<?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-23856855</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:28:32.823+08:00</updated><category term='you long.'/><category term='my lovely brother.'/><category term='Grrlfriend Ryan'/><category term='Within this Summertime of our lives'/><category term='GST 7%'/><category term='Another Gemini'/><category term='with love.'/><category term='Your Song.'/><category term='yr my number 1.'/><category term='To be continued...'/><category term='Lovers in the back seat. (V+U)'/><category term='Car ride.'/><category term='Labour/May Day.'/><category term='More birthdays coming by.'/><category term='Happeh Mother&apos;s Day; I Love Mommy.'/><category term='All I need; SingaEpal'/><category term='Lost touch but catching up.'/><category term='Right where you want me.'/><category term='Anticipating.'/><category term='to all doting fathers.'/><category term='28th March'/><category term='In love with Tamia&apos;s'/><category term='Mommy'/><category term='The boy with no name'/><category term='Happy Vesak.'/><category term='Happeh belated birthday to my brother'/><category term='you?'/><category term='Pa; Yr still the best.'/><category term='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><category term='Again.'/><category term='Happy Birthday to &quot;The First Noel&quot;'/><category term='عِشْق، غَرام'/><category term='Perfect muse.'/><category term='You got my temperature rising like el nin-yo'/><category term='Picture perfect you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick'/><category term='Starlight'/><category term='Your lips like morphine'/><category term='July 2007'/><category term='And even thankew&apos; a whole lot more'/><category term='Happeh 1 day early Daddy&apos;s Day'/><category term='Song: Nothing Gonna Change My Love For You'/><title type='text'>Le Rose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7367812184352666159</id><published>2008-10-02T11:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:38:17.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having the time of my life, but only for these few days 'cos I'm having my off. * Big smile * Anything besides work is nothing but shiok! :) Attachment started on Monday, and it feels kind of terrible. Been waking up to 5am every morning, and standing for 8hours straight is no joke. I'm not trying to be whiney and all, but most of us are not into F&amp;B, we're in Tourism! Plus, the staff meal's like horrible. Sha, I totally agree to what you've been through now. But oh well, I guess at the end of the day, we still gain some experience from these, like F&amp;B knowledge (wines, fine dining etiquette, serving, etc) and not forgetting grooming (what we would hear everyday "where are your lip stick and make up girls?!). One last thing to be greatful for, I'm thankful we've got the nicer trainer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCpNd8J7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/uNZgkbL2PCo/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCpNd8J7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/uNZgkbL2PCo/s400/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396341178148786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Briefings, and more demonstration from dtm &amp; dcs!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCjv1PxFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/04ReYNg7zC0/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCjv1PxFI/AAAAAAAAAr0/04ReYNg7zC0/s400/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396247323493458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me's been doing bar.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCcQV_WpI/AAAAAAAAArs/z638YE6Baw4/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCcQV_WpI/AAAAAAAAArs/z638YE6Baw4/s400/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396118611810962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jane and her twist!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCWsfOJ1I/AAAAAAAAArk/5Iv5eGnz_g0/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCWsfOJ1I/AAAAAAAAArk/5Iv5eGnz_g0/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252396023087507282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lovez the martini glasses.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCJVpNA6I/AAAAAAAAArc/MBkM-3OGKYU/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCJVpNA6I/AAAAAAAAArc/MBkM-3OGKYU/s400/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252395793617060770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aku.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCBRBYGkI/AAAAAAAAArU/v2zEMntqnQE/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCBRBYGkI/AAAAAAAAArU/v2zEMntqnQE/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252395654937320002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORB79T6U6I/AAAAAAAAArM/eta5CxYn4qw/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORB79T6U6I/AAAAAAAAArM/eta5CxYn4qw/s400/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252395563747005346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORBaEimcLI/AAAAAAAAArE/5FSMocIJb6w/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORBaEimcLI/AAAAAAAAArE/5FSMocIJb6w/s400/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394981572112562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And one last picture...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORAI-VqjhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/lFhfsONTeSc/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORAI-VqjhI/AAAAAAAAAq8/lFhfsONTeSc/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252393588337839634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My son. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs! I looked at his pictures while both of us were watching the F1 race, and gave a comment to boyf, "last time u looked so adorable, and more Eurasian" Then he replied his usual line, "hey, of cos" But when he was so eager to reply, he didn't realise there was a continuation to the sentence... "what happened now?" Hahaha, but boyf, I was just kidding of cos. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at his house yesterday for Hari Raya, and his dad's friends and their relatives were there. So basically, I helped myself to the computer, foodies, cats and scv. His dad cooked &amp; it was delicious, not forgetting he gave me a big green packet! Boyf said I clique well with the li'l girls who came. 6 years old Chloe was showing me Youtube videos on origami, and she looked at me a few time and said I looked like Ariel the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know, kids being kids, are just innocent and nice. Boyf forget the fact so when he heard, he interfered and went, "Ariel? I think she looks more like Mulan" Hahaha, fine ok. Then, Naomi was telling me how she's a Eurasian mixed, and yet until now she's confused what she really is. And she went on excitedly telling me her CCA(s) in school. Grin, kids these days.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7367812184352666159?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7367812184352666159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7367812184352666159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7367812184352666159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7367812184352666159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-swear-having-time-of-my-life-but-only.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SORCpNd8J7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/uNZgkbL2PCo/s72-c/DSC00393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6571987975982019702</id><published>2008-09-30T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:14:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MAMMA MIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys, Mamma Mia!'s not a movie to be miss! It's really catchy, and you definately ain't gonna get bored in between at all. Most people I've heard from would say the movie's a thumb's up! Thanks boyf for the impromptu tickets! (: Oh please, he's also a huge fan of the musical, and he lovez especially The Honey Honey song (always dancing to it, hahaha.) I kinda missed 20 mins of the show, but I managed to catch up through videos. Lovez it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3yIVk61160&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3yIVk61160&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4-A4jlojCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4-A4jlojCs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay all your love on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jH29O1FAdEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jH29O1FAdEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6571987975982019702?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6571987975982019702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6571987975982019702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6571987975982019702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6571987975982019702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/mama-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4104376960803301372</id><published>2008-09-23T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:26:32.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boyf called and before he put down, he said "bye" like 10 times before really putting down the phone. George Michael, lei ho cute! :) Anyway B, my deepest apologies about last night, cos I know you were kind of upset. :| Sigh! Well anw, accompanied boyf to Loyang to get groceries, after which, helped him in the kitchen, like as usual. Oh wait, did I mention, boyf's a great cook! As self proclaimed, due to his dad indirectly advertising for him in an interview in Business Times! * Whistles *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad's one funny dude at times. :P Boyf was asking what he wanted for dinner, cause the maid went back for good, so due to boyf being "family oriented", he always make sure everyone has food to eat. His dad replied, "anything boy, you can surprise me" Then his tone went up a li'l, "I said surprise ah, not shock"! Wahaha. And so, he decided to whip up his favourites, including this Eurasian dish, yumz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, both of us are kind of "maid-less". My maid was kind of problematic, in fact very, in the sense that she is suffering from minor Psychosis syndrome! Whather real or fake, we're still clueless! Whatever it is. I'm sure my fellow Ang cousins understands. :| I witnessed my maid talking to herself, she then claimed that she hear voices within her, she ran over my grandma's place upteen times, and afraid that we were trying to harm her. (Damn a lot of other shit.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my ma our maid went back cos she's mentally unstable (not bad she could still touch down in Indo safely and happily) Whereas George's maid went back cos his was way too smart! * Cunning * Nevertheless, she's one girl-next-door, hot looking maid! Hmm, me's on vacation now! So on the wk ends, Boyf drove and we send his maid off at the airport. And, I made my virgin trip to Geylang with Boyf, at the same time to have a feel of Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, enjoy Bangkok Su and Happy birthday Lorraine! I'll not forget the times you stood by me. Have a blast. