<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015</id><updated>2012-01-19T10:23:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo Village</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1711268938262896809</id><published>2010-02-02T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:42:36.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby turns 32!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday my dear Baby!! Today marked the 32nd birthday of my stupid, horny, naughty, boring boyfriend. Hehehehe.. He is not gonna read this so it's ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually a number of times when i am deciding if i should just shut this blog. This place had followed me through many wind wind rain rain. Actually to be fair to Dear, i was thinking of shifting to another blog address and do some wedding stuff writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be celebrating Dear's birthday tonight at The White Rabbit. Gotta say that is an awesome place (for the time being). They had given us a private corner so i can have a low profile birtjday clebration with Dear. He doesn't like to make it too obvious that we are having a birthday celebration. This is the 3rd Birthday we had celebrated ever since we got together and I am really loving it when every year past! Ok.. I should have posted our HK post but i am darn lazy to post further.. In fact ths blog entry was triggered by my very troublesome sister who said that my blog is growing cob web.. So my smelly er jie.. I have a new blog entry.. now my blog is more updated than yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahahaha! ok. period (with Baby's photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/S2e7F4QpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/VIjsWNtKsvg/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433517185121724322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/S2e7F4QpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/VIjsWNtKsvg/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1711268938262896809?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1711268938262896809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1711268938262896809' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1711268938262896809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1711268938262896809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2010/02/baby-turns-32.html' title='Baby turns 32!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/S2e7F4QpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/VIjsWNtKsvg/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2817917685649159900</id><published>2010-01-22T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:40:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fannie's dream</title><content type='html'>My sister told me about her dream this morning. It gaves me creep because just before i fell a sleep i heard man coughing in the living room. My initial thought was my dad was back from work but he verified it this morning that he returned home at 11+.. I fell a sleep before 10.. so the cough.. who does it belongs to since i am THE ONLY ONE AT HOME!!!!! Gosh.. this sounded like some creepy ghost story already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned, my sis told me about her dream. He dreamt of godpa and he told her that he is leaving and will visit me before he move on. The first sefish thought that came across my mind was NO! Not now.. He hadn't seen me in wedding gown. I remembered that he told me he wanted to see me grow up, graduate, pak tor, get married and have children. For the previous mentioned, he only seen the first 9 years of my "grow up" life. So my answer was NO! He cannot leave yet. Not at this moment! He will want to see this.. he want to see this.. 1.5 years more. That's all i ask of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On contrary, part of me is happy that he can leave now. He should go if it is the time and it will be good for him. The chance he miss now may not return any more. I shouldn't be so selfish. I once told him to leave in peace. I always knew he is around and never really leave because he is in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2817917685649159900?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2817917685649159900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2817917685649159900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2817917685649159900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2817917685649159900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2010/01/fannies-dream.html' title='Fannie&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7123388010355559006</id><published>2010-01-20T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:55:20.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me out</title><content type='html'>Sometimes during my emo cells are working, I will keep thinking of the unneccessary things. It's like, all that i told you i wanted to share with you, you are now sharing with someone else. It's everyone small details lor.. Hmm.. I ain't jealous but I somehow wonder did my suggestion trigger part of what you are sharing with her. Sometimes i really hope 4 years ago this song was available and i can give you as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i present to you "Cry me out" by Pixie Lott... Enjoy the small details of the song. I will not return no matter what you say or do now. So stop trying to flirt with me.. you already have her.. Part of you can treat her as my replacement, just don't come flirting anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got you emails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't get females now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's in my heart is not in your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mate you're too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you ain't the wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now were you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's out of my hands since you blew the last chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you played me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tears that will fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Means nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to get over yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby you ain't all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby there's no way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can keep talking but baby i'm walking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i found out you messed me about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back then I believed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i don't need ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pic on your phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proves you ain't alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was with you yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now i couldn't care about who, what or where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tears that will fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Means nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time you get over yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby you ain't all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby there's no way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can keep talking but baby I'm walking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy there ain't no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't hurt a little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy better get used to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can keep talking but baby I'm walking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to cry me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tears taht will fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Means nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time you get over yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause baby you ain't all that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby theres no way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can keep talking baby I'm walking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7123388010355559006?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7123388010355559006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7123388010355559006' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7123388010355559006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7123388010355559006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2010/01/cry-me-out.html' title='Cry me out'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5884194330115626605</id><published>2010-01-11T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:46:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to do this yesterday but it sems like i had not figured out how to use it through my phone... First, gotta wish YX a very happy (belated) birthday!!!!!! I mixed up her date with another friend's again... and lucky i got it rght yesterday. Sorry gal.. seems like i keep mixing up your address, your birthday... not sure of what will comes next...Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marked the 9 months mark! So 9 more months to go.. and i am fully prepared of what may come. YEAH!!! Can't wait.. I am really enjoying this.. How?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5884194330115626605?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5884194330115626605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5884194330115626605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5884194330115626605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5884194330115626605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2068914662069746729</id><published>2009-12-21T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:03:58.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I wanna jot this down before i forget about this happiness. You can say that i am stupid, i still wanna say that i couldn't sleep yesterday night because i was too too too HAPPY! It was suppose to be a normal Sunday for dear and me doing Xmas shopping. On our way to Taka, Dear suddenly asked me, "Do you still want your bubble bubble?" I was quite confused at teh moment because i was concentrating on making our way to Taka and I replied, "Huh? What bubble?" And i seriously thought he is gonna buy me a bottle of bubble.. BUAHAHAHA!! It was like after 5 seconds, I realized what dear was asking! He wanted to buy me the winter jacket from AX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the jacket was bought at 50% discount (dear will never buy for me if its at the original price), I was still very very happy because I had long given up on getting one in Singapore! What can i say... Hmm.. I am loving him more and more everyday! Today we are going for our early Xmas dinner because we are both very busy for this whole week even until Xmas day.and we will be flying off on boxing day. I had brought his present along.. hope he will like my choice!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2068914662069746729?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2068914662069746729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2068914662069746729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2068914662069746729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2068914662069746729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy.html' title='Happy!!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6788926235625560291</id><published>2009-12-17T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:26:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>Can i just have my floral decoration?! Its been like 1 week. So when can i get it??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6788926235625560291?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6788926235625560291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6788926235625560291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6788926235625560291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6788926235625560291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/12/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7775338411260852668</id><published>2009-12-14T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:41:53.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood-less</title><content type='html'>When can i confirm my date?! Does every date need to take 1 month to confirm?!&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a date... I thought we can book.. tomorrow the red light will appear and got to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel like calling it off.. Why go through so much troubles when I cannot have the final say? Sometimes i seriously wonder what if its their own daughter getting married?Will they do the same thing? No due respect to the girl's family or their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes these kinda mean thoughts really came across my mind. Is it because previously when they were preparing their weddings they were being stopped from the preparation? IF they are paying for the whole thing i don't mind waiting since they are paying! CUMON! I PAY HALF OF IT OK?! AND I AM TIRED OF WAITING FOR MONTHS WITH NO CONCLUSION!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7775338411260852668?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7775338411260852668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7775338411260852668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7775338411260852668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7775338411260852668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/12/mood-less.html' title='mood-less'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6838991231757081048</id><published>2009-12-09T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:48:37.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Yesh, 2009 is ending and beofre the year end, i wanna meet my girls!!! Actually i don't have much to blog about because things had been quite stagnent lately. This weekend is gonna be a busy one. Starting from Saturday, Dear and I will need to meet teh geomancer which i had found online to check out the date. Actually i also don't know what is in his mind. He said we can get the dates just for reference and actualized one will be the one provided by their "trusted and expensive" geomancer. WTH! Then why are we looking at the dates now when we cannot confirm anything until after CNY next year?! Sometimes due to the drag, i felt like calling off the whole thing. What are we doing when we look at the dates for customary? What is the meaning of it if i don't even have a say in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's mum said something real irritating the other day and i was as offended by her words as dear. It seems like she just wanted to get it over and done with without considering other factors. The moment she heard me saying that braces "maybe" done by Oct next year she wanted the wedding to be in Dec. Cumon! we need time for photos lor! So if Dec cannot she want it in Jan and suggested taht we dont get the hotels we wanted if we cannot book it. In this case, what is the use of the banquet then? Dear was so angry that he suggested not doing it at all. Actually i was happy when his mum agreed not to do the banquet but knowing his family, these are just an exchange of heated words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6838991231757081048?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6838991231757081048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6838991231757081048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6838991231757081048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6838991231757081048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5447501634323917785</id><published>2009-11-04T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:53:22.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for reference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. just in case there are anyone who is interested to go to Mandarin Oriental for Solemnization, the below is for your reference... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SvFAA1rNQLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/eeml0e308dc/s1600-h/IMG_0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400167811346415794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SvFAA1rNQLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/eeml0e308dc/s320/IMG_0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice Habour view right?! Dear was asking "regret booking too early right?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the regrets only surface after i saw the below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SvFABF9kw2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/uZg2Cb3Lh0U/s1600-h/IMG_0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400167815718421346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SvFABF9kw2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/uZg2Cb3Lh0U/s320/IMG_0980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh, this is the poolside restaurant. NICE RIGHT?! Honestly i did not take much picture of ths place because i don't wanna indulge too much into my regrets. The maximum number of people this place can hold is only 100 people. So for small event, this is a cosy place. The hotel will close the pool for few hours in order for you to hold your event. So its gonna be total privacy for the couples!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad that i had already booked Halia, otherwise i may take this place. Hmm.. Actually, this place maybe already booked for my date anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5447501634323917785?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5447501634323917785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5447501634323917785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5447501634323917785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5447501634323917785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-reference.html' title='Just for reference'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SvFAA1rNQLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/eeml0e308dc/s72-c/IMG_0979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2854799868986613564</id><published>2009-11-02T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:34:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Wedding Show</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i seriously wonder what will happen next after all these were settled. We went to another wedding show yesterday. This time is Mandarin Oriental. I was totall blown away by the view of the solemnization room and for a moment, i regretted booking Halia so early. The restaurant was good as well but i did not ask the price since we had already booked our place and there is no way we can get the deposit back in full. I will still stick to Halia since that place is considered both economically and environmentally perfect. BUAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i like MO and hope that we can take there but dear doesn't like the curved ballroom plus the price is a little steep. Now i am having an idea of the tea ceremony in the hotel... Lets see how we can do it. Shall do more research..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2854799868986613564?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2854799868986613564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2854799868986613564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2854799868986613564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2854799868986613564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-wedding-show.html' title='Another Wedding Show'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7050426423454145809</id><published>2009-10-30T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:33:05.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things comes in 3!!!</title><content type='html'>The very reason why good things comes in 3 was because.... THREE is my favourite number!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am the 3rd child in the family.&lt;br /&gt;2) My birthday is 3rd April.&lt;br /&gt;3) I always get lucky when the number "3" appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to this reason, I requested 3 things from dear as Xmas pressie this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Lost Symbol&lt;br /&gt;2) The Black Order&lt;br /&gt;3) The Last Oracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUAHAHAHAHA!! These are all the books which i had aimed since like "n" months ago.&lt;br /&gt;All i want for Xmas is the above dear!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7050426423454145809?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7050426423454145809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7050426423454145809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7050426423454145809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7050426423454145809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-things-comes-in-3.html' title='Good things comes in 3!!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5222348320594578318</id><published>2009-10-29T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:02:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jitters? Or...?</title><content type='html'>Mood had not been good these few days. Not sure if it's because i can't stand the loneliness anymore. Daily actvity is wake up, work, go home, watch tv, sleep. Routine goes on from Monday to Friday. When it comes to weekend, it will be wake up, yoga, sleep. The monotonous lifestyle doesn't seem to make my mood any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy thoughts starts to set into my mind. There are many times when I voiced my frustrations but it wasn't received by the other party. All these had made me wonder... maybe i should just postpone the wedding. I wanted to get the MBA so much but my savings just wasn't enough for it. If i get my MBA, it is pretty obvious that wedding will not be possible in any near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, all the wedding stuffs had been booked or confirmed BUT my dear still hasn't propose. BUAHAHHAHA!! Ya... So maybe before i see the "rock" i will continue to be insecure and indecisive. It's just a thought because dear and I were talking bout going back to school next year. He was deciding if he want to get another Masters which is related to his work. Since he has the thought of going back to school, I am thinking of it as well (had been in my mind all along) because we can encourage each other and study together or even graduate together. My budget is quite tight since company will not be sponsoring and my funds are quite limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a thought... My fickle-minded character may tell the otherwise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5222348320594578318?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5222348320594578318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5222348320594578318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5222348320594578318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5222348320594578318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/10/jitters-or.html' title='Jitters? Or...?'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2311336375877378910</id><published>2009-10-13T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:01:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates</title><content type='html'>Hmm... ok.. this is gonna be a fast update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am starting to tick off the stuffs from my to-do list. We had confirmed the venue, Bridal and now we are left with the payment to the photographer. I had not officially sent out my invites yet since this is real too early to do it plus i can only confirm my guest list after the florists confirm the price. The compulsory list of guests will be my immediate family members and my super dear friends. Yesh, Ms Ho, YX, An and Bec, if you happen to read this post, i am referring to you. Also, please don't bring anything to this event... just you and your empty stomach will do. Help me finish the food. Stubborn Ms Ho said she will bring a gift, so girls, if you really read this post, please stop her. Confiscate her purse or money or credit card or ATM card. Stop her from buying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of this event will be triple10 and probably 1010hr in the morning. This is the initial planned time and there maybe changes. No matter what, the event will be in the morning because the place may get humid if its late. Ok.. that's for all.. Now i can rest for 6 months before we start to get busy with the Solemnization. Probably will get the ring in Apr next year just in case it does not have our size and it can take 5-6 months to get it from France. So exciting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2311336375877378910?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2311336375877378910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2311336375877378910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2311336375877378910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2311336375877378910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-updates.html' title='Some updates'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7087860119610579250</id><published>2009-10-01T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:23:26.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to The Legends @ Fort Canning</title><content type='html'>It was last Friday when i managed to persuade Dear to go to The Legends @ Fort Canning for their wedding show. I wanted to get the Bridal Package there and also for the free food. BUAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the Bridal, I was shocked that the co-ordinator brought the sheet of paper which we had discussed with them like 2 weeks ago to The Legends so we do not have to re discuss everything again. So sweet of them.. BUAHAHAHA!! Maybe because the boss is Dear's friend and she had no choice but to treat us better. Actually, the co-ordinator is a very sweet and nice lady. I gotta say she had tons of patience on me since Dear and I are both people of details and we won't miss a chance to bargain for our best. Especially with my Bullet Proof skin.. BUAHAHAHA!! After we reached home that night, i managed to find a voucher from the Bridal that we can upgrade our canvas portrait to a 30"x40" if we sign up at The Legends! I instantly asked Dear to sms his friend to ask if it is valid for us. BUAHAHAHAHA!! ABD HIS FRIEND SAID HE WILL GIVE IT TO US!!! Awesome right?! I know i am very gian peng.. If you are planning for your own wedding and don't wanna over spend you will turn out to be like me as well.. BUAHAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. why am i off topic?! Aren't i suppose to talk about my journey there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. This was really unexpected.. On my way there, while waiting for the traffic light to turn Green Man, a lady suddenly called out to me from my back. She was asking if i can help her cross the road and tehre was another lady holding her other arm. I knew she cannot see and immediately agreed. Guess the lady who brought her to the traffic light could not cross the road with her. Before we cross the road, i asked where was she heading to and she told me taht she is gonna take MRT home. Then, i asked where is she gonna stop since there is NEL and NSL and of she take NEL, I can just bring her to the station without crossing. She told me she was heading towards AMK and i happily crossed the road with her and brought her to the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the gantry, a man knocked onto her and surprisingly, she was the one who apologized while the man only looked at her and walked away! What the heck! The man can see and he was the one who should apologised lor.. how can you knock into someone who can't see and expect the other party to apologised?! You know what the lady told me after she apologised to the man?! she said, "we blind people have to be very careful. Since we can't see, we will knock into people." I was speechless at that time. I smiled bitterly, knowing she couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if she is ok to go into the station herself and she said no problem. I knew she is independent since she is workin currently at Havelock Road. Ok.. i knew this since i chat with her on our way to the train station. She went into the station and waved me goodbye, wishing me a great evening and i did the same as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy for helping her. In fact, I felt GREAT! AWESOME! Dear said i was kind but i was saddened by the stupid blind man who knocked into her without apologising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7087860119610579250?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7087860119610579250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7087860119610579250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7087860119610579250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7087860119610579250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-legends-fort-canning.html' title='The Trip to The Legends @ Fort Canning'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4111828025548485666</id><published>2009-09-24T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:14:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Check list</title><content type='html'>I need to start a check list and write off the things one by one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Location - Pending Mr. Leong's confirmation&lt;br /&gt;The Bridal - Done (this includes makeup, dress, flowers and hairdo)&lt;br /&gt;The Photographer - Pending Mr Leong's confirmation&lt;br /&gt;The Ring -Decided but not purchased. Should be done by April'10&lt;br /&gt;The Suit - Chosing between Hugo Boss or to get the MTM from Bridal..&lt;br /&gt;The Invite - Not sent since it's too early but will do it once we step into 2010&lt;br /&gt;The JP - Mr. Leong's job.. anyway he has 9 months to procrestinate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I suppose these are all it for the preparation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4111828025548485666?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4111828025548485666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4111828025548485666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4111828025548485666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4111828025548485666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/09/check-list.html' title='The Check list'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2522131295814612049</id><published>2009-09-07T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:21:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supportive</title><content type='html'>With the start of my Yoga class on every Saturday, my schedule had never been rest and relax for the weekends. It used to be clubbing, clubbing and clubbing for the weekends. Now, the loud music was replaced by wedding shows, bridal shows and workouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes during my busy workout schdules, Dear was neglected and will have to be at home to spend the morning alone. At first i thought that i should not be so "kiasu" to start all the research but due to a lot of unspoken reasons, there is no slack in this wedding planning at all. Knowing my "kiasu-ism", sometimes, i will be lost in my own world and neglected dear's feeling. After 2 years of self reflection, i sms-ed dear this evening saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't wanna neglect your feeling.. so if i went on planning and overlooked your feeling.. you prommise to reply me ok.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected from the loving and supportive baby, he replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok la. I will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had always been supportive on my crazy ideas for this wedding. Sometimes due to his frequent agreement i felt that he was not keen in this wedding at all and i will throw my temper on him and pushed the responsibility to him. It was during all these incidents that i realized he had trusted my choice and wanted to fulfill as much of my request for this wedding as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was much younger, I always said that marriage is not my cup of tea and savings had never come into my mind. It was until i met Dear that i realized settling down is a choice and during this time savings is important. See how i enjoy spending every cent i earned, Dear decided to help me with my habit by teaching me to save. I always say that he is "cat", in fact, he is not. If not for him, probably, i will never start saving and will never be able to settle down or plan for my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truely appreciate Dear's effort to change me. He knew i am changing and is trying very hard to quit unreasonable spendings. He saw my effort and recognized it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2522131295814612049?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2522131295814612049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2522131295814612049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2522131295814612049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2522131295814612049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/09/supportive.html' title='The Supportive'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1078814520973679620</id><published>2009-08-25T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:49:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I know this is a little late for me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun and enjoyable! It started from 0715hr when i woke up to brush up and get ready for the Amazing Drive Race organized by company. We started from Kallang and we went to Sembawang, Chinese Garden, Punggol, Woodlands, West Coast and back to Kallang again. Even though we did not win the race, the process was enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, I followed the Four Lees to Geylang Lorong 32 for Ban Mian. It is so~~~ nice i tell you! It was 1400hr when i ended my day with the colleagues and went to Raffles place to meet Carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up and went for our Yoga session! The hot yoga is shack man. It really burns up all my Ban Mian lor... Of course our day didn't end with hot yoga. We went for bollywood dance after yoga!!! BUAHAHAHAHHA!! People.. I can now certify that i have two left feet! I couldn't co-ordinate my hands and legs at all! So funny la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the enjoyable lessons, both Carrot and I went to Esplanade for dinner. In order to have a healthier meal, we decided that Japanese food will best fit our carbo intake. Dear was so shocked that i had Japanese food again when i told him that since we had Japanese cuisine on Friday night as well. Well, my day ended at 1900+ near 2000hr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor boyfriend was totally neglected this weekend since i was so tired that i slept about 1+hr after i reached home. Think the coming weekend he will have to spend his time alone until 1700hr as well since i will be involved in some company event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1078814520973679620?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1078814520973679620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1078814520973679620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1078814520973679620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1078814520973679620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-saturday.html' title='What a Saturday!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3223044615943196996</id><published>2009-08-16T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:45:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing people SING!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. It had been quite long sing i last posted any pictures.. So now i shall let the photos do all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talented kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2K2YcN6I/AAAAAAAAAtc/RashkZ4vj14/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2K2YcN6I/AAAAAAAAAtc/RashkZ4vj14/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461378175580066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2KYeLazI/AAAAAAAAAtU/s8j_xJM-ywQ/s1600-h/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2KYeLazI/AAAAAAAAAtU/s8j_xJM-ywQ/s320/IMG_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461370146581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2Jg8164I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jcx5Z4orySw/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2Jg8164I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jcx5Z4orySw/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461355242810242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2I9bDnnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GfbwVUnXL0s/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2I9bDnnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/GfbwVUnXL0s/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461345705860722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2LTEfGEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DyduOKP1wyE/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2LTEfGEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/DyduOKP1wyE/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370461385876510786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe4Ks1fdoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZfS5uUDAATE/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe4Ks1fdoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZfS5uUDAATE/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463574636328578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe4KPh4wwI/AAAAAAAAAts/Bl8hadhBiPw/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe4KPh4wwI/AAAAAAAAAts/Bl8hadhBiPw/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370463566769472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really one rare event that took place at Suites at iluma with cousins and sister. We had a great night together.. Probably another karaoke session will be up during our November gathering..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3223044615943196996?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3223044615943196996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3223044615943196996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3223044615943196996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3223044615943196996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/08/sing-people-sing.html' title='Sing people SING!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/Soe2K2YcN6I/AAAAAAAAAtc/RashkZ4vj14/s72-c/IMG_0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3914073789488249778</id><published>2009-08-07T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:44:29.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Yesh, this is a truely random blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear and i are planning our winter holiday for this year and we were both struck hard by the budget. Initially, dear was saying that we should go Korea due to the depreciation of Won. Now we are chosing between Korea, Taiwan and Hong Kong. Both Hong Kong and Taiwan are suppose to be a cheaper and budgeted place to go BUT after calculating the amount we will be spending on food, i still think Korea is worth the spending since the meals are included and i doubt i will have much to shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the latest update after 1 weekend, Dear had decided that we go Hong Kong. Can't wait to go for the holiday since i am real tired of the busy work recently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3914073789488249778?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3914073789488249778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3914073789488249778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3914073789488249778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3914073789488249778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-9087538678274462513</id><published>2009-08-06T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:36:42.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>System system stop playing game..</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HECK! What is wrong with my system?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Today is the critical work day for every month and my system is playing this trick on me? Can you please just stop hang-ing and let me finish up my work? I NEED TO SEND MY REPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i am complaining the system here, it is done downloading. It had been loading for bout 15 minutes lor. So now... BACK TO WORK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-9087538678274462513?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/9087538678274462513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=9087538678274462513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/9087538678274462513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/9087538678274462513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/08/system-system-stop-playing-game.html' title='System system stop playing game..'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8280843610224860559</id><published>2009-07-26T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:40:19.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>I honestly had no idea that i will blog today at this time. This blog will probably have some contribution to my cousin Benny with his ever influencial words that were totally sticked in my brain at this hour even after sharing a bottle of wine with Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I admit.. I was trying to drown his words after drinking and hope that i will forget his words after the wine but i was so so wrong. Given the time line, i should say, Benny asked me this question yesterday evening , he asked if i quarrelled with one of the close cousin and commented that it was very obvious. Hmm... we met few times in a year and honestly, i used to be very close with that cousin. When Benny asked me, I had nothing to reply except a smile and to bring the topic over What he had said was we were after all cousins which otherwise meant, blood thicker than water. I had tried to convince myself that it was a misunderstanding and we should let it past. It just seem like neither me nor my cousin were doing it. Both of us were Aries. Base on our charateristic, we will both to just be too egoistic to talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when i tried to convince myself to try talking or rebonding the whole relationship with her. She gave short message to me through MSN once and i replied with a short phrase. What Benny had said was the same as what my sisters had told me, she is after all my cousin. We both bore the same surname and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, everyone around me had been telling me that both me and my cousin were very much alike. Well, my reaction will be the otherwise since we are both different individuals. With Benny's words, it really gave me some thinking if things should be reset to the previous. I had never knew that the word from my cousin will influence so much of my thoughts. Is this a message passed down from some unknowned source?