yourself wear a mask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with time, as we wear the mask, we keep telling ourselves the lie over and over again that we dont miss the person in an attempt to convince ourselves that we are fine. But deep inside, we continue to miss the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how some cope with death. For me, that's how I cope missing a person whom I am afraid of letting the party know I miss him/her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside... *Snaps out of emotional mode* o_O Hee. I did not just fall out of love. It's funny how friends read my recent more emotional shoutout on Facebook and think that I must be seeing someone. Well, no... I ain seeing anyone. Instead, it's not unusual that I miss people whom I genuinely care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont we have friends who need not be connected to us by blood, but they're like family to us? They are the ones whom we want to share their woo and woes. We want to know how they've been when we haven heard from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Turn on emotional mode* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMU. I wonder how you're faring. I hope you are well and strong. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-5970187474694461460?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/e75YbOPqfQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/e75YbOPqfQM/what-do-you-do-when-you-miss-someone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-do-when-you-miss-someone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-549409275546941604</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-19T23:34:06.586+08:00</atom:updated><title>Day Number One</title><description>Oh! It has been a long, long while since I came back here. In fact, I was a little scared to view my own webpage. I was half expecting to see cobwebs. o_O Haha. Okie, not really. I guess I was afraid because I will be reminded of how much I am growing, or rather not growing, when I return to read my last entry. *Sheepish grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I am a little relieved to say I've not been very stagnant during these 3 months. Though, I'm ashamed to say that as much as I have straightened out my thoughts on certain aspects, I have not put in my heart to work towards the newly established goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Why does that not sound new? &lt;em&gt;Time to stop dreaming and be present, TWF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's funny how I woke up today to feel like it's a good day to embark on a change. I know. It's weird, but I felt energised. Could be due to the dream I had last night, but that's besides the point. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the first step by having bacon and scrambled eggs. o_O Haha. I used to diet by somersizing back in Junior College days. And that diet actually helped me drop a dress size. So yes, today, I started somersizing. May the determination be with me. =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone out there who may be interested, you can find more information at here &gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.suzannesomers.com/"&gt;Suzanne Somers&lt;/a&gt;. Her website has changed a lot from 10 years ago, but as a guideline, one should be consuming either fruits, meat + vegetable, or carbo + vegetable at any point of time. Strictly no combination of meat + carbo together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, 1 more month to Europe. OMG! It's scary. We have not settled our accomodation and all the transfer between cities. Please, I dont mind sleeping on the street if I am with my brothers, but not with my parents. o_O Haha. But my brothers and I are swamped with studies and work respectively. So I really hope everything will turn out well. Please! Keke. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pre-Europe symptoms have started setting in. I am not sure about you, but when I think of Europe, I think of being able to purchase my branded bags with savings. So yes, research into my favourites brands has led me to purchase my Balenciaga bag via mail order from London. Haha. It's still in the box though cause I cant bring myself to bring out such an expensive bag. o_O Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am working hard at saving/raising money to purchase my Chanel when we finally fly over. Please, I must save enough in time! But any sponsors or donations are welcome in getting my dream Chanel classic flap M/L in biege claire, caviar. I dont even mind waking up to see it beautifully waiting in a box. HAHA! Okie, I am day dreaming again. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes... Time to get off the laptop now. It's crazy how addicted I am to my gadgets. Especially to my iPhone. Roar! I bring it everywhere I go. Even when I am bathing. Okie. Enough said. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-549409275546941604?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/MwhjVuXLBqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/MwhjVuXLBqU/day-number-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-number-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-8883740094336302275</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T12:53:36.466+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡334: You'll never enjoy your life living inside the box</title><description>Pardon my lack of updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic how work now needs more of me to be at my laptop, yet I find myself with less time to do... *Cough* My own stuff at the computer. You know, like surf the net or blog. (^^lll) Haha. Though the main reason is really because I have outgrown this space. There were the few times when I wanted to blog, but I'll be like "Errr... Okie. I think that can wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. This blog needs a revamp in order to grow with me. (^^lll) Hoping to find a good website designer who can help me achieve what I want with my blog, and most importantly, within my budget cause... I'm also saving up for Europe. Yes! Tickets to Europe have been bought. And I will be spending my birthday there. Yeah! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now thinking of what other sports I should try after having sky dived in New Zealand. Maybe hang gliding or zip lining? Cant wait. Super excited for July to come. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-8883740094336302275?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/bIw6JzzSZzQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/bIw6JzzSZzQ/334-youll-never-enjoy-your-life-living.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/03/334-youll-never-enjoy-your-life-living.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-2155484360493437320</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-16T09:08:52.788+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡333: So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/cozycotiwd2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.cozycot.com/IWD/tan-wenfang-profile.html"&gt;Cozycot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And almost two months back, Cozycot emailed me to participate in their search of 100 inspiring women. And when I read that mail, I immediately went on to read my next mail. Haha. Cause frankly, there are so many women I know of who are (&lt;em&gt;More&lt;/em&gt;) inspiring. Then, just before the dateline, I thought "Actually, why not? Everyone is inspiring in their own ways. It's a matter of big or small." And with that, I submitted my entry. And yes, in a way, I was trying my luck too. Haha. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it came as a surprise when Cozycot contacted me with the news that I am one of the 100. I'm a little embarrassed, actually. But hey! I'm an inspirer in my small ways. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta thank Cozycot too. Cause in a way, this nomination has made me want to achieve more. Like what more can I do for myself? And yes... I have a new found direction. I dont think I want to say what it is here, cause I have a big ego. It will be embarrassing if I cant achieve what I plan on doing. Haha! But yes, I am happy with the new route I am going to embark. And just a hint, I am going back to being a student. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST. MAKE. SURE. I. PULL. THROUGH. THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4X-f-TIsT5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4X-f-TIsT5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;YouTube Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KatyPerryVEVO#p/u/6/4X-f-TIsT5M"&gt;KatyPerryVEVO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quoting Katy Perry, "I think that in life people are challenged to get to where they wanna be, to reach their goals. And hopefully they can hear the song and be inspired and find out that those challenges. ain really difficult to get pass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-2155484360493437320?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/EdYmp3YffgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/EdYmp3YffgA/333-so-you-could-open-one-that-leads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/03/333-so-you-could-open-one-that-leads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-304129188842782694</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 14:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-24T13:14:00.950+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡332: Happy birthday Yeekiat!</title><description>The 'Words With Friends' fever has hit our team hard. Everyone who has an iPhone is pitting against one another. Haha. It's crazy, I swear. And thus, for Yeekiat's birthday, besides heading down to The Old Brown Shoe for dinner last night, look at what we got for him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/P1030567-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/P1030569-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edible scrabble set. How apt! Haha. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-304129188842782694?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/AXV7OgD6xmA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/AXV7OgD6xmA/332-happy-birthday-yeekiat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/02/332-happy-birthday-yeekiat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-1814688546317801777</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-24T13:13:50.019+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡331: Tonight I'll be sleeping, sleeping with my eyes wide shut</title><description>Ever since Bro YY went overseas, Bro YS and I have been heading home straight after work almost every night. In fact, I dare say every night! Haha. Cause you see... Bro YY is usually the one who stays in after school every night while Bro YS and I are more active meeting friends or working late. But now that Bro YY is overseas, Bro YS and I are taking the initative to spend more time at home (&lt;em&gt;After work&lt;/em&gt;) to accompany Mommy dearest. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really is a good thing for us to spend more time at home too. &lt;em&gt;Oh, how we have been taking home for granted.&lt;/em&gt; (^^lll) But for the very first time since Bro YY went to Switzerland in January, I met up with my friends. =) Cause as much as it's good to spend more time at home, I shouldn be neglecting my friends too much. Yeps! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, we went over to Ian's place for dinner last night. Shuqin bought the famous salted egg crabs from Master Crab at Ghim Moh Road. And OMG! It was the bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing about Ian, Stephanie and Shuqin... They are super small eaters. Seriously. And because they dont eat much, they finish their meals pretty fast. So by the time I was done with my fried rice, cereal prawns and smoked salmon salad (&lt;em&gt;Which Stephanie got from Jelita&lt;/em&gt;), everyone was done when I was about to start on my crab! (^^lll) So yah... Din eat much of the crab cause I felt like a glutton being the only one left (&lt;em&gt;Still&lt;/em&gt;) eating. Upset!!! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/Latte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I actually arranged for Shuqin to pass her coffee art skill (&lt;em&gt;Haha. I have no idea what's the right term&lt;/em&gt;) to a friend who's trying to master it. But... Anyhow! In the end, Shuqin let me tried instead. =) No prize for guessing who did the cup on the left. (^^lll) Haha. The middle cup was done with Shuqin guiding my hand, while the right was me totally on my own. Haha! What a beautiful mess. Haha! Shuqin will be going "Move the cup to the left" and I will be like "Huh? Which cup! The right one or the left one?" when the only cup is in my left hand cause the one in my right is the jug (&lt;em&gt;Containing the milk&lt;/em&gt;). Haha! OMG! Hilarious... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/lavacake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended dinner with freshly baked chocolate lava cakes by Shuqin. OMG! So nice!!! Thank you Shuqin for going through all the trouble and to Ian for hosting us. Loved, loved, loved the night. We need more of such. No more dining out? HAHA! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-1814688546317801777?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/sSO-Yv5XU-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/sSO-Yv5XU-k/331-tonight-ill-be-sleeping-sleeping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/02/331-tonight-ill-be-sleeping-sleeping.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-1925112560342251578</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 10:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-09T19:03:33.660+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡330: You'll never enjoy your life living inside the box</title><description>All of us are triggered by different issues. For me, my insecurity and lack of confidence occurs because I ain slim. (^^lll) Yes, I know... It's crazy. Close friends who know about these cant understand why. But it's just so... And it eats at me really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I am making a pact with myself. I dont want to be insecure or unconfident anymore. There are the times when I know I have it in me, but I allow my weight issue get in the way instead. Argh! It's frustrating! It's like I know I am up to it but this (&lt;em&gt;Irritating&lt;/em&gt;) voice that's somewhere inside me will go "Are you sure?" And suddenly, the fats in my body will take control. (^^lll) Errr. Okie, that came out totally weird. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont quite know how to put it down in words, but... Let's just say, since I know what makes me feel lousy about myself, I will tackle the problem at &lt;s&gt;the&lt;/s&gt; that root. Two months. I am giving myself two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side tracking... Maybe I should take a 'before' photograph so that I can compare it with the new me two months later. Hee. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-1925112560342251578?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/_hn10DCqxwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/_hn10DCqxwc/330-youll-never-enjoy-your-life-living.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/02/330-youll-never-enjoy-your-life-living.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-6115329941681347225</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2011 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-05T22:09:37.977+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡329: Happy Lunar New Year!</title><description>Why I am feeling 2011 is going to be a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received one month's supply of lenses courtesy of Freshlook (&lt;a href="http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2010/12/323-like-im-only-one-who-knows-your.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;). Though I most probably will look for lenses which diameter is bigger than Freshlook's 13.8mm cause the Illuminate lenses doesn make my eyes look drastically bigger. =p And for those who still remember, I am 9th December in Freshlook Calender 2011, &lt;a href="http://effortlessbeauty.sg/illuminate2011calendar/#/DEC/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. They totally cropped my submitted picture cause of my photograph's cluttered background. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won a pair of movie tickets from HungryGoWhere, &lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/top10/Risotto/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Totally unexpected. But it's always nice to receive such. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj67/whaleliciousfay/CNYeve11_4Dresults-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Results Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.singaporepools.com.sg/"&gt;Singapore Pools&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone number came up! Pretty excited although I din buy. (^^lll) Haha! But I have to confess for that very day (&lt;em&gt;It being Chinese New Year eve&lt;/em&gt;), I did think of buying my IC number and handphone number! So... Roar. But hey! It's a sign Lady Luck is shining on me. Haha! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-6115329941681347225?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/luv6MzcZ8qA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/luv6MzcZ8qA/329-happy-lunar-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/02/329-happy-lunar-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352169788158261063.post-4101421993353733486</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-30T14:30:21.723+08:00</atom:updated><title>♡328: Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday</title><description>It's crazy, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late into the night, I miss you so much that I cry myself to sleep... Wondering when can we meet again. For when we are apart, I realise how precious every moment of us being together is. Yet, when we are together, I take our meetings for granted cause everything just feel so right. That I need not worry about not seeing you again too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant say enough, "You are to me the way my family is to me." When I get married, I want no many bridesmaids. Instead, I need just one bridesman. You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352169788158261063-4101421993353733486?l=thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~4/JOd1R6ljt7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/thywhaleliciousfay/~3/JOd1R6ljt7I/328-let-rain-wash-away-all-pain-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (thywhaleliciousfay)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thywhaleliciousfay.blogspot.com/2011/01/328-let-rain-wash-away-all-pain-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