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4104376960803301372?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4104376960803301372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4104376960803301372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4104376960803301372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4104376960803301372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/boyf-called-and-before-he-put-down-he.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5342322674855887608</id><published>2008-09-23T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:22:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Professional Image Grooming Guide:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hairstyles&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hair should be kept neat &amp; tidy throughout work period, this can be done using hair gel, mousse &amp; hairspray&lt;br /&gt;- The fringe must be kept above the eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;- Hair covering the face must be tucked behind the ears&lt;br /&gt;- Hair-length that falls below the collar must be pulled back into a bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jewellery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ring (Only 1 ring is allowed, high stone settings &amp; elaborate flashy design is not allowed)&lt;br /&gt;- Earrings (Only 1 pair of stud earrings are to be allowed to be worn on the ear lobes)&lt;br /&gt;- Bracelets (Bracelets, bangles, friendship bands &amp; anbkets are not allowed)&lt;br /&gt;- Wrist Watches (Essential for work! Watches with character &amp; bulky watches are not allowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tattoo/Body Art&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Must be covered up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! No more West till next year. Lastly, Happy holidays, you guys! (:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5342322674855887608?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5342322674855887608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5342322674855887608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5342322674855887608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5342322674855887608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/professional-image-grooming-guide.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-339661138666661811</id><published>2008-09-16T00:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:17:54.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss listening to this song. :) Oh, and The Pussycat dolls as well. * Hua hua hua * Me have got papers to seat for the whole of this week, so in conclusion, I can't wait for exams to end! Oh wait. Min's wedding's drawing closer too. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby for the delicious snowskin mango filling mooncake from Goodwood. Lovez you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-339661138666661811?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/339661138666661811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=339661138666661811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/339661138666661811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/339661138666661811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-good-things-come-to-end-nelly.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-168684917765043458</id><published>2008-09-12T19:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:05:06.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's sorta the second time I've got reprimmended by male trainer for my make up! Wah lau, how thick they want us to put? It's not like I nv apply make up at all; foundation, blusher, lip stick, eyeliner, mascara, not enough? Perhaps the next time I shall start putting on fake eye lashes. I've tried before, it's so tiring for the eyes, it makes me sleepy instead. Plus, I don't see the extend of having to put that.  J puts it every day, but it ain't like her lashes are short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was Mr. V. Tan saying it does not fit the criteria (lipstick &amp; blusher too light can't be seen.) And then, Mr. Bal. The thing is, at first I thought he was kidding, so I just gave the grin, after that his so called "fucked up face" as to what he claimed himself appeared, then of cos I apologized for not touching up. Then, he started laughing and sorta "hugged" me using one hand, cos he knew I was getting a li'l panicked explaining to him why my make up wasn't "there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and talking about Mr. Bal. Today we had training exam &amp; guess what. He bombed me with so many questions on Red wine, &amp; claimed I said Yarra Valley Shiraz 4 times * roll eyes * But still, I won't deny he's sucha funneh dude. Yst, we had grooming class &amp; this trainer said we can't wear the pants we were wearing, because they weren't proper working pants. Mine's a li'l on the skinny cut, plus it's shiny black. See, yet another issue. The girls got theirs from Dorothy Perkins, pretteh. Ahh, anyway, I've got a new blusher, so hopefully it fits THEIR criteria this time! Ha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMphOja2byI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1YPXm5nzOoY/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMphOja2byI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1YPXm5nzOoY/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111618680287010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Grooming class.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMphIerLkWI/AAAAAAAAAps/xG1ohBeA-hE/s1600-h/Conradhotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMphIerLkWI/AAAAAAAAAps/xG1ohBeA-hE/s400/Conradhotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111514327388514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Last friday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpg9b07y3I/AAAAAAAAApk/FqpQ2SoRvt8/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpg9b07y3I/AAAAAAAAApk/FqpQ2SoRvt8/s400/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111324584430450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bestfriend after bunned up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpguJ4QniI/AAAAAAAAApU/ALUkOuf87NY/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpguJ4QniI/AAAAAAAAApU/ALUkOuf87NY/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111062068502050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To end it off, peektures of two cuties, Fay plus me &amp; Talia...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpjQXH26aI/AAAAAAAAAqE/dL5gCugXG_M/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpjQXH26aI/AAAAAAAAAqE/dL5gCugXG_M/s400/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245113848762395042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpkMHZaf4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/LPDakIjWgIo/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpkMHZaf4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/LPDakIjWgIo/s400/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245114875333214082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpje3VomOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dp_XzaEXCy4/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMpje3VomOI/AAAAAAAAAqM/dp_XzaEXCy4/s400/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245114097928280290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thanks George for being sucha sweetheart, a boyfriend whom can really attend to all my needs &amp; ensure his girlfriend's in good hands. (:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-168684917765043458?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/168684917765043458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=168684917765043458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/168684917765043458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/168684917765043458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-sorta-second-time-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMphOja2byI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1YPXm5nzOoY/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7813041427359014017</id><published>2008-09-06T16:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:55:09.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom just came back &amp; I swear I've got a shock &amp; practically jumped up, cause I didn't hear my room door opened, then she rubbed my face! :x Anyway, this week seems so packed it's passing by so quickly that I don't even realise it. Let's see, yst was taken up by SAFTI event &amp; it was a whole day's event. Boy was it fun, but sorta tiring. Was allocated to work together with James &amp; some other DHM guys, like Daniel &amp; friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJYPzlziAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0EZSYu9nhH8/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJYPzlziAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0EZSYu9nhH8/s400/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242849944782735362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the coach came to pick us &amp; up on the bus, my trainer was telling us stories that made my hair stand! So far, this 3 months had been far too busy for all of us. Classmate &amp; I were sharing cab last night and both of us agreed that we could hardly find time for ourselves becos we were always caught up by sch activities &amp; that the time being able to stay home is like so minimal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Teresa sweeteh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a life of a year 2 student I guess. And after exams, it would be training for us. Time is passing too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for the picture of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJglZtY8zI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IzKDmo3GOAU/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJglZtY8zI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IzKDmo3GOAU/s400/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242859111885370162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Honey fast asleep during Law. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7813041427359014017?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7813041427359014017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7813041427359014017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7813041427359014017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7813041427359014017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mom-just-came-back-i-swear-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJYPzlziAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0EZSYu9nhH8/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7699695124277097849</id><published>2008-09-04T19:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:23:13.