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dreamt of my Ah Ma but nothing was said in the dream. Both my sisters had been telling me bout the behaviour bout me and my cousin but things were not improved. The words from Benny really struck me hard. Is age really a matter or thoughts? Or blood really is thicker than water? Well, i don't know either. I told Dear what Benny told me but did not tell him that it actually influence my thought for  the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8280843610224860559?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8280843610224860559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8280843610224860559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8280843610224860559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8280843610224860559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6617451183910620727</id><published>2009-07-22T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:43:50.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telepathy</title><content type='html'>The first email that struck my day yesterday was the email from Carrot... she was asking me bout the chosen date super duper excitedly. The next was while i was talking to QS, she asked the same thing bout the date as well. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say about my friends?! They are awsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do they get the information of my updates?! From my BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Carrot how she knew about the date and she told me she had a feeling i will update my blog and ta da! she read it just after i updated my blog on Monday. And for QS, she told me she was reading YX blog when she thought of reading up my blog as well and ta da! she got the news as well... Hahahahaha!! as far as i thought, my blog was a neglected website, my close friends came telling to me they received the updates from HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very touched la... and its kinda creepy since i had just updated it like on Monday. Can this be called telepathy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6617451183910620727?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6617451183910620727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6617451183910620727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6617451183910620727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6617451183910620727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/07/telepathy.html' title='Telepathy'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2168695328321758524</id><published>2009-07-20T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:20:06.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After much waiting</title><content type='html'>Yes, after 1 month the Geomacer (dear said he is not a fortune teller, well... whatever) came back with a second date. This time, it was so near to the date which we had chosen previously. What the heck! Why do we need to calculate so much since we were the ones to provide the date and teh geomacer chose the "better" date out from the 2 given. Come on.. aren't they suppose to be the ones who give us the list of dates?! Simply don't understand how their so call famous Geomacer work. Well, maybe he is really famous enough that i don't know him and he can bloody hell charge so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. As long as a date is provided I shall be appeased.Actually when dear's mum said the date, i was not very happy since it is a Friday and it will be quite inconvenient to our guests. I had already told dear that i would prefer the Sunday date to this Friday date since we do not have to request our guests to take leave on Sunday. Also, i seriously almpost blurted i wont be marrying since her son had not proposed. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Evil lei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... when are you gonna propose my dear? I never say i will marry you lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2168695328321758524?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2168695328321758524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2168695328321758524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2168695328321758524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2168695328321758524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-much-waiting.html' title='After much waiting'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2783431718202799368</id><published>2009-07-16T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:55:43.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The neglected</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I did not know what title can i post for this and since i had neglected my blog for so long, i shall do some updates now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... ok.. I am not as busy as it seems like from my neglected blog. The updates will still be the same as always since nothing happening really happened. It is like gonna be our 2nd year anniversary now. Plans are not made by me this time since the below happened one day while talking to Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm.... Do you think we should really go for hotel stay using your Raffles Club vouchers?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Duno...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why you not enthu one?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Coz still got so many months ( this happened like 2 months back la...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh... you like never surprise me one lei.. Do you surprise your ex-es when you guys celebrated anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You actually planned?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then why you never plan ours?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: You are so kiasu... everything also plan 6 months ahead how to plan on surprises?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok lor.. I stop planning... you surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that day on, anniversary had never been our topic in conversations....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2783431718202799368?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2783431718202799368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2783431718202799368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2783431718202799368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2783431718202799368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/07/neglected.html' title='The neglected'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3432123942624683711</id><published>2009-06-19T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:26:12.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused</title><content type='html'>Due to my hormones or happy cells actively working today, i decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my Orthor called me regarding my enquiries to finish my treatment earlier and if possible, next year. This is because after we broke the news of getting hitched in 2011 to Dear's mum, she rejected the date and insisted next year. So in order to fulfill her wish, we decided to push the ortho. As expected from my kind, cute ortho, he said that i have to give him a date and he will work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i was given the confirmation, i called dear and asked him to inform his mum about it. So now, the status is to wait for the reply from the fortune teller. Dear was told that there were 2 very auspicious dates, one is in 2010 year end (which is what we are looking at) and the other is in 2011. Previously as we were discussing about things and stuff about what should we have for our wedding, i was only feeling numb and excited. Now that we are going into the chosing date state, i am starting to realize that everything is real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these things happening, i am quite amused that probably i will be Mrs Leong next year. It felt so funny la... and i also feel that i am very young suddenly. You know, those kinda funny thoughts just come into my mind for no fcuking reason. Those funny thoughts i meant was those thoughts of staying together, having children and bla bla bla bla. Its just so real. And i am not very financially prepared. HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when we planned it at 2011, financially I am like just right! Enough money to get married. But with the change of plan, I am not sure about next year anymore. Haiz... its really a big sigh. Lucky thing is due to my kiasuism, we had started to hunt hotels and stuff since like start 2nd quarter of the year and even with the shift of plan, we are prepared to execute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... my feeling now is still very amused with the thought of marrying dear and sharing the rest of our lifes together. Hmm... but he had not proposed to me! Stupid old man is asking me to wait and said that he will do it. So my patience is indeed running out but i still have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. wait.. wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3432123942624683711?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3432123942624683711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3432123942624683711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3432123942624683711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3432123942624683711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/06/amused.html' title='Amused'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1527624941307380117</id><published>2009-06-17T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:26:33.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much of planning</title><content type='html'>Due to my kiasuism and enthuism, alot of things had been planned but not fulfilled... BUAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too early to say though but i had decided to put all the things down and let dear plan about it. Dear had been saying that i like to plan thing 4 months in advance which i think is driving him crazy! BUAAHHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1527624941307380117?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1527624941307380117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1527624941307380117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1527624941307380117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1527624941307380117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-of-planning.html' title='So much of planning'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6051063572861183570</id><published>2009-05-17T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:53:20.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice from within</title><content type='html'>Seriously wonder if i am really still religiously updating my blog since my work had been catching up on my time. Still, I think I miss my blog. BUAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently dear and i had been quite busy preparing stuff and looking around. We are trying to keep things slow since we wanted the best and my cool headed man can calm me down while making major decisions. Hmm.. probably this is still not the best time to announce yet so lets just keep it to ourselves ya.. and will update once the decision had been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few people saying that i am rather silly to do all these before my man even officially action. To me, i think it is really natural to step into this part of a relationship once the relationship is matured and we knew that we are really to continue with our life. So official or not, i know he will action but it will not be now. Cool headed man always have his own plan and he will only do things according to his plans when he think the time is right. This time round, he did not reject to the ideas of starting our research early and know that by taking things slow and steady, we have more time to plan or rather to save up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, he had been very supportive and had been providing me ideas. Stay on... and updates will be revealed.. BUAHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6051063572861183570?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6051063572861183570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6051063572861183570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6051063572861183570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6051063572861183570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/05/voice-from-within.html' title='Voice from within'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4452518246564945125</id><published>2009-04-16T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:41:05.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is not really the right mood to blog actually. I was still sore from yesterday night show down. Yesh.. Both my eyes and my feeling are sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing i can do. I wanted to buy The Peak @ TPY but dear simply struck down the idea because the facing of the house is not N-S. He will only buy it at a direct facing. We are always quarrelling over the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reason: I already have 2 condos facing the wrong direction, why should i get one more flat at a wrong direction?! It is not that we don't have a place to stay if we can't get the ideal place when we get married right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason: I want a place of OUR OWN! We can do what ever we like and wear what ever we like at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion, he asked me to live with it. We had reached an agreement and to follow strictly on it. I seriously have no mood to continue this stupid topic anymore. Since conclusion had been made and he is willing to give way to some request, and if we are so lucky to not find a place befoe our wedding, i guess my future will be very straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... why didn't I think of going to hotel every weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4452518246564945125?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4452518246564945125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4452518246564945125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4452518246564945125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4452518246564945125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/04/back.html' title='BACK!!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4643025643849512330</id><published>2009-03-31T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:08:51.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!!!! Ya.. I had been missing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work had been tying me down and seriously i need to save. Overspent for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Now back to serious topic. My birthday is coming. Pressie anyone?! Hehehehe.. I should be back with more uploads but i am just simply too tired (lazy) to do it. hehehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4643025643849512330?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4643025643849512330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4643025643849512330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4643025643849512330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4643025643849512330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2998562694195912036</id><published>2009-03-12T06:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:54:23.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary close shop</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE!!! I am at airport now... Its a short business trip and will be back in action Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. I said short right? BUAHAHAHAHAHA!! Ok.. Woke up at 4am this morning to get my stuff ready. Just purchased the meteorite powder from the duty free. So expensive... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG!! BYE BYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2998562694195912036?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2998562694195912036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2998562694195912036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2998562694195912036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2998562694195912036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporary-close-shop.html' title='Temporary close shop'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-9073679826157782523</id><published>2009-03-04T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:06:26.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me some light</title><content type='html'>It had been dark and cloudy recently. Yes, the weather and the economy. Same goes to my mood. PMS again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Had not been updating due to my busy busy work recently. Believe me.. I am currently waiting for the password to logon to my remote access. Else, i will beworking at this hour. My boss did not reply me while the other boss does not have the device and will only be able to give me the password later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been enjoying work recently. Finally its somethign which i enjoy so much. This is what i had been looking for and wanted. Ya.. probably i have some updates to share but since i am using the office PC now, i can't load photos. BUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear and i went for a short weekend break at Swissotel The Stamford. He had this Amex promotion and we are able to get the room at quite a reasonable price. It was really a night with lotsa fun and craziness. BUAHAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! time to return to work! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-9073679826157782523?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/9073679826157782523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=9073679826157782523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/9073679826157782523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/9073679826157782523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/03/show-me-some-light.html' title='Show me some light'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1973792319257763180</id><published>2009-02-17T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:41:25.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was tossing and turning like few days ago and suddenly something came into my mind. You know, if a local girl became attached to an ang mo, most of the guys will be digusted and refer the girl as SPG. Well, it is not that it will not disgust girls but most of the disgusted feeling from girls do come along with some envy. BUT had anyone every thought of something different?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do realized that there are more foreigners coming to our small little island from the past few years to work or study or get married etc. And now a days, it seemed like there are more local guys attached to foreigners rather than local girls. SO guys, stop criticizing the girls who were hooked up with foreigners, the reason was because you losers are attracted to foreigners as well just that they may have the same skin color as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i say that?! Ok.. lets take for example.. 3 Saturdays ago, whiule waiting for dear to finish his mahjong, i went for movie alone. So while waiting for the movie to start, I went to the closed foodcourt to take a seat. Right in front of me, there was this couple. The guy, was a local. The lady, was a foreigner. Ok.. say that i am super kaypo but i was really darn bored can! I was listening to their conversation. The girl was telling the guy that she was so in loved with a bag at Taka and she and her friend would go to the boutique everyday to take a look at the bag. She is already using a Bonia bag that day. Then, she start to talk about her friend with a boyfriend as old as the friend's father. That friend's boyfriend, was also a local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see what i was trying to explain?! Guys, stop blaming us for being too materialistic that you start to escape to foreigners! THEY ARE JUST AS MATERIALISTIC AS WE ARE! I hate it when people start to compare bout local stuff with imports. ESPECIALLY THINGS OR HUMANS FROM A CERTAIN COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went back to the conversation i had with dear last Friday. I was talking to him about having our wedding photo shoot overseas because the scene is nicer and we can explore more. Guess what he said that had pissed me off. Dear suggested we go to the country i detest to take photo shoot because his friend took it there and its darn cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki.. lets return to our topic. Ya.. Guys, if you think that girls who date ang mos are disgusting, i think you people dating foreign women are as disgusting.. I meant no offence to the people dating foreigners its just that sometimes, some comments ought to be reflected. Don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1973792319257763180?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1973792319257763180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1973792319257763180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1973792319257763180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1973792319257763180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-some-thoughts.html' title='Just some thoughts'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1477962392035591023</id><published>2009-02-11T20:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:19:28.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with updates!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey!! I had been REAL busy with my work. Ya.. I know i used to complain about having nothing to do and now i am suffering from the consequences of having too much things to do. BUAHAHAA! Ok.. I don't really have much to update except for baby's birthday celebration. Here's what you might have missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a reservation at Au Petit Salut that evening for dinner since i really enjoy the service there. It was my second time there and i really enjoyed it! So far, they did not disappoint me with their food and service. Definately worth the money! I told baby that i do not wanna return for Valentines Day dinner since we already went for his Birthday. Any way, with myself getting older and understanding, i told him that i don't really want to have V day celebration. So.. this Friday (Saturday he will be attending wedding and I wont be following, that explain the early celebration) is gonna be a simple event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIbZGzHcI/AAAAAAAAArE/A02IuTFHBsw/s1600-h/DSCN1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520084289920450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIbZGzHcI/AAAAAAAAArE/A02IuTFHBsw/s320/DSCN1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Champagne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIbruxKdI/AAAAAAAAArM/NmGNLJOq-SQ/s1600-h/DSCN1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520089289402834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIbruxKdI/AAAAAAAAArM/NmGNLJOq-SQ/s320/DSCN1948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the birthday man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIb2NAxPI/AAAAAAAAArU/vi5zB0AfVhs/s1600-h/DSCN1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520092100609266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIb2NAxPI/AAAAAAAAArU/vi5zB0AfVhs/s320/DSCN1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his pretty girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIcI120RI/AAAAAAAAArc/9r5uS7lGwUA/s1600-h/DSCN1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520097103761682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIcI120RI/AAAAAAAAArc/9r5uS7lGwUA/s320/DSCN1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is setting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIcfqQTLI/AAAAAAAAArk/FO9b-ROMLyo/s1600-h/DSCN1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520103229115570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIcfqQTLI/AAAAAAAAArk/FO9b-ROMLyo/s320/DSCN1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lamb and his Steak... I think he really love Moo alot.. I am a moo and his favourite is steak (lets not take fish into consideration as "meat")..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMb-1eySI/AAAAAAAAArs/6Pm6wwqPL_s/s1600-h/DSCN1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301524492464343330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMb-1eySI/AAAAAAAAArs/6Pm6wwqPL_s/s320/DSCN1972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cake for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMcCdm9JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nvJOzfp-INc/s1600-h/DSCN1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301524493437957266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMcCdm9JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/nvJOzfp-INc/s320/DSCN1973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complimentry cake.. Its AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMcZOBwaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7MfVWIW4mrY/s1600-h/DSCN1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301524499546620322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMcZOBwaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/7MfVWIW4mrY/s320/DSCN1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMc902pLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/JMt4tLpD1BI/s1600-h/DSCN1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301524509373146290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMc902pLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/JMt4tLpD1BI/s320/DSCN1975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMdAa1vSI/AAAAAAAAAsM/AJ_KnMcZvX8/s1600-h/DSCN1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301524510069341474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLMdAa1vSI/AAAAAAAAAsM/AJ_KnMcZvX8/s320/DSCN1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gift for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLM0HMq_MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/eO-n5rNNK_c/s1600-h/DSCN1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301524907025956034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLM0HMq_MI/AAAAAAAAAsc/eO-n5rNNK_c/s320/DSCN1940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday man and his gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLNwH807SI/AAAAAAAAAss/VLdYlfF_B3g/s1600-h/DSCN1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301525938020085026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLNwH807SI/AAAAAAAAAss/VLdYlfF_B3g/s320/DSCN1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1477962392035591023?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1477962392035591023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1477962392035591023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1477962392035591023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1477962392035591023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-with-updates.html' title='Back with updates!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SZLIbZGzHcI/AAAAAAAAArE/A02IuTFHBsw/s72-c/DSCN1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8958620514644128540</id><published>2009-01-16T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:44:42.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache...</title><content type='html'>Whenever the end of January approach, my head will start to burst because i simply have no idea what i can get for dear. Dear and i both had very distinct likings. His favourite shopping item will be watches while mine will be Bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a list of items in my mind now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shoes from Gucci&lt;br /&gt;- Watch from Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet from LV&lt;br /&gt;- Money clip or accessories from Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dear had agreed to let me combine the valentines and Birthday gift, i have a bigger budget for his gift. If i get him a watch, that will definately be a combined pressie while the rest of the items i can get 1 for each occassion. Hmm... I really have the rush to get him the shoes but i had already planned to get him one pair for our big day. Hmm... Seriously wonder if it is practical to buy for him now. I can't possibly be getting him a suit since this will be my pressie for him for our big day as well. ARGH!! i am so confused now. wehat should i do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been trying to find fault on his wallet in order to persuade myself to get him one. But then, dear and me are people of a kind. We get an expensive wallet and use it like for as long as it can last. He got his wallet like erm... 3 years ago? Ya.. almost 3 years.. Maybe i can get him a new wallet since mine was like 2 years and 3 months old. BUAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be quite funny if i get him a ring right? That will be like i am proposing to him instead of him doing that. So that's the main reason for my reservation on buying him a ring. Haiz... I fell in love with a 3k watch but it really was too pricey for me to get from him. HOW?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8958620514644128540?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8958620514644128540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8958620514644128540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8958620514644128540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8958620514644128540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/01/headache.html' title='Headache...'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6330773887098462490</id><published>2009-01-12T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:19:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I know i am very late to greet everyone now... I have great reason ok... Because i had been busy with work! Yes! I started work on the first Monday of 2009. Wish me luck.. Until now, I am really quite satisfied with my new work place and the training had been flooding me for these 2 weeks. I gotta learn fast and stay independent. Yeah.. Time to start a career. Now i had been praying for dear since i really hope he will find a job soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to include in the blog was to wish YX a very happy belated birthday!! Without fail every year, she will be the first to celebrate her birthday! Hey babe.. Think your birthday is really an auspicious day you know.. My friend solemnized yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... Joanna got hitched yesterday. *wipe tears* So touched... Now she is gonna become aunty liao. Buahaha! Shall give her all my blessings and wish my girl andher hubby happily every after. You know, close the story book or rather Channel J with "happily ever after" hehehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now since i just return from lunch and is super free while waiting for the next training to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6330773887098462490?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6330773887098462490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6330773887098462490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6330773887098462490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6330773887098462490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1784154353331926787</id><published>2008-12-27T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:54:27.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT?!</title><content type='html'>Well, ya.... really feel quite unhappy and i think there is no other way than to let out my frustration through my blog. I seriously wonder what is very wrong here.. Every thing i bought seemed to be related to "FATS". Buying Nasi Lemak for Brunch is fat, buying Lor Mee for brunch is fat, buying Ban Mian is fat, buying Curry Puffs are fat, buying Bread Papa Cream Puffs are fat. Now, even buy Red Wine for leisure is fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wiki-ed regarding Red Wines and honestly, i heart red wines and yearn to have a drink every weekend in future when i am honeymooning with dear. Red wines are good for heart. It is not FAT! And neither will one get high cholesterol and heart disease after drinking them. EVEN MY MUM INTEND TO GET A FEW BOTTLES HOME FOR DRINK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP SAYING THE THINGS I BOUGHT ARE FAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1784154353331926787?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1784154353331926787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1784154353331926787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1784154353331926787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1784154353331926787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/12/fat.html' title='FAT?!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2960026572533298715</id><published>2008-12-24T00:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:47:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry XMAS!</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey! Its like 23++hrs to CHRISTMAS!! MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I know i had not been blogging because the main reason was my depressing mood and it had really stopped me from all blogging or communicating exercise. Like I said both dear and me are jobless and i was kinda depressed due to that. Well, at least i had got a job offer and is starting in January. I hope everything will turn out fine and I shall update from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mummy and da jie whole family will be going to HK for Xmas and left a HUGE load of housework for me to complete. Well, Lazy Daddy is at home and no matter how clean I can get the house to be, at the end of the day, it will still be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this year Christmas, i had a new hairstyle to start with! I just permed my hair!!! Well, it turned out i was quite shocked to look at the end product because i had never seen my hair so bouncy before. Think this hairstyle will stick to me for quite some time. I had always wanted curly hair because it can be styled into many different kinda hairstyle and it perfectly suits my vainity. BUAHAHAHAHHAHA!! If you are gonna ask me bout my sudden change, probably the answer will be i was too bored. You know, coping up at home with nothing to do is really a torture. Especially when Mummy starts treating me like a maid and asked me to look after baby. That's the worst thing that can ever happen because i can never look after baby. I can only play with them for a while and pray hard they don't cry. Since my days at home were mostly spent with Brayden and Mummy, Mummy and me had great fun time dressing Bray up. BUAHAHAHAHAHAH! Ok... Why no Ethyl? Because she goes to school lah! Aiyo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa! Ok.. Enough said, let me share my little holidays with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! The Teo Mummy and Teo Baby Sis present to you~ The ONE and ONLY Ethyl's duplicate! BRAYDEN LIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESMlEx6oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4gdEa_Bikxg/s1600-h/DSCN1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283023845202193026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESMlEx6oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4gdEa_Bikxg/s320/DSCN1872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says only JT can come out with Sexyback? Bray also has sexyback ok.... I bring you sexyback~ yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESNfyqKWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/82ou443Vx24/s1600-h/DSCN1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283023860963879266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESNfyqKWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/82ou443Vx24/s320/DSCN1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden: Are you taking my pixy Xiao Yi? See... I also wear push up bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESN3EZxtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/G9GYh-xrFOk/s1600-h/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283023867212318418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESN3EZxtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/G9GYh-xrFOk/s320/DSCN1885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Bray is going HK, We should prtect his &lt;em&gt;Botak&lt;/em&gt; head. Mummy found the cap and put it on him. Isn't he cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESOT0-MDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/slZWenWllw0/s1600-h/DSCN1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283023874932224050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESOT0-MDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/slZWenWllw0/s320/DSCN1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW EVERYONE! Die Laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my new hairstyle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESOlyz3aI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XOLsYkPrMXs/s1600-h/DSCN1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283023879754997154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESOlyz3aI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XOLsYkPrMXs/s320/DSCN1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2960026572533298715?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2960026572533298715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2960026572533298715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2960026572533298715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2960026572533298715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Merry XMAS!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SVESMlEx6oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4gdEa_Bikxg/s72-c/DSCN1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6149165670756213826</id><published>2008-12-01T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:54:51.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless~</title><content type='html'>Ya... Both me and dear had been super unlucky all these while. I mean, the last 2 weeks. Both of us are in the same situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am very angry with **L and is trying to find out if i have any right to fight with them for better terms since they are the one who caused my current situation. Now people, never to trust BIG company. They may be the best cheater you had ever met and will cause you to burn in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6149165670756213826?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6149165670756213826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6149165670756213826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6149165670756213826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6149165670756213826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/12/jobless.html' title='Jobless~'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1107717553775621185</id><published>2008-11-18T09:22:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:08:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates of last week end and Rihanna Concert!