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For my DTM-ers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla! I'm like so proud of you guys because months of our hard work paid off just last evening! The wonderful team of F&amp;B, HR, Entertainment (myself) &amp; especially all the in-charges, emcee (also our chairman, James). The theme partay was a blast! :D It went really smoothly &amp; was a success, indeed "this is what a DTM-er can do." grin. :) Friends &amp; family of 80 pax including our trainers (VIPS) went invited. Our course tutor was really enthusiastic &amp; came in a Witch's outfit, which I swear nobody initially could recognize that was even her, including Tiff &amp; myself whom were the receptionists &amp; we let her in w/o even realising it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe our school mates somehow indirectly felt the "Halloween-ish" feel themselves, because of our set up. We started preparation since way early in the morning, occupied TR (our training classroom), Sr2 (transformed into cocktail room, which was filled with black &amp; orange balloons) Sr3 &amp; level 4 (open area near the lockers) Because of our theme, the whole place changed into a maize &amp; it was really dark and lited with candles. Some grrls walked passed half way through, felt the eerie-ness &amp; got frightened, as to what they had commented to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of set-up in the morning (w/o us in costumes, cos I do not have the pictures on hand as yet),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJb_ptL3mI/AAAAAAAAAok/5WcdneT_Io0/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJb_ptL3mI/AAAAAAAAAok/5WcdneT_Io0/s400/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854065297940066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Balloon time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJcHJ7L5gI/AAAAAAAAAos/aqfZ0YJT6wA/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJcHJ7L5gI/AAAAAAAAAos/aqfZ0YJT6wA/s400/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242854194205681154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hendry &amp; Nelson practising their song.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZHOd4jlI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UYFgUERXjs0/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZHOd4jlI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UYFgUERXjs0/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850896890072658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Cerebus"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZVyQwZrI/AAAAAAAAAm8/aWdgQWtTARo/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZVyQwZrI/AAAAAAAAAm8/aWdgQWtTARo/s400/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851147016857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jane, Jane.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZhDms2QI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IJHrEyqRR10/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZhDms2QI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IJHrEyqRR10/s400/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851340650862850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ismail, Ced &amp; Miss Tequila grrl.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZmViT_1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/t9dw9BWqewo/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZmViT_1I/AAAAAAAAAnM/t9dw9BWqewo/s400/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851431363641170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nayan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZsNpBH-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/b4mgVqGa7jY/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZsNpBH-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/b4mgVqGa7jY/s400/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851532323495906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Theme of black &amp; orange.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZycM3ntI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BefK2VVd-gg/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZycM3ntI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BefK2VVd-gg/s400/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851639311179474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love &amp; yet hate/scared of balloons!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZ3WgpzyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/XzDl4IS-lHc/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZ3WgpzyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/XzDl4IS-lHc/s400/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851723682893602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Keith above, doing the mega "spider web".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZ_bYve5I/AAAAAAAAAns/SQcB1MB3d6s/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJZ_bYve5I/AAAAAAAAAns/SQcB1MB3d6s/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851862430841746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Make up for Hendry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaEJaN2BI/AAAAAAAAAn0/5aYXzaDwMOY/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaEJaN2BI/AAAAAAAAAn0/5aYXzaDwMOY/s400/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242851943504533522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaJcScXLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gAfWCv3xAaM/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaJcScXLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/gAfWCv3xAaM/s400/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852034471550130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The partay started.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaN-5gnJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/aKJxu0NhPEQ/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaN-5gnJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/aKJxu0NhPEQ/s400/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852112481688722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMp6nAozIaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8c6Xm-JLYHI/s1600-h/1_490227858l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMp6nAozIaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8c6Xm-JLYHI/s400/1_490227858l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139526630973858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaUy_o15I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6iBBlczGruI/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJaUy_o15I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6iBBlczGruI/s400/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852229545252754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The buffet line.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJabGytw4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/luP54tyErx0/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJabGytw4I/AAAAAAAAAoU/luP54tyErx0/s400/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852337938973570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJag3nxBWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/S3hti7F7NBA/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJag3nxBWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/S3hti7F7NBA/s400/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852436945732962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pantry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMp6bOTQa6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/qP5-qspq4p8/s1600-h/1_139252176l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMp6bOTQa6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/qP5-qspq4p8/s400/1_139252176l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139324140284834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMp6f-CtemI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YJm1eUCj1oA/s1600-h/1_287953146l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMp6f-CtemI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YJm1eUCj1oA/s400/1_287953146l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245139405675264610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partay ended with the DJ spinning songs &amp; immediately the whole place changed into a dance floor, with thanks for the smoke machine &amp; lightings! My classmates seemed so "high" &amp; were all dancing away. Boy did I know some of them really can shake, damn good, sucha rare sight from them. Our trainers were understanding &amp; gave us 1 off day for like today. So practically, we did &amp; do not have lessons for the whole of this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video montage made by Jon was great &amp; our class sang together and were really united. Trainer gave us excellent for our class's theme partay as to what he said, but towards d end the clearing up was a bitch! :) So anyway, I'm like so so glad we're over &amp; done with our 4 kick ass projects! Oh and lastly, thanks boyf for preparing steamboat just for me as a reward upon finishing up my projects, so so sweet of you. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the usual, tomorrow = Black pants, shirt, bunned up hair, thick makeup &amp; heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJYlRT_KgI/AAAAAAAAAms/aH544cEd5NQ/s1600-h/14770831948066l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJYlRT_KgI/AAAAAAAAAms/aH544cEd5NQ/s400/14770831948066l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850313538316802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Look at how cool boyf's sister, V. Anne drinks using her milk bottle when she was a toddler. ;P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7699695124277097849?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7699695124277097849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7699695124277097849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7699695124277097849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7699695124277097849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/holla-im-like-so-proud-of-you-dtm-ers.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/SMJb_ptL3mI/AAAAAAAAAok/5WcdneT_Io0/s72-c/DSC00315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-3957179266623841467</id><published>2008-08-30T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:21:27.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello to you, because I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-3957179266623841467?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3957179266623841467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=3957179266623841467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3957179266623841467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3957179266623841467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-be-back-d.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1305014132088490231</id><published>2008-03-29T17:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:20:49.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost touch but catching up.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels weird now that I'm this free, I have all the time in the world to blog, whenever I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using this 4 gigabytes timedrive to save all my documents from my computer, but oh well, the whole system got hanged half way, damnit! So I guess I'll be officially using the labtop for good, sigh. What's on my mind now is "I need my songs, my hundreds of pictures over the years (memories), my school's stuffs, my important documents, my programmes (cos I'm too lazy to re-download, sucha waste of time) and many others which I can't rmb lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lao ge said, "Delete some lah, I'm sure you don't need everything from your computer right?" Hmph who says, I need aight! But he's so sweet to always bother to chap my computer's stuffs. He kept asking me to get a timedrive but in d end, he still got it for me. (: though occasionally, he likes coming into my room while I'm fast asleep to disturb. Anyway, will be dining at &lt;u&gt;No Signboard Restaurant&lt;/u&gt; this evening with the family, the usual place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know there's this place in which you can watch the Midnight Sun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nome &amp; Point Barrow in Alaska!