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY! Rihanna's concert pixy were uploaded! Ok.. after my previous post i think Superbaby had disappeared or maybe he/she is reading my blog now and is waiting for me to complain about dear again so that he/she can comment about my "immaturity". Buahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I am gonna blog about Rihanna now! I tell you lor people.. The concert was awesome though it was short. Ya.. you see, 60mins for $128 is considered expensive right? I was telling myself that i was lucky not to get the $225 tickets and cry over the amount of cash paid for sucha short concert. Both carrot and me think that at least its not a waste of our hard earned bloody cash since the concert was super duper high even before Rihanna appeared. Believe it or not, we did not sit down for the whole 60 mins because everybody were standing! MOST IMPORTANTLY, Carrot and me almost became deaf from the shouting of the crowd. The girls at my right were shouting frantically and the girls towards Carrot's upper left row were shouting madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pixy do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIaAqZ95zI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QYyvvw9069w/s1600-h/n651523254_1584006_2282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269803112662427442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIaAqZ95zI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QYyvvw9069w/s320/n651523254_1584006_2282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring before the concert starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2AWLVMI/AAAAAAAAApc/v7cqt54CEdE/s1600-h/n776963611_1031648_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802929573549250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2AWLVMI/AAAAAAAAApc/v7cqt54CEdE/s320/n776963611_1031648_1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the crowd behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIaA1jw7wI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fy08lBiJ2OY/s1600-h/n651523254_1584020_5884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269803115656310530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIaA1jw7wI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fy08lBiJ2OY/s320/n651523254_1584020_5884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH! Starting soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2SwhKOI/AAAAAAAAApk/Z_Jk6-bXLuM/s1600-h/n776963611_1031652_2144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802934515869922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2SwhKOI/AAAAAAAAApk/Z_Jk6-bXLuM/s320/n776963611_1031652_2144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to grab this using my cammy, Though we were seated quite far behind, I caught this using my digital zoom + steady hands from the big screen at the far back of the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ1zZ38FI/AAAAAAAAApU/_y4INHYLB9o/s1600-h/n651523254_1584032_9717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802926099394642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ1zZ38FI/AAAAAAAAApU/_y4INHYLB9o/s320/n651523254_1584032_9717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert it's cam-whore time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2fy6YGI/AAAAAAAAAps/EXpqcwH5VDE/s1600-h/n776963611_1031654_2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802938015572066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2fy6YGI/AAAAAAAAAps/EXpqcwH5VDE/s320/n776963611_1031654_2701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, Carrot and I thought it will be too idiotic to squeeze up the transport. So we went for a romantic stroll behind the stadium. See.. so romantic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2qepagI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DyWvWFVzKRs/s1600-h/n776963611_1031662_5014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802940883364354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZ2qepagI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DyWvWFVzKRs/s320/n776963611_1031662_5014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so happily snapping pixy all the way and the people at Brewerkz must be thinking that we were a couple of crazy cute chicks. Buahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZU_UczTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oK5ke-3WFVs/s1600-h/n776963611_1031664_5627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802362362187058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZU_UczTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oK5ke-3WFVs/s320/n776963611_1031664_5627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZUmOnujI/AAAAAAAAAos/jShlLsxBvdY/s1600-h/n776963611_1031663_5312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802355626850866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZUmOnujI/AAAAAAAAAos/jShlLsxBvdY/s320/n776963611_1031663_5312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My favourite photo of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZU7yQ7yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EfSwK0uUyhY/s1600-h/n776963611_1031665_5942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802361413496610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZU7yQ7yI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EfSwK0uUyhY/s320/n776963611_1031665_5942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. and the above pixy will end the event for the night. Buahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much dear and me will do during weekends because he likes to sleep and I will do nothing when he oink his way. Ya.. Its a waste of weekends because its not like he can't oink during weekdays and why does he have to oink during weekends?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always complain this to him and sometimes got very angry with him over his laziness. Its not like he gotta wake up so early during weekdays like me because his time is rather flexi when it comes to work. He can wake up at 9+ a.m. or sometimes even 1p.m.! At least for last weekend, he did manage to make an effort to wake up earlier. Buahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ethyl's birthday celebration last weekend and my family had planned to go ECP for the celebration. Dear came to fetch me and later to Anna's house to fetch Pig Pig. Buahahaha! After that we went to Bedok to collect Dear's Megatron before we started out at ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling had never been an activity for me and Dear ever since we dated. Ya.. we really lead a very boring life.. So since we have the chance to show off our balancing skill, dear and i cycled all the way from some where near McDonald's to Bedok jetty. This was actually a short ride comparing the one i did with Joanna and Wah the previous time. Any way, here's 2 cutesy pixy i had with dear at Bedok Jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZVOluQ3I/AAAAAAAAApM/y6E3n30E_Jw/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802366461166450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZVOluQ3I/AAAAAAAAApM/y6E3n30E_Jw/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZU-iCUpI/AAAAAAAAApE/9165Y3KtKjA/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269802362150736530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIZU-iCUpI/AAAAAAAAApE/9165Y3KtKjA/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1107717553775621185?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1107717553775621185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1107717553775621185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1107717553775621185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1107717553775621185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates-of-last-week-end-and-rihanna.html' title='Updates of last week end and Rihanna Concert!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SSIaAqZ95zI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QYyvvw9069w/s72-c/n651523254_1584006_2282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8492831247983674013</id><published>2008-11-14T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:40:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boring Friday</title><content type='html'>This is not suppose to be a blog about the below which i am about to blog. My initial intention was to blog about Rihanna concert yesterday but since i had not received the pixy from Carrot, i shall blog about that after both carrot and me load the pixy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some things to share with everyone. As you people had read about, last week, there was this random stranger who had commented my blog entry and totally pissed my sisters and my sisters friends off. Today, due to my "eng-ness" in office, i discovered that the superbaby who had commented in the blog titled "Tired" also commented in my other entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wondered if he/she is still reading my blog ofter the hoo-haa but any way, i don't care. Here's my reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on 2nd Oct blog when he/she expressed his/her concern on 6th Nov. I think this random stranger must be having a very bored day that he.she started to comment in so many blog entries in one day. The comment for 2 of my entries are the same some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hx908aYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Bk38izjPQ2M/s1600-h/comment3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268404281387280770" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hx908aYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Bk38izjPQ2M/s320/comment3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And i tell you all hor, if you are really so free to back date my blog entries, you go and read about the things i had written does not only consist of my life with dear. Let me refresh everybody memory. The entry was talking about me thinking of changing job partly because MY BOYFRIEND THINK THAT I AM EARNING TOO LITTLE. Tell me, who the heck will a proper person ever will say such hurting words to your partner? Oh, and probably i did not make myself even clearer and should clarify it now. Hmm... Did i even mention in my blog before that dear is in his 30s now? And from the above comment from SB, thanks for cursing me. AND IN CASE YOU ARE NOT VERY WELL EDUCATED IN CURRENT ISSUE, there is this thing called IVF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below comment which i had print screen on SB comment was on both my entries on 14th Oct and 20th Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hxz5vvjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qCowvoyvcEU/s1600-h/comment2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268404278723067442" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hxz5vvjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qCowvoyvcEU/s320/comment2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hx0REVcI/AAAAAAAAAok/dEjuJ8rV-wc/s1600-h/comment1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268404278820885954" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hx0REVcI/AAAAAAAAAok/dEjuJ8rV-wc/s320/comment1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that something was very wrong with this person. He/she seem to like to filter out the happy thing i had blogged. I blogged about my happy dinner, happy concert and happy zoo outing with dear too in the blog for "Forever blur" and he/she only commented for the unhappy things like how dear sister took the cammy which caused the lateness in the photo upload and bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I am being resentful and I complain alot. Bf know that and he like to complain also. Who the heck here don't complain? ya.. I was being so resentful that i asked bf if his family wanted to get anything when i went shopping. I was being resentful when i reminded bf to ask him mum to take a look at the show flat together. Hmm... What else can i be resentful about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, my bf like me to complain alot so that we know what we are unhappy about. Ok.. SB, if you are a female, you will probably enjoy your bf complaining your pay is too low, your breast is too small, your ass is too flabby and you are not rich? Don't get me wrong, i was initailly very angry when i heard all these but grew numb to his DAILY COMPLAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Maybe you will wanna know more about my PRIVATE life you can be my best friend then. This is a public blog and i don't think i wanna blog too much things here because there are actually people expressing views that I complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: YEAH PEOPLE!!! I was blogging half way through and received the email from ebay that i had won my bid!!! I bidded a Megatron master piece for dear!! He won't be too surprise at this because he was the one who encouraged me to buy it. BUT I WON IT! YEAH!! That will be his Xmas pressie. Anybody here know any one selling Optimus Prime Master piece? We call it MP-01 as well. Let me know if anyone going Japan... Buahahahha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8492831247983674013?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8492831247983674013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8492831247983674013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8492831247983674013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8492831247983674013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-boring-friday.html' title='My boring Friday'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SR0hx908aYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Bk38izjPQ2M/s72-c/comment3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8183951112529112072</id><published>2008-11-07T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:24:47.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>It wasn't actually my intention to blog today BUT this is just an entry to repond to my dear sisters, edyrach and superbaby. Before i start, i had discussed the details with dear and he had no objection to what i was going to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To superbaby:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for your comments with lousy english though. I did not know that there are somebody else reading my blog other than my sisters and good friends. I will assume that you are a random stanger because all my friends will either call me or identify themselves should they wanted to leave (a) comment(s) here. Well, I am not saying that you are not welcome and i think you are correct because a blog is a public place and anyone can read it. I was just wondering how did you manage to come across my blog?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern on my comedian lifestyle. In fact for your information, i am a comedian to all my friends. A person who is short circuit and behave like a clown in any occassion. I don't see anything wrong with it since i will get their laughter in return. My boyfriend treat me like an idiot or clown sometimes too. He will do something or say something real difficult and expect me to be a blond who will be impress by his knowledge. Well, sometimes women should behave dumb to retain men ego but my boyfriend is proud to have a clever girlfriend. This should be the reason why he was able to ask for my help when he was doing research while studying for his Masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how many entries had you read because you only commented on the previous one. Somehow, I don't think you will be interested in any of my explanation since you will think that i am defending myself just as much as my sisters had been doing since after lunch today. Honestly speaking, i would very much hope that my boyfriend will leave his comment instead of me sitting here writing on his behalf. I had been telling him about the "war" my sisters had with you while we were both happily "pak-toring" and watching Quantum of Solace. He just couldn't be bothered about you even though somehow or rather you had defended him. He knew that i like to complain about him and sometimes it extended to my blog. Hmm... maybe you would wanna read the blog entry which i had written during September?! Anyway, thanks for your concern and dear was kinda "touched" that somebody had actually defended him. Even when some of your words were rather offensive, I will not take it to heart since this is a democratic society and Obama won the election (an analogy to democrats if you even understand my joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. one more point to add on. This is a reply to &lt;em&gt;"This is not a trade unless you wan to treat it as a trading relationship.. In the world there's not such thing as fairness.. ".&lt;/em&gt; Probably to your dismay, my boyfriend and me both enjoyed this kinda trading relationship. Much to the fact that we enjoy talking about fairness to each other. Erm.. One example for you will be if he had paid for movie, i will pay for the meal or vice versa. Do you understand? One more example if you needed to be convince, We will both set a same budget for pressies of all occassions. The most typical one will be, if i get him a $350 pressie, he will also get me a pressie at that price. His budget will change depending on how much i will be spending on him. So far, we had been enjoying this kinda relationship. Well, we are a pair of weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. One more thing superbaby, with respond to your &lt;em&gt;"As for me, I always fight for my own rights and happiness but do it gracefully without hurting anyone.. Always remember "wat is to be is up to me"... People dun do it, then I do it with ease not resentful.."&lt;/em&gt; For your information, bf and i had been fighting because we had both been fighting for our indidvidual rights. Hmm... somehow, if you are also understanding enough, you should know that people have different stand and have different rights. Everyone would LOVE to be righteous (another analogy if you even understand again). Also, to respond to your &lt;em&gt;"As her sis, put yourself in a shoes of a nobody to jugde the things she wrote in her blog which may cause hurt to the other which maybe is not wat he meant.. Did she really do a confirmation with him at the first place.."&lt;/em&gt; I had asked my bf before i replied to you. He had indeed given his confirmation to start to pak-tor, to plan for our future and to buy a house. And I DID NOT ASK YOU TO JUDGE MY BLOG. Because i don't need a judge to my blog unless you are telling me you are a judge (if you even understand this is actually a joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Lastly to respond to &lt;em&gt;"Telling everyone in should a open blog does it means respect.. I have doubts here.. I think even if one day he wanted to leave he might also scared that his privacy being leak in blog.. hahaha.. sound scary rite.. "&lt;/em&gt; This will be on behalf of my bf. Honestly, he think this is crap and he think that i am entitled to write anything in my blog. He just think that you are super bo-liao to be even free to start the "war" in my blog. Oh ya.. If you are even a follower to my blog, I had blogged about my ex boyfriends here as well. I had a very lousy broke up with my ex but it was not stated clearly in here because i UNDERSTAND what is PRIVACY. If you even read my blog clearly, which pat of PRIVACY do you not understand that i did not divulge the reason of my tireness to my bf and my argument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my sisters and edyrach:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for your comments as well! Buahahhaa! Very happy to see my blog being so popular now. I thought that nobody knew my blog even existed. Buahaha! Super duper happy to see my blog getting so many comments. Since this part of my blog is dedicated to those who had defended me, i think i better make myself clearer because i believe you all know about my situation more than SOMEBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i had said, Ken and I had both took leave to pak-tor since there had been alot of arguments regarding the house. Should i use the word compromise? Hmm... Ok.. we had came to a resolution. I believe RESOLUTION is a much better word than COMPROMISE since both me and him had agreed on it. AND HE SAID THAT I CAN PUT THIS IN MY BLOG BECAUSE HE THINK THAT THIS IS MY SPACE AND HE HAD NO OBJECTION TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest sisters, you gals know that my final fate will be staying with MIL and worst nightmare will be not able to purchase the flat at all. Ya... We will not be buying the Bishan place because Fengshui Master said that the direction is not correct. It is also very expensive and financially we will be tight up because Ken had to support his mother's 2nd condo (bf mum bought another condo other than the current condo they are staying in). For the past few days, he had been trying to make me accept on staying into the new condo which his mum had bought and will TOP at 2010. He said, we are not in a hurry to get a house and can look around since we already have a place available. Ok.. I had accepted what he had proposed at a final showdown just now. I know you gals will be very angry now because this doesn't sound very good at all. In fact, this is not the best idea to even consider at all. His sisters had willingly accepted that the three of tem will still share the loan for the new condo and we can move in. So in the end, i will have a FREE place to stay! Woohoo! But, this comes with a condition. Because that new condo is a place his mum had bought as an investment, we had became the third priority. That means, they will first try to sell the new condo (as in if the market is good and they can make profit), if not, they will try to rent it out, worse come to worse if the above to are not feasible, we will move in and stay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T even need to pay for anything at all because Ken will be paying for it as per agreed by him just now. His family had came out with this for him so for my part, and being as UNDERSTANDING AS I CAN BE, I am fine with this decision and had told him that we will only start to hunt for house in year 2010 since we have the final answer to the EXTRA CONDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to defend Ken, he had put himself in my shoe that nobody like to stay with MIL. Since his mum EXTRA condo will be like just 1 street away, it is a feasible plan. I had just found out the information of that EXTRA condo from him, it seemed quite big. Well, same old thing, we are the third priority to the plan and all decisions can only be finalized when the condo is ready. So we will hang on and wait until then. He do understand that i will not wanna have any more babies by 30. Oops.. am i divulging too much of my presonal life?! Ok.. Lets talk about this some other day because i would like to have some PRIVACY. Now i am a famous cow ok... so i need to have PRIVACY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I did not actually wanna write about the EXTRA condo and part of the reason to the recent quarrel. Regarding dear's privacy, i had asked him and was CONFIRMING with him if i can actually jot this down and he had agreed to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8183951112529112072?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8183951112529112072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8183951112529112072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8183951112529112072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8183951112529112072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-335042836673174912</id><published>2008-11-05T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:49:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..</title><content type='html'>A word which i use everyday because of my own laziness. Today, this kinda tireness felt different. I felt so numb and tired to speak of anymore on that topic. Even though we are still waiting for the result, I had a very bad feeling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, every delay made, i had an uneasy feeling. How much more time can we waste procrestinating? How long can we wait? How much further can we walk together? All these unanswered questions popped into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were hanging out often, I waited for you to confirm our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are a couple, I waited for you on your confirmation to a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted to get a nest, I waited for you to gove the green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, after all these waiting, the only time when you need to wait for me is just to wait for me to finish my braces treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in hospital alone before the extraction of my premolars and wisdom tooth, you were not there waiting for me. To a certain point, i think that it is quite reasonable that you only accompany me when my surgery was done because its kinda waste of time just to wait. Even though you waited for me to be given the green light for discharge the whole afternoon, do you know that i will be even happier if you were with me through the whole day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one occassion i remembered you waiting for me for 45 mins because i was held up in a de-brief. Your face turned black and you were showing me attitude due to the long waiting time. Have it ever occurred to you that there were 2 occassions when i waited for you 1 hour each and you could not stand my temper and attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand how i feel now? I had been in a roller coaster ride ever since we discussed about getting a flat? We had been looking forward to this, and now, situation is so different. Somehow, I know i should be more understanding but i can't. From all the talk that we had shared, the situation we are in, i can't help but to feel that you are selfish. I can't feel your sincerity towards our future. You can't say that i don't trust you and I am not someone who build trust. I trusted and waited and defended you countless times infront of friends and family. Have you ever defended me? Have you ever put even part of my interest before certain decision you make? Maybe you will say you had no other choice bla bla bla.. and it really sounded like stage lines when you tried to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a computer. You can't expect me to accept every reason and wake up pretending nothing had ever happened. I can't reboot my mind. At this point of time, have it ever occurred to you that probably some comforting and much more assuring action can make me feel better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-335042836673174912?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/335042836673174912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=335042836673174912' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/335042836673174912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/335042836673174912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired.html' title='Tired..'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3816890629849961557</id><published>2008-11-03T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:46:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards a new stage</title><content type='html'>Recently, Dear and I had a new target - to search for our nest. Don't worry friends, I am not getting hitched yet. All these are still at the initial planning stage. Here's what we had done during last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, because i was so interested with the showflatsat both AMK and Bishan, Mummy compromised to my request and instead of going to see the chinese physician for her back, we went to AMK for the showflat! Buahahahahah! We were there at about evening time and that's the very right time to see the position of the sun if we are seriously considering the flats. Dear was the one who navigated the position and all fengshui related stuff while i will be the one to look at the layout of the flat as well as the designing stuff. Of course, the most important thing will be the surrounding and the fixed stuff that comes along with the flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AMK flats generally have no more 4 rooms left for us to chose and the 5 rooms are too small for the price. the design layout of the flat and the units are not very attractive so dear and i did not expressed much interest to it. Mummy don't think that that's a very ideal place as well due to the sun and the units left for selection does not have very good fengshui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had both decided to take a look at the Bishan DBSS on Sunday morning, we decided to take AMK as a reference. It was actually my idea to take a look at the Bishan flat on Saturday but dear think that it will be too crowded and the Q will be quite long, he suggested for Sunday morning and we can be the first few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday Morning, Dear grabbed me, his mum and his maid to Bishan to view the flat! I can say we weren't the first but we were the first to be asked to Q. Buahahaha! There were quite a few couples before us and the people did not ask if they wanted to take a seat inside and Q while waiting for the official opening time. I gotta say, i was quite excited but wasn't feeling very well yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turns out fine and I was quite happy with the flats. Dear liked the place and he thing that the positioning of the flats and the fengshui should be quite good! Honestly speaking, i had the rush to submit my application immediately but both dear and me had to discuss with our family before we really decide to take on this burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a discussion with Mummy and (not really much discussion) Daddy. By just looking at the brochure, mummy was very supportive and encouraging to Bishan flats. Daddy also think that its fine but he think the level which i had proposed is too high. honestly, i am still seeking for dear's approval for an even higher level. Buahahahha! Now its dear's turn to tell me about his family discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had actually been very very supportive since the day i told her that dear and i were planning for a nest. My sisters told me that mummy had been waiting for me to settle? Buahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this had not been smooth for both me and dear as well. Because of the nest matter, we had quarrelled and talked on certain sensitive issue last week and finally compromised. All i can hope for is that he obtained the approval to purchase the flat. I am not sure if dear share the same excitement as i had for this plan of getting a nest. Why don't you tell me. I was daydreaming on my way home while in dear's car and he was asking what's my thought. I told him i was thinking if we were so unlucky that we were not chosen for the balloting, what should we do? Instead of indulging in my negative thoughts, he asked me to think what if were had been chosen as the first few to select the flats? Sometimes, I really felt good when he tried to get rid of my negative thoughts and input part of his great imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times like this that made me think, if god-pa is still around, he will also be as supportive, encouraging and happy as mummy is. I believe he will like dear and also will love dear just like his own son. If he is still around, he will definately wanna take a look at the show flats as well. Hehehehe! Probably if he is still around, i would already had my braces done and not wait till now. Buahahahah! I am missing him too much and think its time i gotta go "bai bai".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3816890629849961557?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3816890629849961557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3816890629849961557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3816890629849961557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3816890629849961557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/11/towards-new-stage.html' title='Towards a new stage'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7793156443692902965</id><published>2008-10-28T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:08:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十三年</title><content type='html'>不只是不是人长大了慢慢的也很容易想起很多的往事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是如此的疼爱我。&lt;br /&gt;是如此的纵容我。&lt;br /&gt;是如此的宠我。&lt;br /&gt;从不曾对我发脾气。&lt;br /&gt;从不曾打我。&lt;br /&gt;给了我永远都不能再拥有的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;的愿望是否是想看我慢慢的长大？&lt;br /&gt;是否也要看我成家立业？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天的情景我永生都不会忘记。六点半的新闻才刚开始， 我才刚要吃饭，妈妈在赶为完成的工作。一切就如平凡的一天。可是，在我要吃第一口饭的时候，电话响了。 这口饭我永远都不可能吞得下。妈妈说，你出了意外，要爸爸立刻载我和妈妈到医院去。我们得到的消息不完全，结果就在医院附近兜了好多圈。我也没去数到底过了多久，我只知道天色慢慢的转暗。这是的爸爸和妈妈也开始担心，可是，我们却在医院附近遇见了姑姑和姑丈们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不晓得又过了多久，又绕了多少个圈，我们终于在验尸处和其他人会合。当时，警察叔叔嫌我太小不让我近去认尸。不想接受事实的我在十五分钟后确定了所有的不可能。那天的每一幕我都清清楚楚地记得。可是，为什么我怎么都记不起你的忌日呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7793156443692902965?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7793156443692902965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7793156443692902965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7793156443692902965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7793156443692902965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='十三年'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7781783859054977175</id><published>2008-10-28T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:37:07.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUND!</title><content type='html'>Hey friends, happy belated deepavali.. As those close to me will know, I am changing job again! Yesh.. I am changing job again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not disclose any information as of now but i am leaving my company in 3-4 weeks. Tendered last week. Told my current company that its of personal reason. Some times, if plans had been drawn and not executed or had not decided on when to execute, waiting will only make everyone miserable. The decision had been made and finalized so no backing out will be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray that everything will be fine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7781783859054977175?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7781783859054977175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7781783859054977175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7781783859054977175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7781783859054977175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/found.html' title='FOUND!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3526587502806939787</id><published>2008-10-20T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:44:45.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am seriously, honestly and highly irritable and fiery now. For some reason, my yesterday wasn't that fun or rather enjoyable. I wasn't in a fixed mood and was bored staying at home with dear. What's worse was that i had my snack eaten half by somebody! Ok.. For my usual sef when i am in such easily irritated mood, i will totally not eat the snack but in order not to make it too ugly, i ate my snack. Ok.. I bought this tapioca kueh back to dear's place while ta-paoing lunch and I only knew that my kueh was being eaten half when i wanted to eat it. First was the pancake incident and now is the kueh incident. Don't they know of the basic courtesy to ask before eating?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whoever is gonna say that i am very petty or whatever shit because i am in a very bad mood now! And my brainless pig was so insensitive that he said some things that was really irritating that totally ruined my day. To be fair, my irritating pig didn't know that i was angru at the kueh incident but what he said yesterday was SUPER IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usualy for the lils at home to be as Kaypo as Pak Sah Aunties or Uncles, they were both gossiping and doing some stupid, little action. They slipped the notes through the door and i picked it up to read after telling dear that there was something there. What's written on the notes? One was a comic drawing with conversation and the other one was written " You will mary your girlfriend." I am not a moroon and did not get the wrong spelling, it was written "mary" and not "marry". So being as playful as i can be, i asked dear "So will you marry me?" Guess what was his reply?! He said, "Ya. Maybe not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke is absolutely not funny at all! He can still act cheeky and said that i was petty and bla bla. Cumon lor, he is only willing to say something as remedy after knowing that i was angry! There was a second incident yesterday that really made me damn pissed at this stupid old man! Don't think i wana blog about this because just thinking of it really made me damn pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3526587502806939787?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3526587502806939787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3526587502806939787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3526587502806939787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3526587502806939787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-mood.html' title='Bad Mood'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7266103066090402024</id><published>2008-10-14T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:04:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever blur~</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was an exciting one! It started on Friday when i went to watch dear played soccer in a friendly match his company had arranged and after that stayed over at his place because the next day we were going to ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zoo trip was fun and photos are with dear so it will take some time to appear in this webbie. Bloody hell... Ok.. since this is my page, let me complain abit on why the photos will be late. I simply don't understand what's wrong with his family. You see, the sister and hubby earn so much money and can afford an expensive condo, an expensive car and all sorts of expensive activities for their kids but they cannot afford a cammy?! Cumon lor, dear's cammy cost less then 400 bucks and it can be used for so many years and yet they won't get a cammy for the family. This was what happened.. Dear's sister family went to watch F1 and borrowed his camera. Nevermind, i intended to bring my cammy out on Friday but i forgot due to the rush in the morning. That was the MAIN REASON why i needed dear's cammy on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the cammy back on Friday and happily took our photos in the Zoo. Well, i said our photos it meant that there will sure be some fun photos which i would not liek to share with people. Since the battery were both drained due to me being sucha cam-whore, dear gotta charge them and i can't load the photos on Saturday evening. It was then his niece came knocking at his door and asked for the cammy because she is having some graduation on SUNDAY! I thought dear will be clever enough to remove the memory card because i wanted to load the pixy but HE DID NOT! I tell you lor.. i really fainted.. So now the cammy is not with him and i don't know when i am able to get my pixy loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i digress too much.. Hehehehe.. Lets return to now. Oh.. i was going to say this, on Sunday afternoon after our brunch, we started to discuss about houses! Da jie sent me a link that morning in MSN to show me the house opened at TPY and i intended to show dear after our meal. So i showed him but both of us sorta rejected the flat because the keys are ready and we don't intend to get hitch yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that moment, we saw the flats that were opened to balloting. As a materialistic coupple, both of us took a peak at The Pinnacle @ Duxton. After some comparison of price and Fengshui, we decided that we can apply for the &lt;a href="mailto:TP@D"&gt;TP@D&lt;/a&gt;! So i happily surfed around for information and wanted to know how we can submit our application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when happy things don't happen to you, they really won't happen at all. Due to my blur-ness, I mistook S1 and S2 apartment as SA, and we missed the submit date!!!!!!!! That was why i did not tell dear that &lt;a href="mailto:TP@D"&gt;TP@D&lt;/a&gt; was open for balloting. That was why we missed the submit date. And the main reason why i am sulking now because i am BLUR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, the next one which we will look into will be Bishan's Natura Loft. It will launch in either this month end or early next month. Let's hope that i will not be so blur again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7266103066090402024?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7266103066090402024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7266103066090402024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7266103066090402024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7266103066090402024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/forever-blur.html' title='Forever blur~'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4361471842781362340</id><published>2008-10-09T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:10:36.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!</title><content type='html'>I hope to get lucky and wana get lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be lucky at this time now. Is my lucky knocking on the door now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. Pray hard.......... harder...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4361471842781362340?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4361471842781362340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4361471842781362340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4361471842781362340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4361471842781362340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/excited.html' title='Excited!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8765086783394416099</id><published>2008-10-07T15:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:02:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Mei Star Tour!!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday wasn't a very auspicious date actually. Erm... As to me, i think that 4th Oct is NEVER an auspicious date but Ah Mei decided to hold her concert in the Singapore Indoor Stadium that day. Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.. The concert was awesome i tell you! This is the first concert which i had been to with almost EVERYBODY standing up at the end of the concert!! Super duper exciting can! So high and it really worth the $$ dear had paid - we did not get the most expensive tix though because it was sold out. Ah Mei sang for full 3 hours and the audiences were spontaneous. Let the pixy do the talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mei Star Tour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT1kJ-N3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/2JYeGr89P-w/s1600-h/n651523254_1402022_6523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254315201217312626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT1kJ-N3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/2JYeGr89P-w/s320/n651523254_1402022_6523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was 1950hr and the staidum entrance was so crowded and filling up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT1ftxCmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jQwCPtKs1Fw/s1600-h/n651523254_1402008_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254315200025266786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT1ftxCmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jQwCPtKs1Fw/s320/n651523254_1402008_1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it had not started, i decided to snap snap... Dear was the victim for the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT2CX-L7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/BtIlpEiQIig/s1600-h/n651523254_1402010_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254315209329094578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT2CX-L7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/BtIlpEiQIig/s320/n651523254_1402010_2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had i once bought anything in a concert (Phantom of the Opera was an opera so the teddy i bought did not count as item bought from concert) and i got this blink blink to support Ah Mei in the dark. I had a feeling that i will turn very high so i bought it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT2MogtUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/89G8YAS62EA/s1600-h/n651523254_1402017_8232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254315212082820418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT2MogtUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/89G8YAS62EA/s320/n651523254_1402017_8232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced to take the pixy with my blink blink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT2MF1edI/AAAAAAAAAjs/s-rrnYvQMQY/s1600-h/n651523254_1402016_9229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254315211937380818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT2MF1edI/AAAAAAAAAjs/s-rrnYvQMQY/s320/n651523254_1402016_9229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurry pixy taken by myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTV5Pt7vI/AAAAAAAAAis/oA79KhQhRYU/s1600-h/n651523254_1402011_2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314657122742002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTV5Pt7vI/AAAAAAAAAis/oA79KhQhRYU/s320/n651523254_1402011_2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear could not stand it anymore, he helped me took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTVVyWH9I/AAAAAAAAAik/8rpOIzQKu-Q/s1600-h/n651523254_1402014_7399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314647604305874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTVVyWH9I/AAAAAAAAAik/8rpOIzQKu-Q/s320/n651523254_1402014_7399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear and me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTWumZAhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OPRbq7UsECI/s1600-h/n651523254_1402021_6189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314671444918802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTWumZAhI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OPRbq7UsECI/s320/n651523254_1402021_6189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats filling up and starting soon. Red sea was the fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTW79OCII/AAAAAAAAAjE/jsyWhdqTZpI/s1600-h/n651523254_1402018_5082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314675030329474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsTW79OCII/AAAAAAAAAjE/jsyWhdqTZpI/s320/n651523254_1402018_5082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS3yQjNyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/FAlPYPuK_fw/s1600-h/n651523254_1402023_6873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314139851110178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS3yQjNyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/FAlPYPuK_fw/s320/n651523254_1402023_6873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started! The young girl behind dear was screaming so loudly i almost fainted. Dear couldn't stand it and he called her "xiao char bo" throughout the whole concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS3xfut_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/i8KOLUxOd5g/s1600-h/n651523254_1402029_9060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314139646343154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS3xfut_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/i8KOLUxOd5g/s320/n651523254_1402029_9060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Mei appeared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS3_DJ0nI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2BzfoMnUSus/s1600-h/n651523254_1402031_9761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314143284580978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS3_DJ0nI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2BzfoMnUSus/s320/n651523254_1402031_9761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what's writted on it? Its Ah Mei!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS4KbfigI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6baAvuBqbSk/s1600-h/n651523254_1402036_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314146339457538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS4KbfigI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6baAvuBqbSk/s320/n651523254_1402036_1568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My zoom wasn't good enough because i was seated at row 17. I gotta utilise my digital zoom to get this not-very-clear image of Ah Mei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS4Pn4AgI/AAAAAAAAAic/ssAy8kz2H1s/s1600-h/n651523254_1402047_5787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314147733570050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsS4Pn4AgI/AAAAAAAAAic/ssAy8kz2H1s/s320/n651523254_1402047_5787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8765086783394416099?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8765086783394416099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8765086783394416099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8765086783394416099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8765086783394416099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-mei-star-tour.html' title='Ah Mei Star Tour!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SOsT1kJ-N3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/2JYeGr89P-w/s72-c/n651523254_1402022_6523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6005562870560758639</id><published>2008-10-02T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:09:27.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of doing nothing</title><content type='html'>How many people can be as lucky as me to get 2 jobs in a row which does nothing but surf net? Yeah~ Hard to find though. But I don't wana be a junk for the rest of my youth doing nothing and rot in office. I had a short conversation with dear yesterday night which ended in a not very pleasant manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to earn more money. That's the base line for my "tu-lan-ness" yesterday night. I couldn't sleep after reaching home because he think that i earned too little. Cumon! I am not earning as much as him and don't he think i wanna earn more? The whole conversation started when i talked to him about the DBSS at AMK which i kinda fancy. Guess what's his reply? Yeah~ He said he will consider that if i am earning more than 3k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn bloody angry can! Ya.. I told him the probability if i be good and stay in this job for years and by the time i got a 3k pay, we buy a house and get married, I will be in my 30s. He can jolly well dream the rest of his life off because i WILL NOT BEAR ANY MORE CHILDREN FOR HIM ONCE I REACH 30! He couldn't understand why it will take so long for me to get a pay raise. Reason is so simple. If i stay in the current, useless job, it will take me about another 3-4 years to get the pay. By then, i will be about 26 or 27. And then at that age, we will apply for flats which will take another 2-3 yrs to build the WHOLE BUILDING. SEE! I will reach 30s by then and he will be nearing 40s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he don't understand why i would not wana have children after 30, reason is too simple! I think that i am old at that age and i don't wana spend a longer time slogging to support my kids because they will be in their 20s when i am nearing my 60s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i thinking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6005562870560758639?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6005562870560758639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6005562870560758639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6005562870560758639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6005562870560758639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/10/tired-of-doing-nothing.html' title='Tired of doing nothing'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8583897068980985392</id><published>2008-09-26T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:04:09.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting jealous FINALLY?!</title><content type='html'>When we started the relationship, everyone around me told me that i am loving him more than him loving me. This caused me to be at a very dangerous position because everyone will say that the guy MUST love the girl more in order for the girl to manipulate the relationship. For my case, I gotta start a relationship which i must love the guy more than myself because i know that i will eventually give up the relationship if I don't love the guy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were recently something that happened these few months which i think dear is starting to inject more than me in this relationship. My close ones will know that dear is &lt;strike&gt;elvis presley&lt;/strike&gt; thrifty man and he wont splurge unnecessarily. And all that include expensive gifts and dinner only for special dates. Recently, without any event, dear brought me to Long Bar Steakhouse for dinner and fully sponsored Ah Mei concert tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the last thing that touched me was the out most recent event. I don't know how he managed to do it but he managed to get out from the late night exercise and accompany me to the F1 party (pass belonged to him to start with) when i couldn't find anyone to go with me yesterday night. Haha! He was also very against the partner going with me after i managed to grab Bear to go with me this morning. The converstion goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: I can go to the party with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? I found someone le.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My friend.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: oh.. Should i wear my suit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was thinking of getting a dress as well. My friend also duno what to wear. I told him shirt, jeans and proper shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: HUH?! A guy arh? Sure cannot go with him liao! All the more i should go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was finally jealous! buahahahahahah!! When we started the relationship, he told me he never got jealous before and see, this is what happen now! Buahahahahahah!! But this is one great effort he is making. He even wanted to sponsor part of my new dress! Can't wait to get outta office n buy the dress. hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~! I don't think i mentioned this as well. Before we started our relationship, he mentioned that he will definately not get me a supplement card because men should never trust females with $$. Guess what?! He recently gave me an Amex Platinum Reserve Supplement Card! hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear! Really love you much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8583897068980985392?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8583897068980985392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8583897068980985392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8583897068980985392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8583897068980985392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-jealous-finally.html' title='Getting jealous FINALLY?!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6950869648644069961</id><published>2008-09-24T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:52:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of the Ingenious Freak!</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with dear yesterday night on some funny issue and here it goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear~ You know what? I told my mum to save for the diamond necklace now.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Why diamond necklace?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Orh~ There's a reason behind it. My mum replaced all our 21 year old pressie with diamond necklace for our wedding. *smilez* It will be an expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Orh~ but we not getting married now what.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I never say i gonna marry you now what. I told her earlier then she can save a little each day and 2 years later she can buy me one good necklace! Buahahahhahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Dear: I am not gonna marry you 2 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinds disappointed to hear this and i went silent. Hate it when he cracked this kind of jokes when its not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: I will marry you after 2 years.... I am not getting married 2 years later but i am getting married after 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think he deserve a good bash?! Seriously feel like slapping him left, right, center....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6950869648644069961?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6950869648644069961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6950869648644069961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6950869648644069961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6950869648644069961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/words-of-ingenious-freak.html' title='Words of the Ingenious Freak!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1366340742457598004</id><published>2008-09-23T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:11:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Help needed and Job needed!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that i had enough of my boring job! I need a change but the economy is so bad. I can't be sitting in office everyday doing nothing but surf net right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNiIeMXFKSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/025UM__iFGg/s1600-h/classified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249095417995798818" style="CURSOR: hand" height="234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNiIeMXFKSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/025UM__iFGg/s320/classified.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1366340742457598004?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1366340742457598004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1366340742457598004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1366340742457598004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1366340742457598004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/help.html' title='HELP~'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNiIeMXFKSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/025UM__iFGg/s72-c/classified.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4002163191482433635</id><published>2008-09-17T14:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:58:43.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Central</title><content type='html'>Seriously, how long had this shopping mall existed? Anyone have the answer?! I can still remember clearly after Vivo opened, i went there for walk within the first month and I seldom miss out famous shopping area. Central was located at Clarke Quay and is directed bhind the busstop which i used to always take bus from after school. I watched the construction of the building while i was still in SIC and their campus was at Riverwalk. How can i not shop at that place?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahaha!! Maybe its beause of the ERP. I suggested to go shopping with dear at Central yesterday and so both of us went there like mountain tortise. One funny design about that place was that the place was full of escalator. Almost every turn you will see an escalator. What the heck! Shops there are like maze and honestly we really doubt the people are making any profit. The untimate winner is still the shopping center owner. Buahahaha! Its almost soul-less lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few famous Jap food in the mall itself. One of it is the famous ramen which dear wanted to eat but changed his mind to the curry udon. He don't understand the japanese menu and think that the curry udon have more choices. Since he was the boss, he shall decide our meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go! Waka Sha Chiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnqn9bQVI/AAAAAAAAAds/9wBhu4rZ4Iw/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246877916609593682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnqn9bQVI/AAAAAAAAAds/9wBhu4rZ4Iw/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ordered this Eel rice ball as starter. It wasn't that bad! At least for someone who hated fish smell like me, i think its good enough and something new. Dear don't think that its very exclusive but it doen't taste bad either. Contradicting man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnqhWqbuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DiC_EGbwNqA/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246877914836397794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnqhWqbuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DiC_EGbwNqA/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be my Udon!!! Honestly, i heart curry! All sorts of curry! And the best Japanese curry was still the one Ming had cooked. Oh! I am missing him again. If he ever return to Singapore for holiday or whatsoever purpose, i make sure i will invite him to my place and cook Japanese curry. Buahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Stop my nonsense. I believe that the restaurant did increase the spices to the make it spicy. Usually the japanese curry will be less of the spiciness but tasted sweet instead. For this curry, it tasted both sweet and spicy. Mine will be Ebi tempura curry udon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnq5Y0qbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eeN73bSxZJY/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246877921287907762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnq5Y0qbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/eeN73bSxZJY/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i wanted to ordered what dear had since i am a pork lover. But since dear was ordering Katsu curry udon, i made my mind for an alternative. Hehehe.. I wanted to be exotic and add cheese to the katsu curry udon. Dear think that might taste gross and since there was a possibility that he will be the one finishing my meal, i gave up my choice eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnq1PESaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/U0A57KzmRFQ/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246877920173246882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnq1PESaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/U0A57KzmRFQ/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i think the ramen will taste nicer. Buahahahhaa!!b I told dear, the next time we come for food, i want to eat ramen. You can really smell the food by walking pass the restaurant lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4002163191482433635?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4002163191482433635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4002163191482433635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4002163191482433635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4002163191482433635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/central.html' title='Central'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SNCnqn9bQVI/AAAAAAAAAds/9wBhu4rZ4Iw/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3250845757263838812</id><published>2008-09-11T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:08:05.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-box</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!! You know its like after so many months of isolation in this new office or rather nearly a year of isolation, i had my due lotsa fun yesterday night! Well, of course, the main cause of all the fun were not from this office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last week when my ex-colleague emailed on the gatehring and to my surprise alot of people responded positively! We expected a small group of gathering as usual about 10 people but guess what?! 18 people turned up yesterday and K-Box Marina was almost torn down my us! Buahahahaha!! We got the big room at first with 14 people arriving on time or earlier but was changed to the VIP room due to the increase number of people. Buahahaha!! So it was like a gathering of current SEZ and ex-SEZ staffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! You know now wih my new job, i will usually turn into a Koala looking woman after 2100hr and miraculously i was wide awake even until 2300hr! Buahahhaha!! This explained the meaning of fun crowd and enjoyment. ARGH~ I so miss the days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3250845757263838812?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3250845757263838812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3250845757263838812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3250845757263838812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3250845757263838812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/k-box.html' title='K-box'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6001730416652718530</id><published>2008-09-08T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:09:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Helo!! Yesh.. this is a super boring monday and i do miss my weekends. Buahahhaha!! Who don't right? I am now listening to the shaky shaky songs to prepare for Friday!! Buahahahha!! Ok. Shall stop all the cow shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to jot this romantic night i shared with dear on Friday. My ever "kiam siap" uncle smsed me on Friday morning 3+a.m. to ask if i wanted to go out for dinner. Buahahaha!! In the end, he brought me to Raffles Hotel. Erm.. for dinner.. Don't think crooked.. Buahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to dress nicer and we went to Long Bar Steakhouse. What's the occasion? Simply no occassion. Its just dear wanted to use his membership from Amex which will expire soon and he can get half price on all main course. Buahahahaha!! Still, the dinner was quite ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what i noticed, this thingy was on all tables. I seriously wonder if the cinnamons can be use for coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh8-dub9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/_BGdXLRllpA/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493935097999314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh8-dub9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/_BGdXLRllpA/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear knew i love to snap snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3AiHbHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/elTqtL3hSY0/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493832574069874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3AiHbHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/elTqtL3hSY0/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this lad in the toilet and guess what she said? Buahahahah!! She said i looked very clever with this look. My dress and specs. Yeah.. the only stupid thing that can ever happen to me is to love dear. Buahahaha!! But not that bad la.. once in a while in such rare date, he brought me to a posh restaurant for a simple meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3OiGlaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xJ10pvJNA3o/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493836332111266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3OiGlaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xJ10pvJNA3o/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butter for bread and pickles! Dear said the pickles tasted quite nice and he enjoyed the bread because of the herbs. I hated pickles and the bread was too hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3dUvVlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/n-mUL_B7lYk/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493840302593618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3dUvVlI/AAAAAAAAAbM/n-mUL_B7lYk/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lamb!! Smaller than dear's steak. And it tasted real nice! Comparable to the lamb i had and loved from Vienna! You know, ever since i tasted the lamb at Vienna previously, there seemed to be no lamb served in Singapore comparable to anything served there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3Vky14I/AAAAAAAAAbU/mJ5koE3uvh4/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493838222448514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3Vky14I/AAAAAAAAAbU/mJ5koE3uvh4/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's steak! He asked me to be very careful because of the hotplate. He don't want me to be disfigured while having a meal. Ya.. I am forever so clumsy so he wanted to warn me. Buahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3p5kl1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/dN_Q74PKvJQ/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243493843678304082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh3p5kl1I/AAAAAAAAAbc/dN_Q74PKvJQ/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take the picture of our dessert because the place was too posh and quiet even when it wasn't the most posh restaurant there. I think it was quite embarassing to take pictures because the restaurant was kinda empty and i looked like a freak snapping around. We had bread &amp;amp; butter pudding. Buahahahha!! Another favourite of mine and dear was kinda scared of it because it was too fatty. The whole weekend was spent eating and eating. Well, i guess i am gonna become a fat girl soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6001730416652718530?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6001730416652718530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6001730416652718530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6001730416652718530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6001730416652718530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SMSh8-dub9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/_BGdXLRllpA/s72-c/DSC00246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5886501808795410610</id><published>2008-09-05T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:49:17.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>HELP~! I am getting hell bored from work and started searching on ridiculous stuff since there seemed to be nothing much to complete. And from my search, i came out with lotsa &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am getting married, i had already drawn out a list of good friends. CL will be be included in my list and i believe he will have no problem mixing with my girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i get a new job. I want a job that can travel around and be very busy to make my mind work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have hell lotsa money from Toto winnings. Buahahahaha!! I knew jolly well the percentage to share with the rest of the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am going for a holiday now, i wana be at Paris/London/Venice (again?)/Rome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow is my fateful day for surgery, i will be very scared now but look pretty 1 month later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i am very free to think of all these bullshit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5886501808795410610?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5886501808795410610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5886501808795410610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5886501808795410610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5886501808795410610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3996659946341484976</id><published>2008-09-04T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:58:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Trip - Gold Coast</title><content type='html'>Heloo everyone!!! I know this is a very very late blog entry and i have a very valid reason to this. I finally found time to write this blog can. Buahahahhaa!! Ok.. I had decided that i will break the whole blog entry to 3 parts which consist of Gold Coast, Blue Mountains and Sydney. The romantic one of course is Sydney which will be the last. Buahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. On 8/8/08, which is like 4 days before our anniversary, dear and i flew off to OZ at 9+ p.m. And being as supportive as my family can be, they skipped he Olympics Opening Ceremony (probably they don't even care bout that since we aren't really Olympic fans) and came to the airport to send me and dear off at T3. We did not manage to take a family photo there which is quite a waste i think. Buahahaha! But, i stole this photo from Da Jie's Blog and it consist of the Teos Grands and their Grand-naughty! Buahahaha!! Yes, and so the Teo clan came to send me and dear off to OZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkQUrpqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/E3Li77PNFZs/s1600-h/misc+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995975558145698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkQUrpqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/E3Li77PNFZs/s320/misc+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to give dear a surprise on the plane but realised that it was too inconvenient so i went photo taking instead. It was really tiring and i doubt i will take a night flight to OZ again because both dear and me couldn't sleep much especially dear. I slept while eating my 2nd meal on the plane. Well, i should say half way through my 2nd meal on the plane. Dear told me that the stewardess was quite shocked to see only half the muffin was eaten for the whole tray of stuff and actually wanted dear to confirm if i still want the food. Buahahhaha!! But the ever understanding dear, knew that i had given up on the food and asked her to clear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkYpBnaI/AAAAAAAAAac/2s1GdVxJxM8/s1600-h/n651523254_1222733_5538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995977790954914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkYpBnaI/AAAAAAAAAac/2s1GdVxJxM8/s320/n651523254_1222733_5538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching the sunrise in the plane about 2 hours before we reached GC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkQsciFI/AAAAAAAAAak/csfG-WDwT7g/s1600-h/n651523254_1222739_7603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995975657818194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkQsciFI/AAAAAAAAAak/csfG-WDwT7g/s320/n651523254_1222739_7603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we landed safely! The weather was quite cold when we were in shelter but once we were out in the sun, it felt completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkrMUSAI/AAAAAAAAAas/XsdbOZ_aH5Y/s1600-h/n651523254_1222743_8972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995982770817026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkrMUSAI/AAAAAAAAAas/XsdbOZ_aH5Y/s320/n651523254_1222743_8972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to get the airport transfer through our hotel and it looked quite cute. The van was for humans while the container for luggages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkujZMdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KS4xtQ810G4/s1600-h/n651523254_1222746_79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995983672914386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkujZMdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KS4xtQ810G4/s320/n651523254_1222746_79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear helped to load our baggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O955FF8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/GB1p1YUCN68/s1600-h/n651523254_1222747_468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995316701763522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O955FF8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/GB1p1YUCN68/s320/n651523254_1222747_468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 1hr ride, we finally reached our hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-IJwUEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LW7Uy1CRU0Y/s1600-h/n651523254_1222748_819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995320529801282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-IJwUEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LW7Uy1CRU0Y/s320/n651523254_1222748_819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lobby. Can you spot our luggages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-GgEvOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5zslWpjPE6w/s1600-h/n651523254_1222750_1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995320086543586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-GgEvOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5zslWpjPE6w/s320/n651523254_1222750_1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our room will only be ready about 4 hours later, dear and i decided to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-CoyMAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IiqPeRAW2Xg/s1600-h/n651523254_1222760_5800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995319049334786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-CoyMAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IiqPeRAW2Xg/s320/n651523254_1222760_5800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he knew that his girl cannot go on without this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-cehEyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8zlzLJEU3t8/s1600-h/n651523254_1222763_6906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241995325985592098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9O-cehEyI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8zlzLJEU3t8/s320/n651523254_1222763_6906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our room around 2p.m. that day and this was the day and sunset view of our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfRzCLLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1eLGYHs3StI/s1600-h/n651523254_1258599_4787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994790542912690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfRzCLLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1eLGYHs3StI/s320/n651523254_1258599_4787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfYcsTnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/5I6dddNvIHY/s1600-h/n651523254_1258600_5225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994792328253042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfYcsTnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/5I6dddNvIHY/s320/n651523254_1258600_5225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we doing in the room when we were suppose to be playing around enjoying our day? Its because both dear and i were to tired to walk or play, so we decided that we should take a nap before we fainted on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room was very big and it came with 2 Queen size beds! Well, we only used 1 bed to sleep and the other for my luggage and some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Of0nJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E8nIL7eK0Rk/s1600-h/n651523254_1258625_1723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994799888331442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Of0nJ8rI/AAAAAAAAAZk/E8nIL7eK0Rk/s320/n651523254_1258625_1723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i went to settle my stuffs in the toilet, dear said this : &lt;em&gt;why you bring the same toothbrush as me? Copy cat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9MgcaE1BI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hg038F8H58U/s1600-h/n651523254_1258563_3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992611547632658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9MgcaE1BI/AAAAAAAAAYc/hg038F8H58U/s320/n651523254_1258563_3060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ we coincidentally brought the same toothbrush. Left was mine while right was his. You can judge by all the bottles at the different side. Girls should have more stuff right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our nap, we decided that we should have dinner!! So dear who was sponsoring the meals for the whole trip decided that we should eat something good for the first day and we went to the Italian restaurant which he was quite interested in. Steak for him and Risotto for me. I just tightened my braces that very day remember? That's why i can only have soft stuff and i think Risotto shouldn't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Mgp9LtVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EBymYi8zSPM/s1600-h/n651523254_1222781_5004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992615184545106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Mgp9LtVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EBymYi8zSPM/s320/n651523254_1222781_5004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel to try out dear's camera. He was stalking me and wanted to take a candid shot but i was too clever for his little tricks! Buahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfsROkQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8bsCTcVkOU/s1600-h/n651523254_1258629_7974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994797648875778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfsROkQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8bsCTcVkOU/s320/n651523254_1258629_7974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hanky panky here... dear wanted to try his timer... Buahahhaha!! We don't wana end up like another EDC case though we were not famous like them. Buahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfmPwIqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GQ8V-4-9rRE/s1600-h/n651523254_1258601_5550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241994796032074402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9OfmPwIqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GQ8V-4-9rRE/s320/n651523254_1258601_5550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our second morning, we went to the Movie World!! So this is our hotel from the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LkzIwnEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ryBKcMinFxQ/s1600-h/n651523254_1258565_3699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241991586856868930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LkzIwnEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ryBKcMinFxQ/s320/n651523254_1258565_3699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the words behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LlMLPIjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HAiwbippA8o/s1600-h/n651523254_1258566_3994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241991593578144306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LlMLPIjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HAiwbippA8o/s320/n651523254_1258566_3994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Movie World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9MhGbNUoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9qVuO9CBiiY/s1600-h/n651523254_1258602_5887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992622826672770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9MhGbNUoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9qVuO9CBiiY/s320/n651523254_1258602_5887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LldI8KMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0BiBG8W__go/s1600-h/n651523254_1258572_5764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241991598131914946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LldI8KMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0BiBG8W__go/s320/n651523254_1258572_5764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed Racer vehicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LlcNIBSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/rn6FAWH5P78/s1600-h/n651523254_1258604_6719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241991597881034018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LlcNIBSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/rn6FAWH5P78/s320/n651523254_1258604_6719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LltaexfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/APDk8w26VNg/s1600-h/n651523254_1258605_7066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241991602500453874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9LltaexfI/AAAAAAAAAYU/APDk8w26VNg/s320/n651523254_1258605_7066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play merry-go-round here but dear refused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0D65r3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VwA4K1yy9Zo/s1600-h/n651523254_1258611_9358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990749548556146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0D65r3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VwA4K1yy9Zo/s320/n651523254_1258611_9358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear had been bugging to get a Taz and here we see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0Pf_d6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/aqMfGrzNJpo/s1600-h/n651523254_1258612_9709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990752656914338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0Pf_d6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/aqMfGrzNJpo/s320/n651523254_1258612_9709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ARGH! Dont bite my hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0RuUcvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/61ld821E0r0/s1600-h/n651523254_1258613_94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990753253880562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0RuUcvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/61ld821E0r0/s320/n651523254_1258613_94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taz: Dont kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0cOGy0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/hBQj_f9y37M/s1600-h/n651523254_1258615_808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990756071557954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0cOGy0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/hBQj_f9y37M/s320/n651523254_1258615_808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where is my prince charming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0mUFIkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4wsC3nG5wc4/s1600-h/n651523254_1258617_2246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990758780969538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9K0mUFIkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4wsC3nG5wc4/s320/n651523254_1258617_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Here my darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSc-ECSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OrD4hAaQnmY/s1600-h/n651523254_1258616_1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990172157151522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSc-ECSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/OrD4hAaQnmY/s320/n651523254_1258616_1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not very charming but at least you appeared! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSpidmSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/g5lJdWj-TLI/s1600-h/n651523254_1258577_7351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990175531047202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSpidmSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/g5lJdWj-TLI/s320/n651523254_1258577_7351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... My piggy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone thirsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSpaIddI/AAAAAAAAAW0/91p_W5srniY/s1600-h/n651523254_1258578_7670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990175496107474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSpaIddI/AAAAAAAAAW0/91p_W5srniY/s320/n651523254_1258578_7670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played an useless AUD$5 game and dear think it was a waste of money. To make sure that we had our share of fun, dear played the game which required skill. 3 balls into the basket and i will get a Scooby-Doo which costed AUD$30. His first game ended with 2 balls in the basket which was what i intended to get (a dog whihc is not Scooby-Doo). The staff offered us to play another game and he will give us the Scooby-Doo if we have 1 more ball into the basket (which counted as our 3rd ball). Since i think that Scooby-Doo was much more worth the money, dear played the second game which ended with another 2 balls in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KS9cL8II/AAAAAAAAAW8/AUsKEEhJN4k/s1600-h/n651523254_1258579_7997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990180873433218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KS9cL8II/AAAAAAAAAW8/AUsKEEhJN4k/s320/n651523254_1258579_7997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 4 balls in the basket, i received my prize! We really regretted and think we should carry on playing a 3rd round. We could possibly end up with 2 Scooby-Doo can! The total cost for the whole basket game, AUD$10! I saved AUD$20 for a big Scooby-Doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSxmLNBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AxrdJof7c9I/s1600-h/n651523254_1258580_8358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241990177694102546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9KSxmLNBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AxrdJof7c9I/s320/n651523254_1258580_8358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the real Scooby-DoO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Jy5LYEJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UQrFQe7T4rc/s1600-h/n651523254_1258581_8681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989629973368978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Jy5LYEJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UQrFQe7T4rc/s320/n651523254_1258581_8681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe. I gave dear the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Jy-T9PuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/86ztvNMBoJ4/s1600-h/n651523254_1258582_8997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989631351537378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Jy-T9PuI/AAAAAAAAAWE/86ztvNMBoJ4/s320/n651523254_1258582_8997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice League!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JzCyC0bI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BUQxcKAx8QI/s1600-h/n651523254_1258583_9309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989632551473586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JzCyC0bI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BUQxcKAx8QI/s320/n651523254_1258583_9309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the parade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JzL4FftI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3_23Rc2g65k/s1600-h/n651523254_1258584_9717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989634992733906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JzL4FftI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3_23Rc2g65k/s320/n651523254_1258584_9717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade started!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Jzduw2jI/AAAAAAAAAWc/covIMrl7_CI/s1600-h/n651523254_1258585_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989639785470514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Jzduw2jI/AAAAAAAAAWc/covIMrl7_CI/s320/n651523254_1258585_38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRc6WjdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JkZtJ6jQ2BE/s1600-h/n651523254_1258586_344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989055450090962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRc6WjdI/AAAAAAAAAVU/JkZtJ6jQ2BE/s320/n651523254_1258586_344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRaSIx2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/imqmurKO6MI/s1600-h/n651523254_1258587_773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989054744545122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRaSIx2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/imqmurKO6MI/s320/n651523254_1258587_773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRiiLMfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8WsIPrueWu4/s1600-h/n651523254_1258588_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989056959295986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRiiLMfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8WsIPrueWu4/s320/n651523254_1258588_1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRn98eaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7X_ZmZ6lZmQ/s1600-h/n651523254_1258589_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989058417949090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JRn98eaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7X_ZmZ6lZmQ/s320/n651523254_1258589_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JR9eX5hI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sPe9ZcagO0s/s1600-h/n651523254_1258591_2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241989064191108626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9JR9eX5hI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sPe9ZcagO0s/s320/n651523254_1258591_2061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmAPfdnhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zS6WS6yAf0g/s1600-h/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683639487700498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmAPfdnhI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zS6WS6yAf0g/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Dear heart Batman but too bad he couldn't get a pic with Batman because Batman was too popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmArEyKeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jqvZREoxANA/s1600-h/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683646891993570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmArEyKeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jqvZREoxANA/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, we went to watch the shrek 4D show. It was a fun experience! I told dear to pose like Shrek. Do they look like twins? Buahahhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Mg8UMKyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/x-1edNvYY1k/s1600-h/n651523254_1258608_8144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992620112882466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Mg8UMKyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/x-1edNvYY1k/s320/n651523254_1258608_8144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really bored waiting for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Mg_AqADI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gYRQWPeuvU0/s1600-h/n651523254_1258597_4135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241992620836257842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9Mg_AqADI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gYRQWPeuvU0/s320/n651523254_1258597_4135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, its photo taking session with the stars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmBGuh48I/AAAAAAAAAU8/RkKYwAl9EFY/s1600-h/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683654314845122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmBGuh48I/AAAAAAAAAU8/RkKYwAl9EFY/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmBQdFJ1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/svqMy9XxUro/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683656926013266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmBQdFJ1I/AAAAAAAAAVE/svqMy9XxUro/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine we really spent the whole day there?! We reached there when it just opened its gate and we left when it was closing its gate. Buahhhaha!! As a GC ending, dear and i went to the beach for some romantic pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmBuBZjYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IGhm18YRh-8/s1600-h/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683664862973314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLqmBuBZjYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IGhm18YRh-8/s320/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3996659946341484976?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3996659946341484976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3996659946341484976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3996659946341484976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3996659946341484976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/aussie-trip-gold-coast.html' title='Aussie Trip - Gold Coast'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SL9PkQUrpqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/E3Li77PNFZs/s72-c/misc+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2727941894627378221</id><published>2008-09-01T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:40:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewing</title><content type='html'>Something is coming up. Not sure of the ending yet but is still quite happy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be something or a topic which dear will avoid. His answer is still lingering around. Satisfactory and happy explained my current feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be due to the hormones change? I am not sure how to explain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2727941894627378221?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2727941894627378221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2727941894627378221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2727941894627378221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2727941894627378221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/09/brewing.html' title='Brewing'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4562250231973003846</id><published>2008-08-28T10:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:56:38.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally Dear uploaded the photos from his Cammy and i can blog about it. Well, as you can see from the subject, ya.. title Blur implied that i forgot to bring the pics out. Due to my limited space in the portable HDD, i saved the photo in my PC and the ever blur me bought my HDD out without realising that the photos were not in there. *cry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not very surprising since i am ever so blur. Haiz~ Nevermind, i will blog about something else. Well, everyone knows that sometimes in a relationship, surprise is needed to boost the passion right? Yeah~ and dear gave me one yesterday! Its not an expensive gift and the gift cost only 3 bucks. BUT it was something which is essential for me now since i have my braces on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having braces, all the whatsoever rubbish food always got themself stuck between my molars and i always had a very hard time trying to get rid of them to prevent future tooth decay. The teeny weeny hole was cause by the seperators previously inserted to seperate the molars in order to insert the ring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the food had been bothering me, I always get very frustrated when i can't get the stuff out. Yesterday, not long after i board dear's car, he told me that there was something for me which he had left it at the back. When i reached out to the unfamiliar plastic bag, i was quite surprised that this was something i needed desperately! And the gift is~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLYTDSXG2hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YNDvKia7Wyo/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239396163681442322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLYTDSXG2hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YNDvKia7Wyo/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DENTAL FLOSS TOOTHPICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came in a box and i only took 2 out for my day use. ARGH!! So sweet of him right? Just when everyone thought he was bad to me. Just when we were frequently quarrelling on stupid issues, he got me this surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya~ nothing much to talk about this cheap gift. But if you are going throught the agony of digging the stuck stuff from your stupid molar, you will understand how important this gift was for me. Thank you dear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4562250231973003846?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4562250231973003846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4562250231973003846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4562250231973003846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4562250231973003846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/blur.html' title='Blur~'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLYTDSXG2hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YNDvKia7Wyo/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4271698369975556692</id><published>2008-08-26T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:23:37.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A* Ah Mei Concert</title><content type='html'>Dear and I were exchanging SMS conversation when Dear suddenly reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: You can check out on Ah Mei concert.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The good seats left single seats leh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya.. But no more front seats lei..&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Where is the front?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its center stage. You want to go?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: So every side is the same what!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now not even single seat left&lt;br /&gt;Dear: of course. Single seats&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Haha! I don't mind watching.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dan you go and reserve the tickets lor...&lt;br /&gt;Dear: You use my card lor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You never sub me card how i use?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: My card! Call me for number.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Haha! Next time la...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya.. next time you also say next time then your next time will never come. You said you don't want to spoil me but i think i had spoiled you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear never reply to that last sms. Buahahahahha!! Actually i was quite angry for him not trusting me that i will not spend his money when he requested me to trust him that he will not ever find other woman. See.. guys.. wanted people to trust them and they refuse to trust people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been bugging dear to bring me to Ah Mei concert since we did not manage to go last year and i heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good feedback on that concert. I was quite unhappy because he procrestinated until now and my good seats are gone.... Probably he did that on purpose to make sure he can save $40 on the not so good seats. hmm.... Nevertheless, dear had finally agreed to bring me to this concert and I am so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... But some how.. 4th Oct is still not a good date i think. Its a date which i kinda hate/dislike/detest or watever hate words anyone can come out with. Why Ah Mei wana have a concert at such unlucky date? Maybe that's the date which only I personally hate. Honestly speaking, I still hate the person celebrating birthday at this particular date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4271698369975556692?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4271698369975556692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4271698369975556692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4271698369975556692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4271698369975556692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-mei-concert.html' title='A* Ah Mei Concert'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6660006259022645787</id><published>2008-08-26T11:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:18:20.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I should have blogged about this like last week when i was back in Singapore since this happened on 8/8/08, the day we left Singapore for OZ. The below will show you what had happened that day while dear was sending me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLNyxD-H5gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OGonI7KhYPY/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238656978767046146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLNyxD-H5gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OGonI7KhYPY/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the cardboard in front of the car? Dear and I was travelling happily back from AH to my house after dental appointment. We were lucky that day as dear got a lucky lot from this BMW and the person gave him his parking coupon since it is still usable for the next 30-45 mins. Ok.. I shall not digress much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our way back, Just when we filtered out to AYE, a Taxi actually managed to sweep this cardboard up from the road and being as lucky as we are, you know where the cardboard landed. Ya.. right in front of dear's car. He tried to shake it off but the only solution was to stop the car and it will drop. There was this uncle from a passing by van who was kind enough to signal to dear about the thing hanging in front of his car. Ya... unless we are blind, we knew that the cardboard was happily hanging on to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had attracted so much attention, i suggested dear to stop at the road shoulder to get rid of the cardboard before we continue to attract more people. Dear finally managed to stop by the shoulder before we exited and as expected, the cardboard detached itself from the vehicle as soon as dear drastically reduced his speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So always remember not to drop your thing on the road as you may not know what kinda danger it will cause to the other road users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of OZ trip will be coming up soon... I am still getting dear to load the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6660006259022645787?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6660006259022645787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6660006259022645787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6660006259022645787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6660006259022645787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SLNyxD-H5gI/AAAAAAAAAUc/OGonI7KhYPY/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4664114218521763907</id><published>2008-08-22T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:38:07.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the storm</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do in office and that triggered me to blog again. Our storm is over and now there's rainbow &lt;em&gt;(at least that's what i think)&lt;/em&gt;. We originally planned for movie on Thursday and we eventually went for it yeterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear can sense that i was still upset and he did his best at least to make me less upset. Well, i can say that he had his way to make me smile and less upset with him. I gotta say that he is less petty than me so usually i will be the one hanging on to the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean that i had fully forgiven him. He knew that once he spouted his words, i will remember it for life. So for those hurting things which he had said, he knew that one day it will all return to him and then he will complain that he always lose in the argument because i remember everything! Buahahahaha!! Lets see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4664114218521763907?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4664114218521763907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4664114218521763907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4664114218521763907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4664114218521763907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-storm.html' title='After the storm'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5110660321078648790</id><published>2008-08-21T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:06:29.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flames</title><content type='html'>We had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fight yesterday night. He thinks that i always threaten him. I think that he don't care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does being lovey dovey have age limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very much disapppointed by what he said yesterday but we still ended the fight in peace. Its a circle. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fight will always come after a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; peace. If you can do things 10 years ago, why can't you do it 10 years later? Do you think you are being fair to me? So do i blame time for bringing us together 10 or 12 years later and the kinda activity we share now had to be a totally different thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am young and you are old. That's the reason you gave me and wanted me to understand the kinda life old man live. Romance is not the most important thing to you now when it used to be. You said that though romance is not the most important, it doesn't mean that you don't care about me and i am not unimportant. Isn't this contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said we don't need to go out everyday and now we don't meet everyday. You said we don't have to sms or call everyday of which i totally disagree. As i had said yesterday, this can be done, if i see that you are not talking to your friend everyday. As far as i know, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; call you and sms you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And as far as i know, you had been meeting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; every night for coffee since we returned from our trip. Yesh, you have no complains when it comes to meeting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or communicating with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyday. So are you being fair to me? Because i disagree of not communicating everyday because you are doing that with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you changed to &lt;em&gt;its ok if I was the one who initiated the communication&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/strong&gt; its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who initiated the communication as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;FINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU MAKE SURE I DONT CATCH YOU TALKING/SMSING/MSN-ING WITH YOUR FRIEND EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to say only &lt;strong&gt;WEEKENDS&lt;/strong&gt;? As far as i know, your phone will not stop ringing from after lunch during weekend. How i know? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;BECAUSE I WAS BESIDE YOU ALL ALONG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about almost every night when i call for a short chat with you to end my day? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALMOST EVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night your answer to my first question is KPT! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK FINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You dont wanna see me every night and you wana see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; almost every night. That's your life. I dont wana alter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know am i one of the chapter in your book or only an index. Since you said i am one of the chapter, i shall make do with it. You dont understand why i still cant trust after 1 year. If trust is easily build, it will be even easier to crash it. Take for example on the one we knew who was married for bloody 13 years and divorced because her husband (40+ year old) had an affair with his colleague who was bloody 1 year younger than me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanted to say the nationality of the 3rd party but decided to drop it because it will cause alot of argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;She trusted him for bloody more than 13 years and married him at the age of 21! Sacrificed her career and took care of his kids for so many years before she came into work force again!&lt;/strong&gt; Look what she gained in the end after a training at AG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YOU ARE BLOODY TALKING TO ME ABOUT TRUST OF A YEAR RELATIONSHIP?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN! &lt;strong&gt;I can give you the benefit of doubt!&lt;/strong&gt; You said i mis-used my words and should just tell you that i am upset and needed your company. &lt;strong&gt;You said i should stop using I AM NOT YOUR PRIORITY. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, you said it that romance is indeed NOT YOUR PRIORITY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, we had made peace and i just wanted to grumble... Still feeling a little sore because of some hurting words. Dear won't read this blog as well so just let me vent my anger....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5110660321078648790?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5110660321078648790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5110660321078648790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5110660321078648790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5110660321078648790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/flames.html' title='Flames'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2643357855534556333</id><published>2008-08-20T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:38:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elated!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so so so happy!!!!!! Brought the gloomy mood to work this morning as usual and when i saw one of this message from Joanna, i gave her a call immediately! Guess what?! I received a great news from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can't divulge much now. BUT I am so so so so happy for her can! Can't wait.. can't wait to see her. WOAH!!!!! I am happy! I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2643357855534556333?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2643357855534556333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2643357855534556333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2643357855534556333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2643357855534556333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/elated.html' title='Elated!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8305411623692162424</id><published>2008-08-18T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:20:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK with (procrestinating) ACTIONS!</title><content type='html'>Hey people! I AM BACK!! I have lotza photos to upload! Most of them are in dear's camera though... BUT!! I still have photos to upload! And they are still in my camera. Buahahhahaha!!! Ok... I thought i should update my blogs in case my excitement gained from the trip was drained before any other thingy... Buahahhahaa!!! Ok.. I am losing my mind and connecting wrong wires in my brain and i am talking craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad news: I left my BIG BIG packet (which consisted of 4 packets of Tolberon chocolates) at Sydney Airport. Nothing surprising right? That was so typical of me... and in it consist of the hand cream which i finaly managed to get for Joanna. Sorry babe... I can show you the receipt to prove that i did buy it.. *cry* Dear was not surprise at all because that was so Gina to him. Ya.. the sotong who doesn't like to eat sotong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my blur incident. Let me blog the conversation with Ethyl before it fade out in my limited brain space. Here's what we had converse yesterday morning and night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Hello Ethyl! You want to come po po house?&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: Don't want!&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Why?! I miss you lei... you don't miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: I want to go and eat McDonalds. Later I going Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Oh~ if you don't come po po house i will give your presents to jiu jiu.&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Gina: If you don't come, means that you don't want your present so i give jiu jiu lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: What present? You really got presents?&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Yes. So you want to come?&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: Ok... You really got presents arh?&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: Ok.. i come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahaa!! What a practical kid.... *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at my place while i was packing her pressies to let her go home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Why you take gong gong's parrot?&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: He don't want ma!&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Did you ask him if you can take it?&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: He don't want then i take lor!&lt;br /&gt;Gina: No~ You have to ask. This is gong gong's parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl ran away and returned with the parrot to seek daddy's approval on her ownership to the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: ok.. he said he don't want.&lt;br /&gt;Gina: but did you ask him if you can have it? (we all knew that its implied in daddy'd meaning that he will give it to her)&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: Haiyo~ no need la... He said i can take.&lt;br /&gt;Gina: Woah! you got so many toys already. do you want to give the parrot to Lleroy? See... you have water bottle, cup, kangeroo and purple elephant.&lt;br /&gt;Ethyl: erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much persuasion from Jie Jie, Ethyl darling finally gave the parrot to Lleroy pig pig... Buahahaha!! What a generous kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8305411623692162424?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8305411623692162424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8305411623692162424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8305411623692162424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8305411623692162424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-with-procrestinating-actions.html' title='BACK with (procrestinating) ACTIONS!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5201248365903986551</id><published>2008-08-08T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:13:51.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cya!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Goodbye people! Leaving today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5201248365903986551?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5201248365903986551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5201248365903986551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5201248365903986551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5201248365903986551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/cya.html' title='Cya!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-222242283546580592</id><published>2008-08-07T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:23:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh~ What a cute little girl...</title><content type='html'>I was happily packing my luggage and trying hard to recall what i had not packed when Ethyl came into my room to kaypo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Xiao yi... What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;G: Packing lor.&lt;br /&gt;E: Packing? Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;G: I'm going to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;E: Going to Australia? I also going you know? Why you never ask me (whether) you can go? You cannot go! Because you never ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came across my mind.. When did Ethyl, my 3+ more months to 4 years old niece became my mum. I did not even ask mummy when i booked and confirmed my tickets. Well, 10 minutes later while i was still packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Xiao yi... Why your bag so big? Why you want to bring so many things?&lt;br /&gt;G: Where got so many? The luggage is only half filled.&lt;br /&gt;E: Then why you need such a big bag?&lt;br /&gt;G: So that i can buy more things for you lor.&lt;br /&gt;E: Buy more things for me? You going Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;fainted&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that happened yesterday evening while i was on my way home. That was quite a sad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Gal... Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;G: Opposite KK hospital. Why?&lt;br /&gt;F: Eh.. XY (my cousin) is in hospital leh. She got high fever and now her head got alot of things and mummy said was critical. Possible brain infection.&lt;br /&gt;G: Woah! so serious?!&lt;br /&gt;F: But i saw her online this afternoon leh.&lt;br /&gt;G: HUH?! So sick still can online?&lt;br /&gt;F: Not sure if mummy heard correctly. Don't know is it XY or SY. (well, XY is older sister while SY is younger brother)&lt;br /&gt;G: Oh.. then better ask mummy to check.&lt;br /&gt;F: Ya lor.. She asked me to go home now. Are you on your way home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;fainted&lt;/em&gt; as well. Both mother and daughter are equally forgetful. If i am not on my way home then why would i be opposite KK hospital?! Hope my cousin is recovering now. It turns out that its SY who was sick after MDs went to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cute incident to end the day. While having dinner sis and mummy were talking about my cousin in hospital. I don't quite remember the whole thing and thats part of it. Sis was narrating what she had told one of my aunty about my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: And i said, mummy said that her head got alot of things and the fever is not going down. There might be a possibility of virus infection in brain.&lt;br /&gt;M: Not i said hor... Doctor was the one who said it (about the virus infection)!&lt;br /&gt;F: I heard from you not the doctor ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is getting humorous and mummy is getting cleverer. This is the second time i heard about her "wise" words. Buahahhahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-222242283546580592?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/222242283546580592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=222242283546580592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/222242283546580592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/222242283546580592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-what-cute-little-girl.html' title='Oh~ What a cute little girl...'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7893107972319960311</id><published>2008-08-05T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:46:23.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meals</title><content type='html'>We were casually discussing our itinery when dear was summing up all the meals we are gonna have at OZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Are we having any meals at Blue Mountain?&lt;br /&gt;G: I will be cooking.&lt;br /&gt;K: Cooking? That means got breakfast la...&lt;br /&gt;G: ya... the provision and i will have to wake up early and cook.&lt;br /&gt;K: Ok.. then one meal is settled there. What about GC?&lt;br /&gt;G: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;K: Sydney leh?&lt;br /&gt;G: Nope. We staying in apartment not hotel.&lt;br /&gt;K: Wa lao.. then we have so many meals to eat! 7 days x 3 meals = 24 meals and i have to include you will be = 48 meals. If i spend 10 bucks per meal it will cost me AUD480!!&lt;br /&gt;G: We can buy Uncle Toby's for breakie and that will save alot.&lt;br /&gt;K: Good idea... but i eat Chewy not Uncle Toby's. Too expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. Find cheaper versioln of food also wanna chose..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7893107972319960311?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7893107972319960311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7893107972319960311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7893107972319960311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7893107972319960311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/meals.html' title='Meals'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8066720718279569106</id><published>2008-08-04T09:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:07:40.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yippee!! Its drawing nearer and nearer to my holidays!! Flying off on Friday night! Gotta check in the airport at around 1900hr. I had applied half day on Friday to go for my dental appointment and to get myself prepared for the flight in the evening. Wow.. so fast.. it seems like yesterday that we booked the tickets and now we are all ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both dear and i had been kinda lazy as the trip draws nearer. Dear was just back last Saturday noon from Penang and our day was fully packed with activities. Since we were not able to get the luggage last last week due to his last minute scheduled flight, we decided to get it the day he returned. Well, very unfortunately for us, the GSS was over and the luggage i wanted had just jerked up the price to hmm... SGD$287!! I was very unhappy and gave dear my sucky attitude for quite a while. Poor him.. Gotta coax me along Chinatown until his patience ran out. Maybe my late grandparents and god-father like him. Buahhahahaha!! WHY?! Ok.. i already told him that the moment he returned, we gotta "&lt;em&gt;bai bai&lt;/em&gt;" my late grandparents and my god-father, which we eventually did before we went Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear wanted to find this Singapore Pools shop which is considered big and spacious but we couldn't recall where it was. We went there once with Mummy, my sisters and BILs. It was only when dear was very unhappy with my attitude that i said lets go to Chinatown centre to take a look and the Singapore Pools shop is there. After dear bought his 4D, we realised that that was the place where we can get cheap luggage. So we decided to hunt around for my luggage. Well, as long as i am in love woth something, the stubborn me will not give up my choice at any weird circumstances. The same principle applies to the humans i love. Buahhahaha!! The uncle in the first shop we went into tried to dissuade me to buy my dream luggage and introduced me at another one which cost SGD$190. I wasn't quite satisfied with the choice and something in me prompted me to asked if they know of any shop which sell that brand. The aunty from the 1st shop was very nice to direct us to the shop at the corner which carried the brand and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TADA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the shop! Buahahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aunty and Uncle were unpacking all their new stocks when we went over. After looking around for the same brand but other shapes and designs, i decided that i will still take my original liking. Buahahahhaa!! And so.... here goes my luggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmjsCPfPI/AAAAAAAAATI/FipyMN3dtaI/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230480780539428082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmjsCPfPI/AAAAAAAAATI/FipyMN3dtaI/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MMS-ed carrot the pixy and she think that it looked quite small. Hmm.. Its actually the angle I took the photo. Its a 29 inch luggage and spacious inside. Supposed to be durable and i will know it after i used it. Buahhahahah!! Oh! Did i mentioned i got a luggage belt form the same shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red box actually cost SGD$287 and the generous uncle overwrited the aunty and gave me a 30% discount which was only SGD$190!!!!! Aunty only gave me 20% discount. Buahahhaha!! Dear also managed to find his luggage there and the kiam siap aunty gave him a SGD$2 discount. Yesh a 2 bucks discount and dear wanted me to do the job of slashing the price. And in the end, i managed to get the luggage at SGD$75. The orginal price of his box was SGD$79 --&gt; SGD$77 --&gt; SGD$75. Dear was so disappointed by my final price and he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will never be an aunty because you are seriously bad at slashing price&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Yeah.. He shoudl know that this is not my forte because when we were at Phuket, some other ex-colleagues slashed the price for my shopping instead of me doing it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets end my Saturday because we proceed with other normal dating activites after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my meaningful day, I went to be a volunteer again!! Yeah.. its like my forth or fifth time doing this, so its again. Buahahhaha!! Like what Joanna had said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the only person who will always be on for such kinda thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Buahahahha!! Ya.. it was the previous time when we went for our hm.. 2nd small scale distribution when she said that to me. Mummy knew that i had enjoyed the volunteery work and had kinda influenced my family in this. Ya.. and i did not mentioned that i always have bodyache after doing it. Yesh, and this explained my title for this entry. I am feeling pain from shoulder to thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mission was a medium scale thingy. Well, comparing to the real BIG scale we had few months back, yesterday was truely a medium scale one. I reached the packing destination at 0615hr and started packing until 0745hr. This was considered fast becaused we packed a total of 400bags. It started with a little mess but well, we learnt from there and the organizer was quick to crash the mess and grouped us into little small groups to check and pack in a neater manner. It sure proved that the decision was right as we finished packing fast after distributing ourselves into small groups. Well, lets look at the pixy for the finished 400 bags of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmkJ_XBoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AkfGjpj15Vg/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230480788580402818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmkJ_XBoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/AkfGjpj15Vg/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmk16uboI/AAAAAAAAATY/25BtQLXUvYk/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230480800372125314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmk16uboI/AAAAAAAAATY/25BtQLXUvYk/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. don't expect me to capture all 400 bags ok... they took up alot of spaces and the pillars made it difficult to take all at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We distributed the bags at North Bridge Road this time. Seperating the groups to 3 main blocks, we finished the distribution in about 1.5 hours! That was considered fast ok... Can you imagine walking around a bag which weighed approximately 4-5KG? Its just like walking around with a pack of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmlW7t-oI/AAAAAAAAATg/7bpMFzyxh78/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230480809234659970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmlW7t-oI/AAAAAAAAATg/7bpMFzyxh78/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh.. even though i am feeling the pain all over me now, i am still very very satsfied with the completed mission this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8066720718279569106?