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1305014132088490231?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1305014132088490231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1305014132088490231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1305014132088490231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1305014132088490231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/03/feels-weird-now-that-im-this-free-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4835562235895835269</id><published>2008-03-29T00:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:22:29.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happeh belated birthday to my brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='28th March'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe one whole week passed just like that, so quickly that it marks the end of Semester three! Oh hell but one thang, both modules, Hospitality &amp; Communications were definately killer subjects please. How to pass? Jia lat. Alex's tips were so li'l, &amp; yet he set 'em tough! 2/3 of the marks went to Section C, which had 14 individual structured questions. Pardon me, but my hands almost died from bluffing my way through on those FOOL scap paper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats Norman, the best when it comes to exams. Tips zhui zhui, plus manageable questions. Cool dude lah, bring your son to more cruises trips okay! :p He gave consistent quizes, and reading up's a plus point! I thought of one question from today's paper and wanna give myself a bitch slap. I totally forgotten &lt;strong&gt;Beverly Hills&lt;/strong&gt; when the question asked for the "name of the place where Rodeo drives &amp; star mansions is" I was cracking my brain, thinking how on earth I could forget that name when I've even got that song in my Mp3. Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been learning 2-3 months of the whole of North &amp; South America and all the countries in the United Kingdom; country codes, airports, national carrier, flights, languages, all beauty-fool oceans, seas &amp; mountains, individual countries on the USA map, &amp; definately attractions. Seriously so much to study, but if you ask me about USA now, hur hur, bring it on babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post have been delayed way too long. If I rmb correctly, the last time I wanted to blog was a week after my actual birthday. And that week itself, I held a birthday celebration at home. Invited my relatives, and buddies (Khai begum, Jess, Olga, HQ, Zenn) thank ew' guys for coming &amp; for all the presents (Tiff &amp; Bryan too), plus the Red limited edition nano with words customized at the back! My brother gave me a list to thank! And like my cousins said, "you'll receive the best gifts on your 21st for sure" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks were hectic project meet ups at Keith's place (but seriously more like chilling out plus bitching, nvm) and of cos my brother's wedding (1st March) &amp; Su's birthday (8th March) at Fairmount (stayed over w Khai begum), &amp; classmate's b'day @ Homeclub, movie, RK House day w the rest! Everything passed by so fast, damn! That aside, my comp's crashed, so I'm like using my brother's labtop again! Ultra sleepeh now actually, cos I've only slept for 3-5hrs every day this week. Are you feeling me! It's like hell, no, the past one month was hell w so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay home today cos I had the intention to sleep early (this entry being edited at 2.40am) Wei called if I wanna go down Bugis and drink with the rest, and he said he couldn't ask me just now cos they haven't called "another", afraid will cause conflicts, haha. "You xiang wo mah?" Forever thing lah he, but as a funneh friend of course. Thanks to those who bother to entertain me, very much appreciated! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, why is "The Leap Year" advertisement still airing on television. Heard that the hits were much better than expected, so they raised it. Hope you guys caught it already. Everything inside is so Jean Y lah, from the convent school grrls, to Wong Li Lin's dressing and those sights where they shot. Go catch it, "Don't wait, the next leap year is four years away"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, no more greenline for now, I need a break from the West! Shall keep my holidays occupied and then look forward to a brand new semester, thou f*king hell, we'll have classes which ends as late as 8pm in the evening, oh sigh! We'll be starting on Training Classes already, which means, "Sir, coffee, tea or me?" Haha. Oh well, I shall end off here, so you guys in poly &amp; my dtm-ers, have a Happeh Holiday! * Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4835562235895835269?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4835562235895835269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4835562235895835269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4835562235895835269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4835562235895835269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/03/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8279504314345784671</id><published>2008-03-24T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:29:25.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time...&lt;br /&gt;I've been passing time watching trains go by&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the sand watching sea birds fly&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there would be someone waiting home for me&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back as lovers go walking past&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they met and what makes it last&lt;br /&gt;If I found the place would I recognize the face&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many quiet walks to take&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams to make&lt;br /&gt;And with so much love to make&lt;br /&gt;I think we're gonna need some time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all we need is time...&lt;br /&gt;And it's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving love songs and lullabies&lt;br /&gt;And there's so much more&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever heard before&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's telling me it must be you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling it'll just be you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe it's you, maybe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you, maybe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you, maybe it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for all of my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8279504314345784671?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8279504314345784671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8279504314345784671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8279504314345784671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8279504314345784671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/03/time.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4590733689362481855</id><published>2008-02-15T16:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:50:28.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you make me feel like an abandoned child. We could solve things in a better way, because it's not like I'm not trying. Was it even sucha big hooha in the first place? Was it my fault? February is jinx. I'm feeling rather uncertain. It seems that, you'd rather spend the day before with your friends. You mean I don't show you as much love as what they can offer? Well, you take your cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week end saw Cny lunch at The Straits Kitchen, Hyatt. Coincidentally when I was ordering my dessert, the grrl whom turned happened to be my so called "friend" or you prefer aquaintance, from the other day's filming. She's "the other only grrl" if you rmb reading my previous post. And we even spurt out "Are you from...?" at the same "go" together. =) I think we really swee lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wanna thank those peeps who stood by me, whom asked questions outta concern, and of course whom were there for me when I needed company, really heart you people lots. =) My right leg really hurts like fuck, and I have problem standing up, sigh! I've gotta go download my Tourism notes! Norman's lessons' getting dry these days &amp; we wanna see less of your chao chao face and more of your teeth so shout it out, "KIWI"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hons urged me to catch P.S. I Love You, cos she said it's a really sweet movie, something like the novel. So, any nice soul wanna catch it with me? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4590733689362481855?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4590733689362481855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4590733689362481855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4590733689362481855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4590733689362481855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-of-all-why-do-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1293760038005630660</id><published>2008-02-14T19:23:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:41:25.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope you lovely couples have a blast out there. Enjoy this significant day, although I know you don't need just one pathetic day to determind how lovey dovey one couple is. It's just that, it's this significant day. I can already visualise pretty grrls in town holding a bouquet of roses on the streets. Seriously, I find 'em looking blissfully sweet, but I'll never like being spotted in that way. Call me boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel there's something so wrong about this new template. Firstly, the terrible aligning. Secondly, I can't fix the damn tagboard, and also my musicbox wordings look sibeh "koyak" thus I took it off! Duh, so unpretty. I've been doing up, and by now, it's already half way to driving me nuts! But this is a good way of keeping me occupied from thinking about unnecessary stuffs. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rather happening in b/w classes, there were many Theme parties going on there was this particular party specially for v day? The whole function area was dimmed, lited with candles and they played sentimental music. But of course I wasn't in the mood for it. My class made a final decision after seating through various presentations, and it's Fidaus's group being selected as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this off, please support "School House Rocks" and "The Leap Years" coming up in Singapore's movie! Both my cousins' productions, say they're damn capable! And, congrats on arrival of another new born baby this coming year. Seems like everything good's coming up! Not referring to myself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Thanks to those who wished me Happeh Birthday (whether before or even after the actual day.) You people damn sweet lah. And thanks Hons for the White wine, you make me day durin' boring classes! I've prolly got a thousand &amp; one pictures with ya, so hurry send it to me aight. And to &lt;u&gt;babe&lt;/u&gt;, I do appreciate what you did afterall, because I know, no one else would do that. =) Xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;You hear a whistling overhead&lt;br /&gt;Are you alive or are you dead?&lt;br /&gt;It's only Thursday&lt;br /&gt;You feel a shaking on the ground&lt;br /&gt;A billion candles burn around&lt;br /&gt;Is it your birthday?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make tomorrow come I think it's too late&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1293760038005630660?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1293760038005630660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1293760038005630660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1293760038005630660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1293760038005630660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5733672573867272930</id><published>2008-02-07T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:23:53.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;WISHING YOU A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu nian xing da yun.&lt;br /&gt;HUAT AH! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5733672573867272930?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5733672573867272930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5733672573867272930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5733672573867272930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5733672573867272930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-year-huat-ah-d.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8338865206495270275</id><published>2008-02-06T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:27:36.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously speaking, one year passed by so damn quickly that I could still rmb what we did last &lt;s&gt;summer&lt;/s&gt; year today. Su and sisters came as well, and my brother fetched the seven of us down to Greatworld to catch a midnight movie, including Begum. (Shrug, can't rmb what movie was that, but it was a comedy.) Could still rmb we saw fireworks along the highway when the clock striked 12! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my class ought to thank Gloria G. for having no class this morning, if not I've gotta pull myself up early just to travel all the way down again. U know how badly moi drag doing that right? And I was supposed to help my mom pluck nuts for desserts as what I was told, but when I woke up just now, I realised my hardwokin' dad did everything promptly already. Love u, dad! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY resolution would be, to speak more Chinese! If not, Gemi &amp; Brandon will think I'm not chinese again, they used to think I was a mixed. Aight, you guys have a blast &amp; do enjoy your reunion dinner! Rmb to "shou ye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Chris Brown is the next best thing! Xoxo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/s_UxIHffiE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/s_UxIHffiE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8338865206495270275?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8338865206495270275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8338865206495270275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8338865206495270275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8338865206495270275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/seriously-one-year-passed-by-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-447971074713761257</id><published>2008-02-05T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:57:56.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard about this on the news yesterday. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgYnJPrCL70"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAID ABUSE BABY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really fucked up, doesn't she realise that 2 month old babies are damn fragile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well anw, one of the comment was damn funny aight! 3/4 of them were basically vulgarities or you may say hatred towards the maid. But this particular comment made me laugh - "Foreign talent" Gees! Now we know. :X Sometimes I feel that Indian workers are more simple, I mean from what we always hear about maids! Some of them are nice, real nice, but the other minority? I'm not sure about that. Tingster's maid, you better be good! I'll sayang you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking pass this block of flat last evening and I smsed baby saying I saw these two Indian workers clearing up the bin. (The one you throw your litter down through the small sewage at home.) And one of them actually picked up a toy truck that was still being able to operate! I saw him sweeping off the dusk on the broken box and left it one side while trying to figure how to operate the toy machine. I thought he prolly gonna bring that back with him that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lives seem so humble, I mean from what I've observed, although we tend to see them holding each others' hands on the streets, I guess that's just cultural difference! And like what baby said, we should learn and be contented with life. Do consider my life's quite blissful already, and I really should appreciate it, shouldn't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/R6gjoe2YRHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DLu9QMe2qGI/s1600-h/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/R6gjoe2YRHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DLu9QMe2qGI/s320/44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163416151163159666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year greeting from Cream!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly to end this off, happeh holidays to all! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wait, who'd you say is the real looser again? Definately not yourself, like please!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-447971074713761257?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/447971074713761257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=447971074713761257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/447971074713761257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/447971074713761257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/heard-about-this-on-news-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/R6gjoe2YRHI/AAAAAAAAAmU/DLu9QMe2qGI/s72-c/44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2699223550112132417</id><published>2008-02-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:54:03.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings! Baby &amp; I both ended class, oh, thank gawd another long Monday has/is gonna pass by. :D I've no idea why, but it's always on Mondays that I'll get splitting headaches! PS, for how many weeks already aight. =( After Communications tests &amp; Fidelio Mock test this afternoon, Mike send us down to Wm for lunch! Btw, I know I'm kind of like late to post this but, Happeh belated 23rd to &lt;u&gt;Mike Benjamin&lt;/u&gt; &amp; 21st &lt;u&gt;Jesvin&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, today I finally tackle the real "Fidelio" cause during last week's tutorial, it was Wends deary who was doing all my assignment. Really jialat, am not kidding. "Create a hotel reservation for Mr. Smith", "Source of Business", "Type Of Room" Ohh my goodness, sounds fun but it gets really confusing at times. Moreover, we've only got 1 pathetic lab lesson per week! However, there are some which are certainly damn fun to "explore". Be nice to the Frontoffice people wherever they happen to act slowly while booking a hotel room for you, huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! NYE's approaching in 2 days' time, which means it's time for reunion dinner everybody! I see merah all over my house, fresh pots of flowers, new year goodies &amp; not forgotting bak kwah. Hmm, not really a big fan of pork in this way thou. This reminded me that my mom asked.. "What are you going to wear for Chinese New year, bought your clothes already?" And then she went, "Terrible lah you!" I needa get dinner dress too, that's like much more important! Well, it's okay really, let's wear black for all. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me's got another test to pia for tomorrow, so BYE. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;em&gt;You keep me going, no matter what happens, lovin' you always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2699223550112132417?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2699223550112132417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2699223550112132417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2699223550112132417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2699223550112132417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/greetings-baby-i-ended-class-oh-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6118823883100930960</id><published>2008-01-28T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:58:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAYLOR SWIFT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tim McGraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUQIV-PCb28&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUQIV-PCb28&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teardrops On My Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves her videos. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6118823883100930960?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6118823883100930960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6118823883100930960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6118823883100930960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6118823883100930960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/taylor-swift-tim-mcgraw.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6409036111146714579</id><published>2008-01-27T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:51:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One.&lt;/strong&gt; Wanna thank &lt;u&gt;Su&lt;/u&gt; for coming down my house area on Friday night! You've always got your way to get things solve. Do endure in times of J's mood swings! Love U. &lt;strong&gt;Two.&lt;/strong&gt; All the best for your dance performance this evening, &lt;u&gt;PL&lt;/u&gt; dearest! You know you'll always have my morale support, way to go grrl! &lt;strong&gt;Three.&lt;/strong&gt; Big thanks to &lt;u&gt;M&lt;/u&gt; for the early birthday present via post! You've always rmb my birthday every year, appreciate it lots. (: Xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: Been awhile since Baby and myself met up with Rachael! Although it was kind of a last minute plan, we've still manage to met up for early dinner (her all time favourite fried Youtiao) and her mad shopping eventually, together wit Siew R. Jess &amp; Jerry joined us later at night! Enjoyed your company, peeps. :D And, &lt;em&gt;greatsuperstar&lt;/em&gt;, I can't send you the songs if you don't come online, ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this off; prawning and "home salon" date coming up, WHEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, and James is crap! "Talk to me ** **** I'm bored!" Sigh, anyway, our next major project's on Turkey, and I'm saying it's major due to a combination of 4 different module combined as one. Gee, let's all celebrate the coming CNY first, get fat, and then talk about serious matters after. For now, I've gotta get started with America, and get my mind glued onto it, so goodbye ya'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/G555GASeKT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/G555GASeKT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6409036111146714579?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6409036111146714579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6409036111146714579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6409036111146714579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6409036111146714579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-like-tattoo-ill-always-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5078324514996163531</id><published>2008-01-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:26:06.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;(Do)&lt;/strong&gt; I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5078324514996163531?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5078324514996163531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5078324514996163531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5078324514996163531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5078324514996163531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-i-deserve-this-bless-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7076633816250846009</id><published>2008-01-24T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T18:03:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEKCHEK PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of spring cleaning, my room's currently Out Of Order ("OOO" in hotel's language) it's kind of messy now. So, I decided to switch to my brother's PC. I guess his comp's like way too advance for me that I had to take sucha long time to set it up? Isn't it supposed to be working btr than mine, and not being a nuisance instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First when I switched it on, it couldn't load properly so fine, I off and restart it. After, it stated "keyboard not being connected", so I pulled out his whole computer table, tried to search for the damn keyboard's plug, off and on the PC, and restart the system for the second time. Then for the third, I was told again "mouse not in tact", gees! And so, I was repeating the same steps over and over again, what happened sial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well now that it's being revived under the powderful hands again, thy should just shuddup and stop whining! Right, I was just kidding, really. I feel bless hokay? And using his flatscreen once again, I've found many songs which I've once downloaded, let's say in Secondary school. That's kind of ol' school baby, reminisce! Thinking back, some songs in the hard disk are rather eew, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were aight today. We've somehow guessed where our expensive fees went to; Sports Hub? *Doubts* Accompanied T to WM cause she had the intention to get gift for the Thai. drummer. Alex T's class was short and sweet and as usual, he wrapped it up with a good laugh. Well groomed, soft spoken, and most of all, no temper (of cos we won't know what goes out his mouth after stepping into the trainer's office) J thinks he's either a gay/metro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not surprising if he is. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sigh, I realised I can't log into MSN on this comp, because the last time I did, which was supposedly eons age, my brother went "Very irritating you know? Everytime I on my computer, your MSN will automatically get connected." Sometimes, I can't decipher these late 20s/30s people, really. UH! But there's still the MSN messanger in the PC, I shall try, laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you ever think your dad &amp; mom gives you unconditional love, will always be there for you 24/7 and never will they ask for return. Prolly nobody else can ever beat 'em in providing you such sacred love; I'll love 'em, no matter what. Love you truck loads too, Khai Begum. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7076633816250846009?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7076633816250846009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7076633816250846009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7076633816250846009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7076633816250846009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/pekchek-please.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7319298996328203580</id><published>2008-01-20T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:40:19.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks for the g'times spent together, Mafia dearest, love you the deepest! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adapting slowly to the early mornings once again. In a blink of an eye, 10 weeks will pass by very quickly, and before I know, it would be the arrival of all sub tests, Cheena New Year - we've visited the lited up Chinatown with Jess &amp; Olga! And not forgetting the arrival of Valentine's Day. Our second together, dear! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning about the coming tests, I've gotta memorise/study the 50 states of America and it's exact location, please imagine. And it's not gonna stop at USA. &lt;em&gt;Georgia, Wisconsin, Connecticut, Maine, Indiana, Missouri, Nevada...&lt;/em&gt; &amp; more. But after this module, we'll be bless with much more knowledge, unlike the previous map idiots. Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sentence I rmb what Norman mentioned throughout the lesson was.. "I've been to.." And at one point, my friends started asking, "So which part have you &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; been to then?" Huahua, we think he secretly works for SIA, knowing so much about the organisation, and he prolly travelled the 5 continents already. (Ok, that's too exaggerating.) He's a great trainer though, peeps like him dearly, so much differenly from the beginning. "Where's you ties, where's your name tags?" ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex T is good too, he's our funneh Mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex T : Nel.. Where's your tie?&lt;br /&gt;Alex T : Please put it on at all time, you see even us trainers gotta wear them daily.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Let's take it out together in class lah?&lt;br /&gt;Alex T : &lt;em&gt;(Seriously speechless)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Mr. T, you're wearing a very bright colour tie.&lt;br /&gt;Student: ... Attract attention (All burst out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my nametag's been hollow without a name for quite some time already. Frigging must change my can't be bothered attitude. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the three lovelies who passed the long trainings, enjoy your work/flight! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7319298996328203580?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7319298996328203580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7319298996328203580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7319298996328203580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7319298996328203580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-satisfied-after-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4301009839808600083</id><published>2008-01-10T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:49:46.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cousin Dawn is getting married at the end of this year, which means there'll be four family weddings to attend. Gosh, is '08 really such an auspicious year, or are they merely coincidental? Should be a bit of both. ((= But anyway, congrats to all soon-to-be husband &amp; wife, have a blissful marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 also means most of "us" will be turning 20 (perhaps me +1, oh man, tell me about it!) But you know, for people with the big 2 in front also means "I'm a grrl, not yet a woman", like kinda stucked between teen and an adult. Well well, CNY's also approaching in less than a month! Everything is coming too quickly all of a sudden. Gotta shop for new clothings soon; head to toe, inside and outside, huahua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as though I've got so much time to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the coming week = feeling totally sian! Early mornings and late evenings. Somebody please kindly whack some senses into me right now. Need to wake up from holiday mode soon. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall somewhere last semester, my classmate and I were getting drinks from the vending machine, where suddenly this trainer from a nearby classroom requested for us to help some students out in a tv programme shooting. They needed two grrls to end the programme off. Some of his students joined this competition on a malay programme and the tv crew was there. It was an episode showing friends in school giving them support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So T, myself and another grrl gotta stand right in front and shout out with the rest words of encouragement, with a silly thumbs up, of cos being told before hand what to say. But guess what, we couldn't catch what we were supposed to mouth cos the producer said too fast in malayu and we didn't catch a single word. Before I can ask "What did you say?" they were already shooting. What a featherbrain. The rest of them were malays, except for the 3 grrls standing in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, at least we helped in making our presence there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna shop online now, so addictive so goodbyez! * ILY BABY *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4301009839808600083?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4301009839808600083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4301009839808600083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4301009839808600083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4301009839808600083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/cousin-dawn-is-getting-married-at-end.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5223239424847417538</id><published>2008-01-06T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:19:48.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='عِشْق، غَرام'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. White shirts (Urgent, before new sem starts!