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8066720718279569106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8066720718279569106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8066720718279569106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8066720718279569106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/pain.html' title='PAIN!!!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJZmjsCPfPI/AAAAAAAAATI/FipyMN3dtaI/s72-c/DSC00182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8698073249135577650</id><published>2008-08-01T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:43:01.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>I am running out of title for my entry. I wanna enter somthing in my Jurassic page but forget what was it that came across my mind when i started to pen things down. Probably i should start with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJKruuFxuiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ikKRa2Qxje4/s1600-h/the-mummy-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229430936465160738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJKruuFxuiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ikKRa2Qxje4/s320/the-mummy-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear is not around and i went for my company's The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor premier yesterday evening. Over all, it wasn't that good. Any one who had not watched this, you can wait for the DVD. Just rent it. Not worth watching in Cinema. So it was quite lucky to watch it for free. Buahahahhaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that my teeth already went down? Ya.. The teeth on the left already aligned while the other still popped up a little. Thinking of my teeth really drives me crazy I hope the whole treatment will pass soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another yeah thing to mention is that i am in love with Petroleum Jelly from Vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJKtsXxIA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/pTn9Tx0rHPw/s1600-h/ISDE120-2753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229433095136478130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJKtsXxIA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/pTn9Tx0rHPw/s320/ISDE120-2753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So happy!! This is a miracle moisturizer ok.. I suggest all females who are sick of dry hands due to aircon in office can use this. I use this on my lips! I have sensitive lips and often dry due to my house and office aircon. After applying Vaseline for 2 days, BOOM! My lips don't peel any more. I am applying on my joints as well. These are the dry areas of a normal body part. Buahahaha!! Highly recommend this thing! Seriously on hydrating madness now because i should preserve my skin (not only the face) at young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the new found love and the movie yesterday night, i really miss dear so much. Really feel like hugging him. I am seriously bored by my boring job. Yesterday was a little busy because of the shipment issue. Today, it is really difficult to pass because of a boring day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8698073249135577650?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8698073249135577650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8698073249135577650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8698073249135577650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8698073249135577650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SJKruuFxuiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ikKRa2Qxje4/s72-c/the-mummy-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3259368976063044618</id><published>2008-07-28T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:09:48.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In Secondary School, there used to be this book which teacher would force us to write about our stuff in it. There will be no title and subject given. We would have to write in the book every weekend and submit it on Monday. I don't used to understand what we could write or what we should write. Now... if given the book, it will be painted with the colors of my life. It will definately had turned into this website which i had jotted down every itsy bitsy gritty little thingy that had happened for the past few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh.. I am too bored in office and i am turning crazy just thinking of dear. He is the best thing that had ever happened to me (other than my friends and my family). Its time i list down his good just in case i forgot about it.. Buahahahah! No.. I know i will never forget it.. because his good will never end..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You gave in to my childishness most of the time, even when you acted like you don't care, you had already given in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You miss me when we are far apart. It was reveal when you said that i was wrong by saying i miss you more than you miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You don't get angry with me for long even when i am still angry with you, you will still apologise to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You gave me your ipod touch to keep me entertained because you know i will be bored even when i forgot to bring you the PSP and you will have no entertainment at boring land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You let me decide on our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You don't give in to my request easily because i am already a spoiled girl and you don't want me to be rotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You will stay by my side when i am sick and take care of me even when you are equally sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You drive me around when i am lazy to take public transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You gave me your bed when you take the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You never fail to give me the entertainment i requested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The greatest thing that you had ever done was.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now pronounce myself turning crazy from thinking of dear too much.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SI2K7SXFgFI/AAAAAAAAASw/IsKU7Ez72qA/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227987493592596562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SI2K7SXFgFI/AAAAAAAAASw/IsKU7Ez72qA/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forced to take this photo by me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3259368976063044618?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3259368976063044618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3259368976063044618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3259368976063044618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3259368976063044618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SI2K7SXFgFI/AAAAAAAAASw/IsKU7Ez72qA/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6282323021099839538</id><published>2008-07-28T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:08:51.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends and To-do list</title><content type='html'>Boo! I am back from my not-so-enjoyable weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1 for a not-so-enjoyable weekend: I was rushing something on Saturday and almost spark off a quarrel with dear by almost cancelling our date and the last minute Eason concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2 for a not-so-enjoyable weekend: Couldn't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3 for a not-so-enjoyable weekend: Dear flew to Kulim yesterday evening and i almost cried again when i reached home because i started to miss him the moment he stepped pass the departure doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Shall rewind and go back to Friday. Last Friday was a rare gathering with my colleagues. My not-so-new company is a SUPER BORING place as all of you who read my blog will know. Well, my dear friends who don't read my blog will know as well because i will always complain during gathering. Buahhahahah! So whatz so rare?! I went for dinner and clubbed till 0230hr with my colleagues! Can you believe it???!!! UNBELIEVABLE can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the first reason for my not enough sleep on Saturday. Brother Bear had to reach my house at about 1200hr so i gotta wakie before 1100hr to eat, bathe and do housework. Damn.. Seated on the bloody floor and rushed the thing until bout 1630hr dear called and said that there's free tix to Eason concert. I wanted to cancel it but since he will be flying off on Sunday and he sounded angry over the phone, brother bear asked me to go ahead while he stayed at my place to complete the stuff. Hmm.. let me keep a little secret to what that will be. Even though dear don't read this blog but i wanted to keep it a secret. It will only be revealed when the time comes. Buahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was AWESOME!! The high really came in the encore and even when i am not a fan of his, i really admire his vocal. He is more than what awesome can define. Buahahhaha!! So after the concert, the hungry people (dear, me and his friends) went to QS mummy place for dinner. I gotta say, dear's friends were such poor thing because i wanted to go QS mummy palce instead of having frog porriadge. I can't eat that due to some religious restrictions and his friends were considerate enough to accomodate the youngest request. Buahahhahah!! I really gotta say QS mummy's food was another AWESOME stuff. Buahahhaha!! I wasn't very hungry but the food were really super nice can! So after food, the time was about 0100hr and even though i was drained and dear was having headache, we went to Mustafa to "get" luggage. Well, that was "get" because we did not buy any. Buahahahaha!! Dear insisted that i get the luggage some where else since Musafa did not have the color i wanted and mine was quite expensive. That was the reason why both of us did not get anything in the end and that ended our day with a late night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to wake up at about 1100hr the next day and i shall not mentioned what woke me up. Fine, its dear's phone and that irritating ah beng ringtone that disturbed my sleep. After the call i could not really get into a longer sleep because my body was trained not to sleep too late since young by my beloved mummy. Buahahahaha!! As usual, i woke up, slided down to the floor and wake dear up because he can have the bed after i had used it. Buaahhahahahah!! Watched some of the shows while dear continued to sleep and after bout 2 hours, its time for him to wakie because i was hungry. Well, there's nothing much to continue because after all the "nua-ing" it will be time to get to airport. ARGH!! I am seriously missing my old man now! Somebody save me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I will end my weekends updates now and continue with the to-do list before the OZ trip next Friday! Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wax underarms, chest and stomach&lt;br /&gt;2) Mummy premiere on Thursday (maybe not for dear's sake)&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy Luggage on Saturday after dear return&lt;br /&gt;4) Go bai bai Grannies and Godfather for the ghost month&lt;br /&gt;5) Packing for the volunteering thingy and i can't join them this time because of the trip&lt;br /&gt;6) Brazillian waxing on next Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;7) Manicure and Pedicure on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;8) Dental appontment on Friday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;9) OZ HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I am quite busy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6282323021099839538?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6282323021099839538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6282323021099839538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6282323021099839538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6282323021099839538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekends-and-to-do-list.html' title='Weekends and To-do list'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-401060393817071421</id><published>2008-07-25T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:15:10.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Buahhaha!! I just return to office from lunch and was happy about it! Guess what?! I was asked am i a student in the ITE when i went to get rice and drinks! Buahahahahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. I went to my favourite malay stall at ITE Simei and get my routine meal. When i was all ready to pay and was shocked by the price Aunty was charging me (dirt cheap can!), aunty asked me "now school finish already arh? Student here?" I was too shocked to react well enough and i just paid and left. After my meal, i went to get drinks and same here, when i was ready to pay, usually aunty will ask am i a staff but today she asked am i a student! OMG!! Buahahahha!! So happy can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was all dressed up, with contact lenses and make up. I think i look quite old the way i dressed but i was wrong! Very wrong! I am so happy happy HAPPY now! yeah!!! Why don't you tell me do i look like a kid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SIlvOhgp98I/AAAAAAAAASo/5E1leYALxDI/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226831137844361154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SIlvOhgp98I/AAAAAAAAASo/5E1leYALxDI/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-401060393817071421?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/401060393817071421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=401060393817071421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/401060393817071421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/401060393817071421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/student.html' title='Student?!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SIlvOhgp98I/AAAAAAAAASo/5E1leYALxDI/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1742190898668845097</id><published>2008-07-24T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:13:58.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder storm</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was kinda cold because it rained in the morning and so was my mood. I had been quite moody and mood swing had been getting on me due to the flu or possible PMS. Dear and i had been close and very close to each other since whenever until yesterday the heavy clouds came above us. It started as a very normal day when i went to work in the heavy rain, called him during lunch and set a dinner date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 1 hour after lunch, dear called and wanted to cancel the dinner. For a simple reason that his friend had a problem and needed him. I couldn't give in to this request and was angry over it. Well, he gave in and wanted to meet me but i rejetced him time and again. When i was happy enough to entertain him, his mood came and the storm began. When was the last time we had such serious quarrel? I could not remember.. It was about 1700hr when the storm started. I called him at about 1725hr to confront him with my anger which the call lasted slightly longer then 33 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh tones, angry words flew all over our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm is over now.... I need to cool down and think if it is worth quarrelling over such tiny issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1742190898668845097?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1742190898668845097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1742190898668845097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1742190898668845097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1742190898668845097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/thunder-storm.html' title='Thunder storm'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6402251016375990550</id><published>2008-07-21T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:05:51.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First movie</title><content type='html'>Something must be very wrong in me recently. It had been about 2-3 weeks since i tried to recalled what's our first movie. I couldn't quite remember when we first went out. The only impression i had was it gotta be before my Austria trip. Buaahhaaha!! Why?! Because i realized that i actually felt something for dear. Buaahhahaha!! That was when i knew that this man was someone i either get to be very good friend with or would be my next relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been asking dear what's our first movie recently because i don't seem to recall what we had watched. I couldn't even recall the genre of the movie and the same thing goes to dear. Well, probably both of us didn't even know that we will be stuck together which caused all the problem recalling the first "date". I can remember where he parked his car and where we watched the movie the only thing i couldn't get was the SHOW! It was only last week i could recall that it was a J-horror which we had watched, so, i went to search the movie tickets. After bout half an hour of digging, i still COULDN'T find the movie tickets! *fainted* I tried looking by dates but i got confused on when's exactly the date. Buahahhaa!! I knew James Bond wasn't our first movie and the most frustrating thing was that due to the size of the movie tickets, some movie could not have the full name on it. WORST thing was the wordings on the movie tickets faded after a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i can do was to google the movie from last week. Well, i gotta admit that i am a search gig. Buahahahahaha!! No wonder i always find all sorts of information and rubbish which dear was quite puzzled why his blur cow can be so resourceful. Buahahhaha!! I search outside wikipedia ok... I use google as well... Buahhahaa!!! Usually i am good at looking for information because of the different methods of searching which i learnt from Poly. And today, after burning so much of my brain cells, i found the SHOW!!!!!!! Buahahaha!! I gotta refer to the movie ticket for our "first date" but at least i was able to find the title of the movie can. Dear couldn't recall what movie was that as well. Buaahhahaha!! But i gotta thank him for making a comment after the movie which i can clearly remember until now and realized that that's our first date. And what show was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... after much thoughts, the timid me decided not to post the picture. You people can google Haunted Apartments by Akio Yoshida (director name).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6402251016375990550?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6402251016375990550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6402251016375990550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6402251016375990550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6402251016375990550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-movie.html' title='First movie'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8036943303631318424</id><published>2008-07-18T10:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:33:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bow</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I was recently stuck to this song and really love it alot! Had any one been betrayed and their partner cheated on them before? It reads right into an angry woman mind. Err... No.. dear didn't cheat on me. Even if he really does that *touch wood*, he knew that if i find out before he confess, it will turn real ugly. We gotta thank the man who cheated previously and left me so difficult to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this.. Rihanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Take a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How bout a round of applause?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Standin' ovation.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oohhhh... yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You look so dumb right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Standin' outside my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tryin' to apologize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're so ugly when you cry(Please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just cut it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You really had me goin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Curtains finally closin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was quite a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very entertainin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's over now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grab your clothes and get gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(You better hurry up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before the sprinklers come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talkin' bout "Girl, I love you you're the one..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This just looks like a re-run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Please)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What else is on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You really had me goin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Curtains finally closin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was quite a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very entertainin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's over now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohhhhhh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the award for the best liar goes to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For makin' me believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That you could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Faithful to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's hear your speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How bout a round of applause?{laugh}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Standin' ovation.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You really had me goin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now it's time to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Curtains finally closin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was quite a show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very entertaining' eyeahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's over now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it's over now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8036943303631318424?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8036943303631318424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8036943303631318424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8036943303631318424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8036943303631318424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-bow.html' title='Take a bow'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5329729377269876473</id><published>2008-07-17T15:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:21:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>Actually wanted to blog just now but i forgot that i had not brushed my teeth so here comes the late blog. Buahaha!! I had been bugging dear to let me buy a new bag because my bags had spoiled and i seriously needed a new one to replace it. During the shopping trip on Tuesday, i had already aimed and made up my mind to get the Aldo bag which costs &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$75&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (much to dear's surprise on the expensive price) but dear wanted me to think twice or probably thrice before i get that. So i finally decided to get the bag but from a different Aldo, this time, the Vivo outlet (the previous outlet we went was at Suntec).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess god was helping me all these while after i went budget. I could not get the bag from Aldo Vivo because they don't have it there! In the end, i decided to go to the safest shop where i know i will definately find a bag which is~~~ Mphosis! Yippee!! I got a plain, black bag which i really like it alot and its cheaper! Well, due to the extreme character, i either get myself extreme plain stuff or i get myself super complicated stuff. Reason for liking the bag was because its big enough to contain all my rubbish. Whatz my weekday rubbish? Ok.. here i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA DA~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74g-DDMLI/AAAAAAAAASI/gXYgpoJ4ImU/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885863091646642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74g-DDMLI/AAAAAAAAASI/gXYgpoJ4ImU/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recount my rubbish starting from my watie bottie (water bottle):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink Nike watie botie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart warming froggy umberlla with double UV protection (mummy gave her expensive umbrella to me after i was caught in a damn bloody heavy rain aft work)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handphone ear piece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EZ link card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ipod Shuffle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banana Boat Aloe Vera with Vit E Sunscreen Lip Balm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Disney thingy you see there is actually some cutesy stickers with my names on it in case i need it any time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Name Card holder for business cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean &amp;amp; Clear blotter which i seldom use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 different kind of mint sweets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handphone pouch represents my W960i because i need it to take photo in office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wooden brush from Body Shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, my big bunch of keys with moo moo key chain and POSB ibanking thingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tooth brush kit which are all contain in the small pouch &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black card holder for all the membership cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PSP with the dangling CJ7 toy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Gucci wallet which i bought it about 2 years ago at Vienna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW!! So many itsy bitsy thingy! And so whatz my new baggie like?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA DA~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74hV8uJBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aDzFgPciLxg/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885869507552274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74hV8uJBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aDzFgPciLxg/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing but &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL&lt;/strong&gt;.... BUAHAHHAHAHA!!!! Oh.. The pink ribbon was actually my contribution or creativity. I think it will be quite boring to have 3 rings running about the handle and i actually ties them up using a nice ribbon i can find at home. And if you do notice, most of my things are actually in my favourite color GREEN!!! That includes the PSP in the plastic cover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, the stuff and my new baggie.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74hzWq9RI/AAAAAAAAASY/7bTaPNDE58s/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223885877401023762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74hzWq9RI/AAAAAAAAASY/7bTaPNDE58s/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple hur... Ya.. Sometimes its better to remain simple. If you do notice, i dont have makeup kit in my baggie! Ya.. I don't like to put on make up due to my laziness. Makeup kit will only be able to go out to street during occassion or special mood days. Oh ya! I just finished up my packet tissue so you can put that in as item number 18. Buahahhaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after shopping, dear and i headed to watch movie. What had we watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH7-uq8YOZI/AAAAAAAAASg/4DPEEbbzwlQ/s1600-h/hellboy2post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223892695551326610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH7-uq8YOZI/AAAAAAAAASg/4DPEEbbzwlQ/s320/hellboy2post.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh.. That's the show and i almost fell asleep while watching it. The action wasn't that fantastic though i must admit that the pictures or creatures looked quite awesome. In whole, this is a show worth watching weekdays. It will be a bit wasted to watch the DVDs because of certain scenes in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear think that i had improved in my spending habit which i had exhibited recently. He thinks thats good and hopefully i can continue with it. I'm working hard dear... so hang on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5329729377269876473?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5329729377269876473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5329729377269876473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5329729377269876473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5329729377269876473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SH74g-DDMLI/AAAAAAAAASI/gXYgpoJ4ImU/s72-c/DSC00173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3936939056255849173</id><published>2008-07-16T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:43:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 more days!</title><content type='html'>I was out yesterday! Yippee!! Hehehehehe... Well, you don't have to guess who went with me the answer will definately be dear. Buahahhaah! After the previous few times of black face and unhappiness due to him rushing me to finish my dinner so that we can catch our movie, dear had learnt to be a clever man! This time, there was no rushing and no movie. Usually Tuesday will be our movie day and since we had errands to run, dear suggested us to eat in peace and shop after that. What a perfect plan right? Yea... Definately.. BUT i spoiled the plan. I was suppose to get a bag to replace 2 spoiled bags and my old ailment returned yesterday. Everyone who knows me for long and well, knew that i had been having frequent backaches and yesterday, it got worse! I can hardly walk and my right knee could not support my weight. For these 2 nights, i woke up in the middle of the night in pain and this morning, i broke into cold sweat from the pain. WTH right? My air-con was like so cold and i was wet form my sweat. *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the pain, i was counting down to 25 days to OZ! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually suggested to dear that i wanted to get the luggage yesterday since both of us had nothign better to do but he rejected because his small housey does not have the place to store the luggage. So i suggested to get it next Saturday. So so so happy now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3936939056255849173?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3936939056255849173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3936939056255849173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3936939056255849173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3936939056255849173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/25-more-days.html' title='25 more days!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1312799673526759739</id><published>2008-07-14T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:42:56.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Yeah!! Another weekend had passed and its getting nearer to the Aussie trip. Nothing much had been done the last weekend because it was considered an important weekend and we were near to hell lot busy for dear's commencement on Sunday. Dear was such a sweetie when he came over to have lunch with me, Mummy and da jie. Ok.. He was suppose to meet me for lunch after he sent wafer to Chartered but Mummy and da jie heard our conversation and joked if they can follow. Since theres nothing much other then a meal, i brought all in the house that day out to BPP for lunch. Its &lt;strike&gt;Salmon&lt;/strike&gt; Braydon first time taking dear's car!! &lt;strike&gt;Salmon&lt;/strike&gt; Braydon was so cute to smile all the way from home to BPP!! Buahahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch since Mummy wanted to watch her 1430 show, we went home and dear and me had a nap while Mummy watched the show. I thought that there will be dinner from Mummy and in the end since mummy thought that i wuil be out for dinner, she didn't cook any. So sweet darling and my family ate the packed food from coffeeshop and after that we headed off to movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about movie... Ok.. did i blog bout my previous movie experience with Bear? I bought the correct ticket with the wrong time. And this time, i bought the correct time but wrong ticket. We could have watched the wrong movie but it will be dumb to watch Hancock twice. Dear said luckily i realised that the ticket was a wrong show soon after i got the tix instead of realising it while collecting the tix, just like the previous time. Otherwise his face will sure be very very black. And in the end, we managed to get quite good seats from Cathay Woodlands for this show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHq1z6mkl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/OiSezL6emT8/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686621398505314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHq1z6mkl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/OiSezL6emT8/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED CLIFF!!!!!!!!! Its damn nice can! I am not the Three Kingdom kinda person and dear jolly well know that its Takeshi and Tony Leung that had attracted me to this show. AND in the end, i fell in love with this show. It is not because of the 2 mains anymore and its the show itself that made me stayed in the theatre and refuse to leave! Its great! This show is worth a million times its cost to watch it. Definately worth to watch during weekends or watch it again and AGAIN!! Buahahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, dear came again for dinner as per my request because mummy was cooking super nice curry vege and char bee hoon. Which both are my favourite and &lt;strike&gt;Alien&lt;/strike&gt; Lleroy is coming!! Really missed his bur look so much! Buahahhaa!! And after dinner, i went to dear's place to stay over (as usual). It was so late by the time i finished my Underworld and fell asleep like a pig because i don't even know what time dear slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! On Sunday which was dear's commencement day! I set my alarm clock at 7am (half an hour earlier than my piggy because i need to put on make up etc.) but was awakened by Dear's mum. She was so spider about this day and wanted to wake dear up again and again. I can understand that because well, she had always wanted dear to finish his Masters and yesterday was the day she can witness her son fulfilling her wish proudly. I wasn't nagging or saying anything bout waking me up early but was narrating on what had happened only. Buahahah!! And so i willingly left the bed and continue to do my stuff at 0700hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was damn lucky can! I was videoing his batch going up the stage one by one when the Vcam batt flat at his turn! Buaahhahaa!! Damn funny!! It was so boring inside the hall and i could not play with the PSP. Almost fell asleep... I did heard someone snoring... Buahahhahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. No pixy for yesterday because all photos are in dear's cammy. Probably i will kop from him after he uploaded it ba.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1312799673526759739?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1312799673526759739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1312799673526759739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1312799673526759739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1312799673526759739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend_14.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHq1z6mkl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/OiSezL6emT8/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3554002058457779731</id><published>2008-07-09T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:40:52.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh.. yesterday was Tuesday again which was a movie day for me n dear. Dear and I always have a habit to meet on Tuesday and watch the latest show. Since we had already watched the latest show last weekend, we shall watch something else before Hellboy comes along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did we watch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHQqeZKsPdI/AAAAAAAAARw/MnpSJtHauZ8/s1600-h/thestrangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220844569669418450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHQqeZKsPdI/AAAAAAAAARw/MnpSJtHauZ8/s320/thestrangers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesh.. That's the show we watched and i wasn't watching half of it even when i knew the storyline all along. Buahaha!! This is a stupid and boring slasher thriller so if girls who don't really like bloody scenes, this is the show for you. There wasn't much blood spill around and hey took like 30mins for the mains to be caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story was inspired by true events which was during end of the 1960s when there was this horrible killing and burglarized rampage in America. On of the famous and i think the most horrible violent crime commited was the murder of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharon_Tate"&gt;Sharon Tate&lt;/a&gt;. You can read the story from the link by clicking the name. When i found this story online, i went "WTH!" in my heart (couldn't speak it out loud because i was reading it in office). She was 26 year old and 8.5 months preggy. It was onl 2 more weeks before the baby was due and the cold blooded killers did not relent to her pleas. And from Wikipedia, i read about the court case hearing and the killers who were at almost my age during the crime took place (Now if you calculate they are like old ah gong and ah ma already and some had died while some are dying)! Talking abou it really made my hair stand. Well, if anyone is interested in reading gruesome murder case, heres the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Manson"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Ya.. I am a Wiki madness now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. Back to the movie. I will not give it anything fantastic except for Liv Tyler. Well, the films i watched with Liv Tyler as lead were roles when she was smart and pretty. For this, it was more like a "scream" show when she keep screaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. let me end this entry with......... &lt;em&gt;The Strangers&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHQzEh48Z1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IBM-Lv1vue4/s1600-h/thestrangers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220854020938950482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHQzEh48Z1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/IBM-Lv1vue4/s320/thestrangers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3554002058457779731?