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Organiser (Black/Red.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told this stray cat which always linger outside houses was found fur-less on one side of the body recently. Like seriously, who can tolerate such things. I can't even bear to hear an animal whining or crying in agony. To that &lt;em&gt;fucker&lt;/em&gt; who did it, so do you feel some satisfactory in doing such a thing? I hope your guilt strikes you down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in retribution. (Even in the simplest way of trying to pull someone down.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5223239424847417538?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5223239424847417538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5223239424847417538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5223239424847417538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5223239424847417538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/check-list-1.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1189881848971803931</id><published>2008-01-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:42:24.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Tyra Banks, can you please do up my room like how you did for one of your write-in audience? The new make-over room was simply gorgeous! Such envious, but of cos I do already appreciate my own room and loves it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digress! This afternoon when I woke up, I was astonished by what my mom told me. "You know what happened earlier afternoon, I got scolded by the Postman." Of cos she was being pissed. But wahlau, how rare you'd hear someone telling you that? I stoned for a moment, mind half blanked then prolly because I just woken up and couldn't be bothered by any other things. But after hearing what she has gotta say, I couldn't help but to burst out into laughter instead of the usuals, which is to curse (but of cos inside my heart, and not in front of your own parent as some respect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened. There have been some muslim workers painting up our (so called) new gate these few days, and my dog will always be kept in the house due to the fact that there're muslim workers around. And as a form of respect, my mom told us to close the doors at all time in order not to let the dog run out, cos she's afraid the workers will get frighten by the sight of a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was an exception. At the sound of the postman arriving, Cream dashed to the front of the gate and started barking at the postman. When my mom rushed to hear what the commosion was about, she saw the postman seating still on his bike. At first I sided him and told her prolly because he was afraid Cream would chase the moment he moves off. It's a dog's natural instinct afterall. But after that she mentioned the moment she stepped out to the gate, the postman started scolding w/o hesistating. And I thought he prolly wanted to wait for someone to come out then that was the time he can let out his anger. So at that point after he finished scolding, my mom didn't know what to do, and eventually Cream got the final scolding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But c'mon, it's normal for dogs to bark at postman, they hate the bike sound! I hear my neighbour's, my grandma's, my cousins' dogs barking at postman. R and I even got chased by dog when they hear bike coming towards their direction as well. I know how scary it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, such things are unintentional. We know for ourselves we did not release the dog out on purpose and if my gate happened to have a big hole due to half-way furnishing, then we're really sorry about it. Don't expect us to put another temporary gate behind the gate with a lobang right. And, Cream wouldn't run out either, she's being trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are then, the.. big.. ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564254295889&amp;site=widget-51.slide.com" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564254295889&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/432345564254295889/fr_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564254295889&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/432345564254295889/fr_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rmb baby saw the dogs at my grandma's before! Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1189881848971803931?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1189881848971803931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1189881848971803931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1189881848971803931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1189881848971803931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/miss-tyra-banks-can-you-please-do-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7279773694561098419</id><published>2008-01-03T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:16:52.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, random music videos. Do enjoy, bye! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4k8l2wszuA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4k8l2wszuA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7279773694561098419?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7279773694561098419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7279773694561098419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7279773694561098419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7279773694561098419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7685968631786160734</id><published>2008-01-03T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:15:27.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBcIN1PExk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnBcIN1PExk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh Miss Fergie, we love the MAC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7685968631786160734?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7685968631786160734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7685968631786160734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7685968631786160734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7685968631786160734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-love-m.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8667345363055073804</id><published>2008-01-02T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:52:40.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hope you guys enjoy(ed) your&lt;br /&gt;TW / Bintan / HK / Bkk / Japan / UK trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every teen travels to almost the same places&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, some of us went on the same date!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8667345363055073804?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8667345363055073804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8667345363055073804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8667345363055073804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8667345363055073804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/sheesha.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-3786191501350775701</id><published>2008-01-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:17:52.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPEH NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-3786191501350775701?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3786191501350775701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=3786191501350775701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3786191501350775701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3786191501350775701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2008/01/happeh-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4620188251308222408</id><published>2007-12-31T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:57:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrlfriend's NYR (new year revolution), I mean, resoulution for me this year would be... To do the tongue-sound-thingy well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Bimbo I know, but soon! Soon I'll figure it out okay? Practice makes everything perfect. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurts so much I don't even have the mood to countdown to 2008. Moreover I'm home at this hour when everyone elses are prolly out celebrating! Gees, wait, actually I nv had the intention to celebrate either. Only rmb celebrating this today two years back with Su and sistaz. T/o the night, we were trying to prevent (mostly) workers on the streets from spraying foam on us! Pls imagine how much we wanted to kick their balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, no way, that's so totally eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any oh way, JY mentioned at dining table they wanted to get movie tickets at 9pm this evening but tickets were fully booked. I can imagine how packed town would be at this moment. Time check, 10.55pm, exactly an hour more before the anticipation to countdown begins. Rightfully at Marina South/Bay, either, because I watched the Chinese news, and you know... Locations in Chinese names' my weakness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, to my love ones and everyone elses, may the following year may be a happy, properous and smooth one for you. Throughout 2007, I've learnt to give and take, I've learn to be more understanding, and I've learn that things don't come so easily unless you work hard for it. Some things doesn't go your way, and although the least expected tends to happen, we've still gotta face up and accept it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For R dearest and myself, we've been through laughters and tears, ups and down, experienced happy and sad memories and travelled a few times together. And no matter what, at the end of the day, it'd still be a kiss and make up. Nothing is so bad unless it concerns a life; there'll be a way to get things solve! Pls rmb I'll always be there for you dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you in 2007, and loving you more as we usher a brand new 2008 together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our lovely 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/R3kfUFm5rTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C7CDLyXwAxc/s1600-h/Swiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/R3kfUFm5rTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C7CDLyXwAxc/s400/Swiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150182078838058290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could nua on this bed twentyfourseven and play fiveten all night long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4620188251308222408?