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3554002058457779731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3554002058457779731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3554002058457779731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3554002058457779731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SHQqeZKsPdI/AAAAAAAAARw/MnpSJtHauZ8/s72-c/thestrangers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1873070065402748625</id><published>2008-07-07T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:50:35.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luggage</title><content type='html'>I had been thinking and was in dilemma to whether or not should i get myself a new luggage for the trip. Or rather, i just feel like buying the luggage. Buahaha!! Ok.. Few years ago when my sister wanted to go China, MDs got her a luggage which turns out to be a shared luggage for the whole family because i used that for my Europe trip and er jie used that for her vietnam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i fell in love with a Lojel luggage and insisted on getting one but Mummy said that there's no more room in the store room to contain my luggage since it was all filled up with Ethyl's toys. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear had been sweet (again) last week when i told him that my mouth rinse was finishing and hinted him to get it from Mustafa. Actually i did not really need to hint him la... Here's the conversation and you judge yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: dear where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear: Lavender. Coffee with Raymond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: dear... my mouth rinse finishing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear: oh.. later i go Mustafa and buy lor... I am near there now ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Thank you dear!! Hehehehe.. Later you going Mustafa you wana help me take a look at luggage? See if they will have the one i like and is cheaper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear: ok lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahahhahaha!!! So.. i did not force him to buy the mouth rinse. He bought that because he love me !! Buahahahahaha!! In the end, dear wanted to get a luggage there as well since he saw the one he like at Mustafa and he saw my luggage selling at a much cheaper price. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND!!!&lt;/span&gt; The color which he wanted to buy is actually this favourite color &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is also the color which i wana buy for my baggy as well!! See, we are always on the same track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted yesterday night (there's never like one night we don't chat) and decided to get the luggage this month end which is like few days or 1 week before our trip. Yeah!!! Can't wait to get my new luggage..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1873070065402748625?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1873070065402748625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1873070065402748625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1873070065402748625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1873070065402748625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/luggage.html' title='Luggage'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-3370633104126424854</id><published>2008-07-04T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:02:13.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>How do people usually spend weekend? Sometimes i really felt bored during weekend due to the lack of activities except for last weekend. Buahahaha!! Ok.. So for this weekend, dear and i decided to go on a "date". Ya.. What the heck right? We are always dating each other. But you know, after you started a relationship and things will usually change. Buaahhahaha!! Ok... When we started going out maybe about 2 years ago (?), we will dress up specially for dinner, movie, shopping and bla bla. But you know like, after almost entering the 1 year anniversary and after knowing each other for 2.5 years, we always go out not very well dressed now. I am alwys not a dressing up person unless i have the mood to. Not to say makeup as well because the process of removing it is very troublesome. Buaahhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatz on this weekend?! I will be going on a dress up date with dear and also with makeup on! Buahahaha!! Sometimes i feel that because we entered the relationship like 1.5 years after we know each other and before officially starting the relationship, our passion for each other had been like "half burnt" due to that drag. You know, just like you are playing those fighting games (my recent favourite is the Naruto game from my PSP), the life line of your character was beaten up and half gone? Ok.. let me continue with my topic, due to the long drag we had, our current relationship towards each other is still bond by the love but i some how think that we are behaving like couple who had been together for very long. Not that i am tired of him la.. Just that i think our interaction is more like a H&amp;amp;W relationship. Buahahhahahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i thinking too much??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. How many of you can actually fart (loudly), shit or even don't care about your morning breath even before 1 year in the relationship? Buahhaha!! Don't say that we are disgusting ok.. That's the way the 2 of us behave!! Ya.. i was still very concern whether dear see how i brush my teeth now because it really looked super ugly. It was during the Bintan trip, he came into the bathroom because he couldn't hold his shit anymore (buahahahahaha) and he saw my ugly sight. ya.. and i had to bear with that shitty smell while brushing my teeth. *fainted* We could literally chat with each other while doing our own business can.. While shitting, he can still asked if my brushing hurts. What a pig! Buahahhahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i forgot to mention that this big old pig actually farted in the room so many times and thats he kinda very damn bloody smelly farts?! Buahahhaha!! Ya.. this is a very gross blog. And i even tried to wake him up using my morning breath. Buahahahhaa!!! Ok.. now i am really super gross... Buahahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, these disgusting behaviour that we had was really gross. I don't used to do that previously to my previous relationships. ok.. i don't really stay over with them. But i won't even fart infront of them can?! Or say, I don't even wanna see them when i felt ugly. Buahahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with one of my ex-colleague the other day and she mentioned that we are a very cute couple (without knowing about our recent disgusting behaviour) and she think we are very matching. Guess whatz my reply? Buaahhahhaha!! Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;D: I think you and Ken are a very cute couple. .So when you distributing red bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not any near future.. he don't wana marry me..&lt;br /&gt;D: hahha!! out of so many couples i know i really think both of you are very cute.. Look at the picture, both of you are so matching..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Matching?! Don't want! I dont wana match him! See... he is botak.. I don't wana be botak!!&lt;br /&gt;D: Buahahahha!! you made me laugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. thats the conversation i had shared with my ex-colleague in MSN who is currently in India. Actually that's the usual style both me and dear will react (by stabbing at each other bad points) whne people compliment us. Buahahahahhahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-3370633104126424854?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/3370633104126424854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=3370633104126424854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3370633104126424854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/3370633104126424854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8731017254705819890</id><published>2008-07-01T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:16:46.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New found love</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, i am still attached to the old man and is still loving him more and more. Ok.. I will stop being mushy now. Buahahahaha!! My newly found love is non other than~~~~ the Banana Boat Aloe Vera with Vitamin E sunscreen lip balm!!!! Buahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been using Nivea lip balm for quite some time and as a loyal user, i seldom change my brand. What prompted me to do get the Banana Boat lip balm? Answer is actually very very simple, I went to Bintan last week and while purchasing the beers from Duty Free, i came across the sunscreen lip balm and decided to give it a try because Bintan have very toxic sun. Well, i meant toxic as very "powderful" sun which will really hurt every part of my skin including the lips. And realising that my lip skin is rather sensitive, i ought to protect them from the strong. So after i used it for the first time, i fell in lub with the "barley" or was it suppose to be aloe vera smell!! Well, the nivea which i am using now will turn my lips red because it is cherry flavor and Nivea is considered oily compared to Banana Boat. I am using this sunscreen lip balm now and decided to ditch the Nivea one since it is also finishing. Ok.. i know, my "xi xin yan jiu" habit is out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that the lip balm comes with SPF30?? Yesh it sure does! OMG! I sound like a promoter. Nevermind, i am bored and trying to pass my time. Buahahaha!! I have more to update on Bintan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8731017254705819890?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8731017254705819890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8731017254705819890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8731017254705819890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8731017254705819890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-found-love.html' title='New found love'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6977161503767061012</id><published>2008-06-29T14:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:06:51.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan!!</title><content type='html'>Yesh!! I am back!! Actually was back yesterday afternoon and did not blog until today. Heheh.. Ya.. Went to Bintan for a 3days 2 nights stay with my dear dear!!! Darling was sucha sweet guy when i suggested this sudden trip before our Aussie trip. Duration to Aussie is still like 40 days and i am still looking forward to that, especially after the Bintan trip. Can't wait to spend everyday with dear.. Buahahahhah!! Ok.. Shall not talk so much... Share some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when alcoholics come together, they will definately drink alot. And because i can foresee tha the alcohols at Bintan will be very very very expensive, i suggested to dear that we get the duty free bears which is like $18 for half a dozen. And so, heres our beer for BINTAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc0_jKYAvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xl9cqUjMmjc/s1600-h/DSCN0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217196959707169522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc0_jKYAvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xl9cqUjMmjc/s320/DSCN0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear came to pick me up at office in cab and we headed to TMFT together. After a long wait until all the passenger board the ferry, the woobily ferry finally moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1BmynrTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/x3SBCZWAN9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217196995041013042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1BmynrTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/x3SBCZWAN9Y/s320/DSCN0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, because i was too bored on the ferry, dear was forced to cam-whore with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1EPJ0g0I/AAAAAAAAARY/l3IUA5vbcco/s1600-h/DSCN0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217197040235479874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1EPJ0g0I/AAAAAAAAARY/l3IUA5vbcco/s320/DSCN0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1Ei1exhI/AAAAAAAAARg/w2TMXtCr_1k/s1600-h/DSCN0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after a long long journey of about 1.5 hours, we fnally reached our dream room. Not much of that dreamy. I was so unsatisfied with this first room! WHY?! Because this fcuking room is not the room which i had requested!! You see, i requested for a SEA VIEW ROOM and look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1E_HNyFI/AAAAAAAAARo/kK86cjKUPZA/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217197053109454930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc1E_HNyFI/AAAAAAAAARo/kK86cjKUPZA/s320/DSCN0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fcuking sea?! Its like garden all over ok.. Turn to my left, i see garden. Turn to my right, i see gardne again! WTF! So the angry and frustrated me, called to complained and requested to change my room. How can you ever have a sea view when itson the first floor???? You tell me! How?! How?! Where is the sea???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGczgyMg99I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CDv9xJf9bjA/s1600-h/DSCN0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217195331655104466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGczgyMg99I/AAAAAAAAAQg/CDv9xJf9bjA/s320/DSCN0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the hoo-ha, the recept was forced to give me a high level twin room and forcefully combined the bed together. The stupid housekeeping came like half an hour after we settled down and dear was asked to move the bed by a frustrated me. So TA DA! The bed was done by my &lt;strike&gt;fatty&lt;/strike&gt; muscle man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGczhWhbAZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wvl2sALlz7k/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217195341406470546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGczhWhbAZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wvl2sALlz7k/s320/DSCN0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this is the sea... Erm.. try to look harder ok.. you will be able to see them from far.. Cumon la.. High level is only 3rd floor can! So even if you have to dig out your eyes, look harder and you can see the sea. I was suppose to change the room on Friday after people check out but since we had settled nicely in that twin room, we continued to stay till we checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGczhhbuW7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/a5Cu2DFcXpY/s1600-h/DSCN0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217195344335362994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGczhhbuW7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/a5Cu2DFcXpY/s320/DSCN0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all the bad things about the start when i get into the room, well, also other than the dark toilet (i always hated dark small toilets), the blind was like the kind of nice wooden door. So when up close up the blind (on your left) its dar. And when you open upthe blind (on your right), its bright again. Dear had a hard time closing the l;eft door and due to my &lt;strike&gt;kayponess&lt;/strike&gt; helpfulness, he "giaped" his fingers twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcziH6vxxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FClBCapkkWU/s1600-h/DSCN0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217195354666026770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcziH6vxxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FClBCapkkWU/s320/DSCN0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, its time for the pool!! Dear wanted to sun tan while i was trying hard to hide fromt he sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcziWUx13I/AAAAAAAAARA/o7_INgAZXQU/s1600-h/DSCN0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217195358533310322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcziWUx13I/AAAAAAAAARA/o7_INgAZXQU/s320/DSCN0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we reach the pool, smile to the mirror in the lift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcylI-bm7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4QMrsktBhXg/s1600-h/DSCN0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217194306977897394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcylI-bm7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/4QMrsktBhXg/s320/DSCN0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say cheese to sun tan man! We reached the pool and dear started his sun tanning while i tried so hard to pass my time by stating at the sky. So boring.. Dear wanted me to bring the PSP but i refused so this was what i received from being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcylYXSTGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/K0DqDubDlio/s1600-h/DSCN0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217194311108676706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcylYXSTGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/K0DqDubDlio/s320/DSCN0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we went to the small small and i really mean small town for dinner. Look at the name of this restaurant. Food was salty and common. Same as the price in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcylil490I/AAAAAAAAAQI/5fXhEnu9NK4/s1600-h/DSCN0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217194313854285634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcylil490I/AAAAAAAAAQI/5fXhEnu9NK4/s320/DSCN0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without much night activity, we slept pretty early because dear wanted to watch Euro ZSemi Finals of Sain and Turkey. Well, Spain won that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonasia times was suppose to be 1 hour slower than SG time so i knew it that morning, but i did not mention to dear and here we are for breakie!!! Look at his awful nasi lemak face. Buahahaha!!! Ya.. The food wasn't that fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcyl-LHYUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RvY6LaRJixc/s1600-h/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217194321258176834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcyl-LHYUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RvY6LaRJixc/s320/DSCN0777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my awful coffee face. Its never great to start a day with awful coffee especially to a coffee lover like me. It will ruin your day if you drink awful coffee in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcymbaEoKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yHsxIqG9Tmw/s1600-h/DSCN0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217194329105539234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcymbaEoKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yHsxIqG9Tmw/s320/DSCN0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! There are BIG iguanas outside the restaurant!!! And they are in my favourite color!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxb3omu5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/C8pHSJcwU0k/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217193048192498578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxb3omu5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/C8pHSJcwU0k/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakie, we wanted to try out some sea activities. So we changed to our sexy wear and took the bus to Nirwan beach club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxcFhMnfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SYJevH0kSQk/s1600-h/DSCN0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217193051919523314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxcFhMnfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SYJevH0kSQk/s320/DSCN0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the beach, we notiec that it was near humanless. Look at the sand.. Its so nice... Probably done by some creaturein the sand ba. It looks flowery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxcQGx0-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/SeYUIaAGFE8/s1600-h/DSCN0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217193054761505762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxcQGx0-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/SeYUIaAGFE8/s320/DSCN0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am with the sea!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxc5xHVWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_0d1IXkQ_HI/s1600-h/DSCN0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217193065944929634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxc5xHVWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_0d1IXkQ_HI/s320/DSCN0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. forced dear to take this turning pic for me and with his poor photography skill, i look fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxdLf9meI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KWhVKfEDRLA/s1600-h/DSCN0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217193070704826850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcxdLf9meI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KWhVKfEDRLA/s320/DSCN0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ken, me and the sea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwTrL7buI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sSJJdXgSUe8/s1600-h/DSCN0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191807900413666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwTrL7buI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sSJJdXgSUe8/s320/DSCN0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, hollow beach.. So ulu and hollow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwUFexbpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OJYZdUbTLu4/s1600-h/DSCN0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191814958771858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwUFexbpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OJYZdUbTLu4/s320/DSCN0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid duo were waiting for the bus for bout 20 mins when the sudden-clever me decided to ask the recept the time of the bus. guess what?! She told us taht we can actually walk back! Its only a 3 mins walk! and we waited like for one life time for that stupid bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked back and on our way we came across a mini bird park and  crocodile farm. Who the heck will place some birds and crocodile here?! *fainted* Ya... whole tree full of whitey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwUXcZg2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qIR1PdhpNeo/s1600-h/DSCN0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191819780653922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwUXcZg2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qIR1PdhpNeo/s320/DSCN0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eagle.. There were more than 1 eagle can! There were like 4 or 5 of them in the cage.. *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwU366fOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jcqPFxkWBP8/s1600-h/DSCN0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191828498578658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwU366fOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jcqPFxkWBP8/s320/DSCN0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually peacock, vulture and small yellow birds. I was too lazy to post all of them up.. Now, look at the crocodiles. There were actually 3 of them but the other one was at another corner. They were not moving and i thought this was an empty pond can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwVLG55PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yQ0Xix0cWt0/s1600-h/DSCN0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217191833649145074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcwVLG55PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yQ0Xix0cWt0/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the adventure, we went back to the pool and continue tanning.... dear looks like a tuna in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvYqjvAaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/h6bHf8ajkqI/s1600-h/DSCN0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217190794119545250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvYqjvAaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/h6bHf8ajkqI/s320/DSCN0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja... The clumsy me knocked onto the sofa the day before and this is the mark of my "blind" knees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvY2cAUCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XqROkg_-oLs/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217190797308350498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvY2cAUCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XqROkg_-oLs/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hibiscus discovered near the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvZfAmI_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hfgD7IPxX_Y/s1600-h/DSCN0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217190808199242738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvZfAmI_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hfgD7IPxX_Y/s320/DSCN0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! Smile to the Cammy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvZ-J4lpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9Rm6ZWdbi-U/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217190816559699602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvZ-J4lpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9Rm6ZWdbi-U/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i turn for you to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvaOOCieI/AAAAAAAAAOg/199ER0LpgqE/s1600-h/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217190820872096226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcvaOOCieI/AAAAAAAAAOg/199ER0LpgqE/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his 三层肉.. Hmm.. time to workout dear.. he promised me to train back his abs (1 more month to) 1 year ago but he did not manage to get that out. And so the fats remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct-gtYU9I/AAAAAAAAANY/usvwLUjfzbo/s1600-h/DSCN0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217189245287420882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct-gtYU9I/AAAAAAAAANY/usvwLUjfzbo/s320/DSCN0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his young, slim and cute girlfriend gets back her flat tummy after breakie was digested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct-2AUQYI/AAAAAAAAANg/J-ej8ZG-Q_0/s1600-h/DSCN0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217189251003990402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct-2AUQYI/AAAAAAAAANg/J-ej8ZG-Q_0/s320/DSCN0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was bbq buffet. This was the first round..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct_VY0lbI/AAAAAAAAANo/rKlpk4c87D4/s1600-h/DSCN0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217189259428271538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct_VY0lbI/AAAAAAAAANo/rKlpk4c87D4/s320/DSCN0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second round.. and third round and forth round but i was too tired to take pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct_12oomI/AAAAAAAAANw/gQ2Omx7qjVM/s1600-h/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217189268143252066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGct_12oomI/AAAAAAAAANw/gQ2Omx7qjVM/s320/DSCN0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wasn't that nice and the soup was salty but the people were friendly! ok.. now i don't really hate this place so much. Look at the cutesy flowers which the dancers had put on our head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcuAFSleDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ISC6e0307Yk/s1600-h/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217189272287017010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcuAFSleDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ISC6e0307Yk/s320/DSCN0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. now i gotta admit that dear is cute can! look at the pic.. He looked so damn bloody cute! I feel like slapping him for looking cuter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs7JB7JII/AAAAAAAAAMw/LC0JeKBTn6g/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217188087879902338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs7JB7JII/AAAAAAAAAMw/LC0JeKBTn6g/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot lose out to him! So i need to have 2 flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs7ZOfIhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/l3yraRmM62w/s1600-h/DSCN0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217188092227559954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs7ZOfIhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/l3yraRmM62w/s320/DSCN0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally its the day to go home! we were waiting for the bus in the lobby when we saw some mediacorp artists and these 2 pairs of weirdos. Kaoz.. The heels were like 5 inch?! or 8 inch?! Why do you need such freking high heels to Bintan?! And the fugly silver platforms... Cumon.. which century are you people from?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs7_qFr7I/AAAAAAAAANA/QOoPs540NJc/s1600-h/DSCN08742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217188102543880114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs7_qFr7I/AAAAAAAAANA/QOoPs540NJc/s320/DSCN08742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back.. I took my favourite photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs8GrqsII/AAAAAAAAANI/Qdl42BZhxQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217188104429547650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs8GrqsII/AAAAAAAAANI/Qdl42BZhxQQ/s320/DSCN0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bintan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs8WeU4DI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zEtf7A3waHQ/s1600-h/DSCN0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217188108668559410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGcs8WeU4DI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zEtf7A3waHQ/s320/DSCN0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6977161503767061012?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6977161503767061012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6977161503767061012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6977161503767061012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6977161503767061012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/bintan.html' title='Bintan!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGc0_jKYAvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xl9cqUjMmjc/s72-c/DSCN0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-5475685029167744249</id><published>2008-06-25T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:53:47.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I had finished up whatsoever email for today, boringever reports updates and making useless call the whole morning which really made me so bored and tired and sleepy. Did not intend to blog today &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; still typed somthing here any way because i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORED!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! Felt so sleepy the whole morning because i did not finish my chinese double expresso (kopi gao). The coffee uncle today decided that it will be cruelly bitter to let a sweet little girl drink the doubles and he decided to add more sugar into my drink. Haiz... Coffee uncle.. did i complain that your coffee is even slightly bitter for the past few months?! Cumon.. don't look down on me can. I will only complain if your coffee is too sweet and it will make my coffee order longer if it is gonna taste so sweet... Sometimes i seriously wonder if people in Changi enjoy sweeter thigns because the coffee here really tasted sweeter than sweets. I am a cow. Not ants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.... i am still counting down to the Bintan trip. Forever counting down on something. And i am darn tired and wants to sleep!!!!!! *whine* Behaving like a spoiled girl now.. Any wayz.. I just wana complain that i am tired and wana sleep... Thats all... Buaahhahahaah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-5475685029167744249?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/5475685029167744249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=5475685029167744249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5475685029167744249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/5475685029167744249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1596093911829537878</id><published>2008-06-24T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:32:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok... I think i missed out this part of the updates when i am suppose to update them some time like 2 weeks ago??!! And ya.. let me digress, i had changed my blog to the simplest thingy for a blogger; mainly because i wanted to renovate this place and shall start with the simplest before complications.Will not be talking much about my convocation and let the pictures do the talking instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh!! Finally!! Graduated!! Actually was already graduated last year but the convo was a combine thingy held this year. It wasn't anything special but at least it will be fun there and its an experience we were talking about. Finally! Me and my square hat! When the mushy, hairy thingy is at the left side(in the pic) it meant i am not graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt--Z_0nI/AAAAAAAAALg/ue9HRR4nUuU/s1600-h/n651523254_941067_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215359665910567538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt--Z_0nI/AAAAAAAAALg/ue9HRR4nUuU/s320/n651523254_941067_3340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the class. We thought that it had been so long and probably our class won't even attend it and who knows........... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; turned up after we took this pic.. Buahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_DkYgzI/AAAAAAAAALo/0I8RvfGMoEA/s1600-h/n651523254_941070_4212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215359667296305970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_DkYgzI/AAAAAAAAALo/0I8RvfGMoEA/s320/n651523254_941070_4212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. this ceremony is only free to me and i had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my precious to come. And who is here?? Guess!! Guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh! Of course my MDs (mommy and daddy) come la! Dear's tix will be 70 bucks and he decided to skip it.. But nevermind, MDs are more important than him... Buahahahhaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*look at mommy's mouth..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_V-DR5I/AAAAAAAAALw/meKHSd3IccA/s1600-h/n651523254_941075_5703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215359672235804562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_V-DR5I/AAAAAAAAALw/meKHSd3IccA/s320/n651523254_941075_5703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall introduce one good friend from the school.. TA DA!! Adrian! He was my senior in Poly and we did not meet at that time because i went into the course at the same time he graduated. Probably fate allowed us to meet and i made friend with him the first day i went to school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_d7qj0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/TAXnSLtSZJs/s1600-h/n651523254_941077_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215359674373279554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_d7qj0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/TAXnSLtSZJs/s320/n651523254_941077_6267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was missing???? Nope.. I did not miss out the MDs!! Its the MDs again! Took my final "quan jia fu" which was without nephews and niece and sisters and the BILs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_RV4jcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/s1R7f2Jf6U0/s1600-h/n651523254_941078_6593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215359670993587650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt_RV4jcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/s1R7f2Jf6U0/s320/n651523254_941078_6593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the children are really too young for the studio pics, otherwise, i did intend to take one real family photo in the studio. Probably this skip will come again few years later ba... If i still intend to continue my Masters Degree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1596093911829537878?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1596093911829537878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1596093911829537878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1596093911829537878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1596093911829537878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/convocation.html' title='Convocation!!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SGCt--Z_0nI/AAAAAAAAALg/ue9HRR4nUuU/s72-c/n651523254_941067_3340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7791071038881446993</id><published>2008-06-24T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:04:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heated!</title><content type='html'>The heat is here!! heating up but not boiling yet.. I will boil on Thursday. Predicted this because its holi, holiday! Buahahaha!! Ok.. First, let my promote Ms Ho's new company's new product. The Kupon Mag!! It can be grabbed i think its free at Central area and available online at &lt;a href="http://www.kupon.com/"&gt;www.kupon.com&lt;/a&gt; . If any of you is interested to have a nice reasonable meal, this is one web page you should not miss out!! Try to screen Ms Ho in the web page.. Buahahhaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Next.. Counting down to Bintan this week. Since yesterday morning, i had been counting Monday, tomorrow Tuesday, then Wednesday and finally Thursday morning. That's how many more days to work since yesterday. So now since i am approaching lunch. Its only left with Tuesday half gone, Wednesday and Thursday morning!!! Passed dear the tix and my passport yesterday so he can reach early or ontime to check us in, while i will definately be late or on time to board the ferry. Reminded him to bring sunblock and our Germany Adidas jackets. He must be thinking that i am a KS to remind him this and that. I even almost packed my baggy yesterday night but managed to stop myself! *fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I am really getting excited!! Get ready for more actions and pictures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7791071038881446993?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7791071038881446993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7791071038881446993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7791071038881446993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7791071038881446993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/heated.html' title='Heated!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6780813649153815959</id><published>2008-06-23T09:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:45:33.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirpy!!</title><content type='html'>Oh.. So when was the last time i ever get so happy, jumpy, chirpy and whoopy??!! Hmm.. Probably was when Dear confirmed our relationship as a couple and that gave me a sleepless night due to the adrenaline injection. If you are a reader to my boring blog, like my beloved sister, you will know that i had been complaining and complaining and complaining non-stop about my Elvis Presley boyfriend who don't really like to spend money(on me). This time, i shall clear his name once and for all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. it is not surprising for me to disappear during the weekend because this is my norm. The only time i do appear during the weekend will be because i am to bored or dear is away and i have to spend hours and hours waiting for him online. So whatz up last weekend??? Buahahhahahaa!!!!! Dear was in surprisingly good mood last week with some unknown reason. We still argue when we go out and due to my weak body, i was having diarrhea since Thursday until Saturday. On Friday when we went out for dinner and movie, dear had to bear with my toilet frequency while we were out walking around. We managed to reach Vivo 1 minute before 1800hr and he actually skipped the first carpark entrance and slowly rolled his car to the next carpark entrance in order to pay per entry parking instead of hourly parking. I wont mind him doing that actually because that will save on carpark. Buahahahhaa!!! The sweet old man actually suggested to go to the Kim Gary Char Can Teng for dinner when he preferred foodcourt on the phone previously. Buahaha!! That was my favourite restaurant! BUT the food wasn't that yummy and wonderful with my foul mood due to the misfunctioned body. *sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after dinner, we went for some window shopping and that's where dear's nightmare came. Buahahaha!! He hate to walk around for hours. Can you imagine we finished our dinner at about 1930hr and the movie is 2140hr? We had so many hours to burn! So we shopped around for female stuff most of the time especially shoes and bags and toys (a female and male stuff). In the end, i tried a dress and a jumper at Forever 21 and ended up buying the jumper for the Bintan trip. Suppose to get the dress actually but they ran out of Size S and M was too big for my skinny body. If only my legs are as skinny as my body, then i will really be a skinny woman. Buahahhhaa!!! *dreamy* So whatz next? Of course that will proceed to our movie!! hey.. Get Smart is really a very funny movie to catch. DON'T MISS IT!!! Buahaha! Damn.. This movie can make bowel disfunctioned woman laughed (as usual) so loudly in the BIG BIG movie theatre... What a disgrace again. Luckily i found a lifetime movie goer to watch any kinda movie with me regardless of my disgraceful cinema manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, there was still no idea popped into my partial mal-functioned brain on how to spend my weekend. I was thinking and wondering if i wanna get a brunchie or look for dear when mummy and da jie started to discuss on the later IMM trip. *light bulb* Hmm... So i asked them for their shopping details and suggested to tag along!! Gotta woke dear up and asked him for his approval because its a shared weekend and the sweetest dear did not object!! OMG!! YEAH!! Think that should be the first shopping trip he went with my family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when dear appear and we were ready to go, my bowel disfunction acted up. *fainted* Mummy, the 2 fat boys and dear had to wait till i went in and out of toilet 3 times before we can finally leave the house. We were suppose to reach IMM earlier for mummy to shop around and who knows my bowel disfunctioned at the right time which spoiled mummy's plan. *blush* We went to Cartel to catch our Dinner and after that, we went to shop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. let me digress/rewind abit of Saturday event. Ethyl was playing one of the fat boy's DS lite in the morning and it raised my curiousity and interested in hand held game console. Mummy, da jie and me were discussing about this. Da jia grew so much interest in the DS lite that she wanted to get one which she can share with Ethyl and also a WII or PS3 for her family. And once again, my mum reminded us that her god son/my cousin is selling the game consoles at Sim Lim at quite a reasonable price. Taking the example of the almost 1/2 price difference when my Aunt got one of the DS lite for one of the fat boy at Pearls Centre and from my cousin for the other fat boy. So i made i my mind and asked my cousin for a quotation for a PSP. Hmm.. the price was really quite reasonable! Since i had been spending and spending (until i receive my tax payment form) i decided to save $100 per month to get myself a PSP because of my long journey to work! I told dear bout my plan over the phone before he came over my place and he actually suggested paying for the PSP first and then 3 months later i will pay him back and he will return me the PSP. Hmm.... He is not a gaming person. We both knows about it. He will play the game if he have the console and he won't specially ask to buy a game console since he don't really play them. That was a very surprising suggestion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. we can return to IMM now, so since we had decided to get a PSP and couldn't decide on the color, the whole family went to the Sony shop nearby to Cartel to check out our new interest. After much arguing and discussion, dear and i finally agreed on one color! And so.. he went to buy his flip flop for the Bintan trip this Thursday and i went to get some contact lenses for both the Bintan and Aussie trips before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home, dear decided to ask my cousin about the PSP he is selling and since we did some research on the price and bla bla, i went to sms my cousin to ask him to call me at mummy's phone. And the lucky me who tried in vein to call him but line was engaged throughout caught his call while bathing. I knew my cousin will call and had a feeling that he will call while i am not free! So after i came out from the bathroom, wanted to get the phone from my mummy and double checked the questions with dear again, dear told me that he had already asked my cousin. And the most surprising thing was, he said that the shop number was #01-37, and he told my cousin that if we are free on Sunday, we will go and have a look! OMG! Dear was so cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, the "soccer-game-cancelled" man went to fix his dents at Jurong before we went to Sim Lim to look for my cousin! I triple confirmed with him that he wanted to get me the PSP before he came to fetch me and guess what my sweet old man said? "You want it than we go and get it lor." OMG!!! That's so sweet can! So we went and checked around again because dear wanted to know that we are buying at a real cheaper and reasonable price. We really found one which is $30 cheaper. We finally walked into the shop and i told my cousin about our discovery. Dear said that he wont mind spending $30 more to buy a trust so we proceed with the payment and everything. I even cheated my cousin off a plastic (or they called it crystal) cover for the PSP! It won't cost much i guess, but at least i don't have to spend extra $11 to get one. Yesh.. I am cheapo. So whatz the color of the PSP?? Ok.. we argued again as we don't know which to chose since the colors were all so nice............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA DA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J7n9uLqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z4VXGHB1-UU/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214897813463117474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J7n9uLqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z4VXGHB1-UU/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh! You are right! Any one with teh correct mind will know that it will turn out to be green! We had been arguing on Red (his favourite color), Green and Blue (its really a nice cool color). And dear said since i will be the one using it in future, i shall get my favourite color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J7zrgo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2E_tTto_3EQ/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214897816607957858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J7zrgo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2E_tTto_3EQ/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying that he will look like a girl with this kinds green. Nevertheless, its the game that is attracting him. And thats the game that stopped me from distrubing him while he slept yesterday afternoon after we return from Sim Lim. He is so happy that we have a PSP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J8Hik4YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bM68_R-Umsg/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214897821939196290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J8Hik4YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bM68_R-Umsg/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little conversation we shared yesterday night while charging the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dear, why you suddenly will suggest that you pay for the PSP first when you usually will let me save up myself and buy it later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Ya.. i also wonder why... Kanna cheated my money already.. My boyfriend also said you cheated my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, felt like bashing him: Ok lor.. you bring this home and charge i won't play until i pay you back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Really?? Ok la... No la.. you want to play on your way to work or home. You have a long way to travel... I got this because you wanted it ma.. I am not a gaming person. You wanted it so much so whatz the difference of buying it now and later? Since you already owed me so much money already. *LOL* But nevermind la.. you wanted it so we get it lor. hmm.. i think the blue one nicer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, feeling so sweet and touched: Why not we get a blue one and then we can play together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Dont want! Dont waste money. I am not a game type of person and i dont play it well. So no need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the second time he rejected my offer to buy him a PSP. It really showed that he got this because i wanted it and though i will pay him back, he got that due to my interest in it. Argh!! So touched... Even though we are calculative towards the spendings, he will still give in to my foul temper and my holiday request. Ok.. let me end the blog entry with the gift he bought for me 2 weeks ago and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8Ni1bzyRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xcaZGxg9tdk/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214901785628756242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8Ni1bzyRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/xcaZGxg9tdk/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6780813649153815959?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6780813649153815959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6780813649153815959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6780813649153815959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6780813649153815959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/chirpy.html' title='Chirpy!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SF8J7n9uLqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z4VXGHB1-UU/s72-c/DSC00148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6914483695295498163</id><published>2008-06-20T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:36:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>Great! So what's the root cause of my suffering?? Its my female once a month (it was late and it was bout 2 months) thingy!!! Yeah!! My prayers were answered! God wasn't making fun of me afterall.. Hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that my OAM will come next week because of all the PMS appearing. Until Thursday morning when signs started showing on Wednesday night but no spotting and it started after lunch on Thursday. I was still thinking, if it comes on Thursday, next Wednesday will be last day and Thurs i will be free to wear my sexy bikini!!! AND YESH! i can play all the sea sports and travel without fail!!! Yeah!! Finally!!! Now my other prayer will be for the Aussie trip....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6914483695295498163?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6914483695295498163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6914483695295498163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6914483695295498163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6914483695295498163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2298123369233134582</id><published>2008-06-18T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:45:42.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLS</title><content type='html'>When you decided to go on a honeymooney short break before the long break, god decided to play a trick on you. And that will be to allow you to suffer before you enjoy. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining my here pain and there pain when my throat decided to join the strike. Yesterday after lunch, the itchy bitsy feeling haunted me to tell me that my throat was preparing for strike and the throat union decided to join the back and teeth union on 6/18/08 to tell me to take a break. AND obviously i will be  taking the break in bout 1 week time because i am going Bintan with Dear before we head Aussie. So trying hard to please my throat union, i will try to talk less and drink more water. Ya.. throat union please listen up.. it will take bout 8 more days to a hot break and 51 more days to a cool break. So if you wanna talk about hot babes and cool babes, please recover asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear watced Kungfu Pandie yesterday and after the show he smsed me but i was already asleep by then. And as a response to my intuition this morning even before my alarm sounded, i checked my phone and saw dear's SMS. Buahahaahaaha!!! Haiz.. I miss him... Feel like punching him and torture him with all my soft soft..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2298123369233134582?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2298123369233134582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2298123369233134582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2298123369233134582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2298123369233134582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/hols.html' title='HOLS'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-2440598137359116121</id><published>2008-06-16T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:02:27.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN!!</title><content type='html'>Its so painful can! Initially i thought that i will be able to bear with it until 5th July BUT i can't stand it anymore! Its so painful can! One day i came back from lunch, rest awhile then brush my teeth. The next thing that followed, my bloody left third tooth from the front hurts like hell. I thought the pain will go in a few days because it's always the case when the teeth move and guess what? It ha dbeen more than a week and my tooth still hurts. Today, a very normal and blue monday, this kind little tooth decided to add on to the bearable and that made it UNBEARABLE can. The pain was becoming increasingly sensitive to slight change of temperature ESPECIALLY weather. To add on to my sufferings, it decided to move to nose block+pain and headache at the left side of my brain. WTH! i thought left side of any body parts pain will incur the right side of the brain to be painful. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. if anyone is laughing at the sufferings incurred, there's one more pain now. My backache is back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dear think that I should go and see a doc for my back since it had returned. Here's his exact words: "There's probably some veins at some wrong position that had caused the pain. You watched so much Grey's Anatomy, you should know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me feeling quite speechless bout it: erm... that's only a show..&lt;br /&gt;Dear: There should be some fact about it that's why they will have the medical terms right?&lt;br /&gt;I was KO by the things he said so did not reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me digress a little. I had a very very good conversation with dear yesterday night after dinner at his place and i think that was one rare conversation we shared and laughed our heads out. Kinda enjoy it alot because well you know, dear is a very traditional uncle who don't talk much and i am a little girl born in Gen Y and needed more of a fun communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I tried my luck and asked him: IF and that's IF only aRh... IF one day we decide to settle down and get married, can we not have the kinda traditional customary thingy?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Why? No.. I have to get my money back!&lt;br /&gt;Me, feel like stranggling him: No.. I mean we can have a dinner with relatives and some close friends and solemnization all these but not the morning sabo thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Dear: The tea ceremony is definately a must. I am fine without the sabo thingy. Why the solemnization must be together? Can solemnize first dan customary ma...&lt;br /&gt;Me: The tea ceremony can be done at the restaurant or whatever but not the super troublesome traditional buying stuff and bla bla. Solemnize and dinner together save money. Don't have to do it again.. So troublesome...&lt;br /&gt;Dear: My mum is outside now, you can go and ask her. You said you very long never use your debating skills right? You go and debate with her, she say ok, i will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell..... He should be asking his mum right? Any way, i may not be marrying him so i was thinking he shoudl know my view of a marriage ceremony. I don't like to have that kinda elaborated stuff which is costly and tiring. And as my hunch told me, he did not help out during his sisters wedding. I mean, the buying of stuff and all these because he think that was suppose to be the woman doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid man right? But i was glad at least we shared this meaningless, hypothetical conversation because at least we talked about our views and understand the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-2440598137359116121?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/2440598137359116121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=2440598137359116121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2440598137359116121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/2440598137359116121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/pain.html' title='PAIN!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-4905935424561637879</id><published>2008-06-13T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:00:53.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its friday!!</title><content type='html'>Its friday again!!Yeah!! Catching Pandie at 9pm and before that i plan to go home and change.. Not sure if i will have enough time for dinner and is praying hard now. Will be taking Uncle Lim's car back and will meet him at the usual busstop. Then will have a quikie at home and meet bear at Cineleisure bout 8.30pm. This is a boring Friday so just be it.. Buahahhaaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.. My heartless dear called me during lunch and talked to me just now. Poor thing.. Gotta wake up so early to send his BIL to hossie because of food poisoning. He woke up at 5.30am and reached home at 7.30am. Poor thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-4905935424561637879?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/4905935424561637879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=4905935424561637879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4905935424561637879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/4905935424561637879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-friday.html' title='its friday!!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1732641201250627385</id><published>2008-06-12T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:09:12.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Pan Pan</title><content type='html'>Yesh.. once again i managed to rename shows again. It reflected my ability provide nicknames inherited from my dad. Daddy like to give nicknames to people and things as well. Just look at how he named his own grandchildren and you will know. The most obvious kinda nicknames were those he had given to my previous boyfriends when he hadn't accepted them. So the only person who managed to escape the nickname fate is..... no. not him. and yes. its him. Who exactly were they? ok.. the one who escaped the nickname fate was CL and dear was one of those who couldn't escaped it! Buahahahhaa!! Daddy gave him nicknames and it changed quite often on different days until recently he called him his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people who suffered in the nickname fate are usually those quite close to me. Buahahaha!! Or probably i found it funny and easier to remember that way and this includes shows as well. Most importantly, i think the nicknames fit perfectly! So what are the names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung Fu Panda: Kung Fu Pan Pan or Kung Fu Pandie&lt;br /&gt;Batman: Batie&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom: Mushy&lt;br /&gt;Braydon: Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Lleroy: Alien or piggy or pig pig&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn: Carrot&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Thunder&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Thundress&lt;br /&gt;One of the ex colleague: little shrimp (xia mi or hei bi)&lt;br /&gt;another ex colleague: bamboo or paper&lt;br /&gt;another ex colleague: 38 (its not a female we were talking about its actually a waistline of a male we had estimated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alot more which i can't think of now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1732641201250627385?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1732641201250627385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1732641201250627385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1732641201250627385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1732641201250627385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-pan-pan.html' title='Kung Fu Pan Pan'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1501035140687215400</id><published>2008-06-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:16:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appetit</title><content type='html'>Oh... I can't help thinking of all sorts of food now. I had an agreement with dear that we will cook for our anniversary at OZ. Not that i will be the one cooking, WE will be cooking for each other. So the ever excited me had came out with recipes of some food and is trying to figure out how to edit them. Who wanna be my rat??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1501035140687215400?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1501035140687215400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1501035140687215400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1501035140687215400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1501035140687215400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/bon-appetit.html' title='Bon Appetit'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-8681349444458237206</id><published>2008-06-10T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:36:13.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesteryear</title><content type='html'>CL said that i really need a good chat with dear in order to resolve the surfacing problem. So many times, the problem we had was due to the miscommunication or even not communicating about the problem at all. There was a trigger to our conversation last night which deemed to be a very good chat and we understood what we actually wanted from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insecurity feel which was inherited from the yesteryear relationship had always haunted me until now. I had expressed this to dear and the assurance and patience he had provided yesterday was quite satisfactory. Ya.. if i ever feel the insecurity, he should be the one worrying instead of me. This is because i was the one with history of infidelity if we wanna talk about that. The defination of our requirement of each other was trust. He trusted me, i need to return him the trust as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defence is also another topic which we had recently talked about. It is quite right that i do need to jump into his defence sometimes when needed. He admitted that he is quite stingy and if he is not, he will be spending as much as me. I told him that my sister think that we are very calculative on everything, esp when money is involved. She don't think we will ever last if we are at such behaviour. Actually, to a certain point i should really jump into his defence now. This is a fact that we are in deed very calculative BUT with the stingy and calculative involved, he did still shower me with quite expensive gifts. When i requested for the trips, he never rejected especially the Aussie trip. Even when the cost was split, he volunteerily take up the food expenses that we will spend there. He also willingly paid up front for the Bintan trip because i am so poor now and still wanted a holiday. Well people, you may think that he should be paying everything but looking at the rate that we are travelling, he will probably be broke and will never be able to marry me. This is not a defence when blinded love is involve. This is a defence which is neccessary because i think he is good even when we are calculative, particular and stingy. He was willing to pay for all the 4 stars accomodation and the comfort of taking a SQ flight when we can travel by jetstar at a cheaper rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear, i defended you here, should you defend me in front of your friends whenever they crack jokes about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-8681349444458237206?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/8681349444458237206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=8681349444458237206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8681349444458237206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/8681349444458237206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesteryear.html' title='Yesteryear'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-7111051089832260480</id><published>2008-06-06T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:37:02.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>Ok.. was biten by lazy bugs again for the past few days and so now i better write something to past my super free time. I blogged about my new sponsored-by-dear specs previously and think maybe i wana talk more about it this time. I was given a choice of gift within a budget of $500 bucks by dear and i really had a hard time chosing. I wanted to get bags, clothes, specs etc etc etc... And of course, my final decision was on the specs which is damn near the budget and exhausted the amount by just ONE gift. Like i had said, its actually not the frame that was expensive but instead was the lenses. I managed to bargain 10% more discount because this was my 3rd specs from Spectacle Hut at BP. So the $400 frame after 30% discount wasn't that expensive and i went ahead to chose a good lens for my sophisticated specs. Ya.. i know who the heck will chose a pair of specs given a choice of gift at my will right? You probably will think that i am the dumbest woman in the world BUT i desperately needed a new pair of specs because i am BLIND can! My eye sight had been failing again and i can't even see things clearly around me. Dear was always laughing at my weakness because i cant see things as near as few metres. Since i had a wide variety of bags and trying hard to stay modest, i chose specs. Though branded, it can hardly be notice unless you are near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my specs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TA DA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to chose a pair of black specs but dear said that i already had 2 pairs of black specs at home. He went on with the chosing process by commenting that the brown pair looked to mature for me and i was wearing a pair of white one. So he filtered out all the colors and chose the navy blue one for me. Honestly speaking, he had forgot that this pair is navy blue color even though he was the decision maker. It was few days ago while we were on our way home he mentioned that my specs was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i reminded him that it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NAVY BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and he was the one who chose it. Can you see the color??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj0mhiSVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ssEagm1RnTc/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208663461887887698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj0mhiSVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ssEagm1RnTc/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj1N4S4dI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZnoUtCV9zkA/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208663472452329938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj1N4S4dI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZnoUtCV9zkA/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;NEXT......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be attending my convocation tomorrow!!! YEAH!!! so for the pre-convo preparation, i decided to play graduation with my cousin and niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. This is the cute Ethyl.. She is growing taller and naughtier each day while i grow old. I was showing my mum how i will look on Saturday when this busybody (typical woman in future) wanted to try this on. Isn't she cute??!! Buahaha!! Sure to become a pretty and will definately wear hers when she grow up. I have faith in her learning ability!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj1ZwCTtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/38HW7S5plXM/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208663475638914770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj1ZwCTtI/AAAAAAAAAJk/38HW7S5plXM/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following next after Ethyl will be the good fat boy who was forced to try it on by ME!! Buahhaa!! This was what will happen when you have a super evil cousin. *evil laugh* He don't look like this when he was younger and i can't find a pic of how he looked like when he was a pile of skeleton because i am in office now. Let me update his "skeleton-ier" photo when i am free. The fat boy reluctantly put on the hat when asked to and got alittle excited after i told him its for graduates ok. Buahahaha!!! What an easy boy to coax. Dear and i communicated and referred him as "the bigger fat boy" while his younger brother (didi) will be "younger fat boy". His youngest brother (Joey) is still not their size yet and dear anticipated that Joel will be their size one day. Buahahahhaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj1sFYYOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SKwBSkObzw0/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208663480560279778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj1sFYYOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SKwBSkObzw0/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-7111051089832260480?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/7111051089832260480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=7111051089832260480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7111051089832260480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/7111051089832260480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SEjj0mhiSVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ssEagm1RnTc/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6018799760861762195</id><published>2008-06-04T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:30:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>It started as a normal tiring and pleasent day when everything turned up so well but did not end as expected. It was Tuesday yesterday and was suppose to the our movie day - I can get GV movie tix at $6.50. Any way, we got the tix from Cathay instead since the GV theatres are almost fully booked. Dear promised to watched movie with me since he could not accompany me for dinner on Monday and wanted to compensate for that. It was only when i was about to buy the tix he informed me that he had a meeting at 1700hr. The time for the movie? 1950hr and i would have to eat dinner myself because most probably he wont be able to reach in time to eat dinner with a snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SUPPOSED to be perfect but things went wrong when he sms-ed me at 1830hr to inform the meeting had not started. AND the whole meeting started 1 hour later than the scheduled time! WTH?! I purposely ate at Ajisen and waited till about 1930hr because i was telling myself that if he was able to make it by that 1930hr, we can atleast still eat dinner and watch movie together. Guess what? His meeting was still on at 1915hr! Ok.. so now let me digress to this afternoon when he told me about his meeting at 1700hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear: I have a meeting at 1700hr&lt;br /&gt;Me: And you still wanna catch the 1900hr show?&lt;br /&gt;Dear: (loudly) I confirm it will end latest at 1830hr!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (already not very happy to know that i will be eating alone) You sure? The other time i wonder who was it.. told me that he will meet me at 1900hr for dinner and reached at 2030hr!&lt;br /&gt;Dear: Wont! definately wont happen again because this meeting should be quite fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went on to book the movie tix after taking his confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this was what happened yesterday night! Usually when he waited 15mins at my office and i was late due to some work held up, his face will turned black and i meant very black! I waited for his work to end in hours and he expect me to forgive him just like that?! Cumon! We ought to be FAIR right? In the end i told him that we will skip the movie because i dont think he will be able to reach in time - his meeting ended at 1949hr! Great.. 1 min before the movie and he had to rush from Woodlands to Orchard. And i spent 100 bucks to appease myself while waiting for him! Maybe i will forgive him faster if he offered to return me the money i spent while waiting for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very angry now actually! He keep saying that it was his work that had held him and when my work held me back, he will never think that i had no choice either. That would be a lesson which he will remember forever. What lesson? The lesson that taught him to THINK at a BIGGER picture! To let him know that things dont always turn out to be perfect from plan AND take my advice when neccessary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6018799760861762195?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6018799760861762195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6018799760861762195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6018799760861762195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6018799760861762195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-6789959207432505909</id><published>2008-06-02T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:47:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Bum</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! Feel so lazy recently! Don't feel like moving even ONE INCH of my butt. I felt so preggy. Feeling ever hungry and wanted to eat buffet most of the time. Guess its PMS time and it better come now because i will be going to Bintan with dear end of the month. I have lotsa photos to post!!! BUT due to the invasion of lazy virus, that will be postpone AGAIN! Buahahhaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Don't think i sound normal now because of the invasion.. So tired~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-6789959207432505909?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/6789959207432505909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=6789959207432505909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6789959207432505909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/6789959207432505909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazy-bum.html' title='Lazy Bum'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12092015.post-1117826652451558750</id><published>2008-05-30T10:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:37:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn back time</title><content type='html'>I came upon this just now and don't really quite remember that i had actually written such kinda strong, positive thingy in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something came across my mind n i decided 2 blog about it.. i discovered that there are quite a number of people who said that they dun wanna fall in love again after being hurt badly by an ill fated relationship... First question i asked myself is.. Why are people shutting themself out from something which who knows they might enjoy in future??? Well its not that i can accept someone else now... Juz that i wont stop myself from falling in love again.... I know its painful and hard to build up the trust.. But that doesnt mean that we have to shut ourselves up after being hurt...dats ridiculous... I admit that i cant fall in love now coz i had not got over the feelings i had for S.. and at the same time i m giving K a chance.. I am also giving myself a chance...Another thing i wanna blog today is regarding my saturday.. Oh my gosh! he gave me a bouquet of flowers! Its the second time i receive flowers and finally got the right bouquet... but not from the right person.... Though the things he had done that particular day can be quite touching for a gal to judge a guy.. But... the normal hard hearted me juz dun feel anything..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! ya.. judging from the above it was like 2 years ago? Or maybe near 2 years ago? Ok.. I don't quite remember when i had written that kinda crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some thoughts that intruded into my mind: maybe that's god's hint that my next guy was a K! When i wrote that, my relationship with SL had ended bout 1 month or maybe more or less than that. The K after me at that time was actually Kelvin. That's the first K after SL but the chemistry wasn't there for the 2 of us because i particularly detest people of certain horoscope. Then, the next K appears - actually he appeared earlier but not earlier than Kelvin. We met as colleague then! And (fortunately) since things worked out for the 2 of us, we are now a couple and are happily in love! So thats the positive attitude i believe everyone should have to protect themselves. What do you think of my philosophy? Buahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have few friends who doesn't really believe in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after they had a hard split with the previous relationship and doesn't look forward to any other new one when chances come. Well, i gotta admit that it wasn't really easy to start a new relatonship and learn to love a new person. The math between me and dear wasn't that easy also. We started our relationship 1 1/2 year after we acquainted. He may not be the best looking guy but he is definately a nerve wrecking one. Buahhahaa!! Yah.. certain close friend of mine were quite shocked when i revealed this Mister and they probably think that he was so fortunate to have a young and pretty girlfriend. *smilez* On contrary, i think i was the fortunate girl who had gotten a sweet and patient guy to handle my ever-short-impatient temper. Its like the 2 faces of a coin, it depends on which side you are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear may not be a sensitive man when it comes to communication and action but he is definately someone with lotsa patience. With a girlfriend 7 years younger than him, his maturity simply neutralized my childishness. There were certain adventurous path when i chickened out upon stepping our foot on, he had held my hands tight and &lt;em&gt;"dragged"&lt;/em&gt; me through. And when we were faced with an adventure which he was afraid of and i am interested to step foot on, he will simply wait for me to finish up with my business and return. Hehe.. Well, he proved to me that we can walk through tough roads together and he will be there for me after i tumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo below was taken during my MC period when he came to look for me after work. He was compiling some information or doing his project when the very bored me attacked his peace! I placed Da Tou (the giraffee) on his lappy and the result looks so good! It seems lile he was talking to Da Tou. He was actually telling me to remove the toy because the big head was kinda irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SD9uq3Ira6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/x_GGCSCyttY/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206001376897493922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SD9uq3Ira6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/x_GGCSCyttY/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention that i believe the affinity between us was kinda deep? Buahaha!! Well, this is really one thing which i am really proud of and a secret which only the 2 of us know. This happened way before we started the relationship and was when we were frequently seeing each other. And this of course is still valid now. Before we officially started our relationship, there were times when he just came into my mind and the next thing that happened was either his sms or his MSN message. And now, whenever i checked my phone or changed my mind on sms-ing or call him, he will sms or call me 30 seconds after i let go of my phone! If this happened once or twice, i will simply name it as coincidences. BUT this happened almost everyday! Sometimes, when thoughts of asking him out for dinner or movie came across my mind, his action will come. It was just like he was reading my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CL is a guy who will read me like a book and most of the time i can just keep quite and his therapethic words will be injected into my brain. Dear on the other hand will do things when i was thinking about it. Am i that easy?? Ok.. it takes a 14 year friendship to be at that kinda stage. Actually QS and Joanna were also other friends with therapethic words and i am really happy that the friends surrounding me possessed such awesome powers! Buahahhaa!! Probably they know me too well. This time, i can't say that i wont surrender to fate even when i don't really believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12092015-1117826652451558750?l=jurassicbab3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/feeds/1117826652451558750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12092015&amp;postID=1117826652451558750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1117826652451558750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12092015/posts/default/1117826652451558750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurassicbab3.blogspot.com/2008/05/turn-back-time.html' title='Turn back time'/><author><name>Cow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07441189490769561595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SM9le85XFvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xt_XHecA0jY/S220/n651523254_1259094_9218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4R5xLdsyF1c/SD9uq3Ira6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/x_GGCSCyttY/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