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4620188251308222408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4620188251308222408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4620188251308222408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4620188251308222408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/12/grrlfriends-nyr-new-year-revolution-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/R3kfUFm5rTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C7CDLyXwAxc/s72-c/Swiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6060666313056050881</id><published>2007-12-30T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:14:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Back at 6am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The Pavilion is an amazingly huge shopping mall;&lt;br /&gt;It gives you the feel you'll never be able to finish walking/shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've had lotsa fun with Sayang. &lt;br /&gt;We shall compete drinking-playing 5-10, watching endless shows, having late night dinner again! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I still can't get over the fact we missed our buffet, I had the intention to eat the congee. Gees! Baby, you shall cook for me next time yah. Hee!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya later on a rainy Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you K. Begum,&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6060666313056050881?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6060666313056050881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6060666313056050881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6060666313056050881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6060666313056050881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/12/pavilion-is-amazingly-big-shopping-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7292775082378392619</id><published>2007-12-26T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:10:18.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anticipating.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;New born baby arriving in mid 2008, in Miss Tingster's crib yoz!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna lemme play until siao I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s, I-Will-Be-Back, which means space to be filled up again! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happeh Boxing Day guys! Have a blast opening Christmas presents. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, have lotza fun at HongKong, the Lyn sistaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7292775082378392619?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7292775082378392619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7292775082378392619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7292775082378392619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7292775082378392619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-born-baby-arrving-in-mid-2008-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4421922262960063762</id><published>2007-12-24T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T02:22:48.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday to &quot;The First Noel&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lovely brother.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564254152920&amp;site=widget-d8.slide.com" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564254152920&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p1/432345564254152920/fr_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564254152920&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p2/432345564254152920/fr_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas makes you feel emotional&lt;br /&gt;It may bring parties or thoughts devotional&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens or what may be,&lt;br /&gt;Here is what Christmas time means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City sidewalk, busy sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;dressed in holiday style.&lt;br /&gt;In the air there's&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children laughing, people passing,&lt;br /&gt;meeting smile after smile,&lt;br /&gt;And on every street corner you'll hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver bells, silver bells,&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time in the city.&lt;br /&gt;Ring-a-ling, hear them ring,&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ism7eGtrXg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ism7eGtrXg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a joyous Christmas spent with your family &amp; friends! &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4421922262960063762?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4421922262960063762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4421922262960063762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4421922262960063762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4421922262960063762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-makes-you-feel-emotional-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1311122818879781551</id><published>2007-12-21T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:37:53.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ctis outing, somewhere in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564254108870&amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564254108870&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p1/432345564254108870/fr_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564254108870&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p2/432345564254108870/fr_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hi guys! Exams' finally over (last Saturday, to be exact!) And so it means time for celebration and a short vacation, isn't it? Everyone around's either back/left/going for holiday! Have lots of fun, all of us! :D Quite a hand full of things took place these two months, like; visit to Amara Hotel, Night Safari for 3-in-1, airport for more A380 information (but to no avail cos the office was closed), Sentosa for our 2nd Ctis outing and visit to Changi Terminal 3 (which I didn't manage to turn up.) Others include the crew coming to my house for filming for some Kids' Central thingy this time, and some other things which I swear I can't remember for now because I'm already late in meeting Tiff, and baby. Right now, my mind can't think anymore from viewing a few hundred pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy shall update another time, tata! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1311122818879781551?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1311122818879781551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1311122818879781551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1311122818879781551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1311122818879781551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/12/ctis-outing-somewhere-in-september.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5501636667971611823</id><published>2007-11-04T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:25:24.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Unintended.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took so long searching for this song.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to self! But anw, this song is L-O-L-O-L-O-V-E! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bHTvbSf92v"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bHTvbSf92v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks had already passed by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Another 1 more month &amp; it's time to relax again. Holiday/Travel-ling?! :D&lt;br /&gt;For now, its time to pull up the black stockings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, or rather 1 month plus&lt;br /&gt;Moi's been held up with tests, projects &amp; assignments&lt;br /&gt;Everythang much the same like with the same ol' routine&lt;br /&gt;AND of cos, meet-ups with Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got an up-coming project on "service"&lt;br /&gt;Despite the usual related assignments we've already did during class&lt;br /&gt;I still rmb we did sth related to "Adult Air" &amp; my trainer actually agreed to it&lt;br /&gt;Doubt many heard of such "extra service" on board; But I thot it was kinda gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we'll be doing on SIA &amp; MAS, thanks to gorgeous Kol!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ed told us some other groups will be doing on SIA's as well&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a few of their dads...&lt;br /&gt;Which they can be of quite a good help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for d other project on "QS"&lt;br /&gt;There's this group whom went on a cruise just to find out "The Moment Of Truth"&lt;br /&gt;Each group gotta visit a visitor attraction &amp; my groupies have yet to even start on anything&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Alvin: What's the organisation for Hotels? You don't gimme the answer, none of you are allowed to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Student A: S-H-A&lt;br /&gt;Student B: Quek Lim Beng (Hotel tycoon in Sg)&lt;br /&gt;Student C: The government! (Obviously anyohhow "pom" an answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Alvin: No, there's no organisation for it, and in Singapore, it's up to the hotels to rate the number of stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students A-Z: Wah lau aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And straight after the discussions, we immediately switched to Bedok 85's Bar-chor-mee, obviously more interested in dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they say we've gotta apply what we learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA Travel.&lt;br /&gt;1. What is currently the largest cruise in the world: Freedom Of The Seas, owned by The Royal Carribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAND.&lt;br /&gt;2. In which countries can you find the following trains:&lt;br /&gt;(a) Eurostar: France, England, Belgium&lt;br /&gt;(b) TGV: France&lt;br /&gt;(c) ICE Trains: Netherlands, Switzerland &amp; Austria&lt;br /&gt;(d) Shinkansen: Japan&lt;br /&gt;(e) Maglev Trains: Shanghai, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIR Travel.&lt;br /&gt;8 Freedoms Of The Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom 1: Right of an airline to fly over one country to get to another&lt;br /&gt;(Eg) SQ flying over M'sia to get to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom 2: Right of an airline to stop in another country for fuel/maintenance, but not to pick up/drop off passengers&lt;br /&gt;(Eg) SQ flying to US and stopping over at Japan for fuelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom 3: Right of an airline to drop off in a foreign country traffic from the country which it is registered&lt;br /&gt;(Eg) SQ dropping off passengers picked up in Sg in Hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom 8: Right of an airline registered in a foreign country to carry passengers between two points in the same foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(Eg) SQ carrying passengers from Jakata to Bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this off,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna wish Wends a Happeh Belated 19th Birthday &lt;br /&gt;(Thanks for the birthday donut! Grin) &lt;br /&gt;And to Qing, all the best for exams tmr! Add oil ya. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, where'd you get yo body from?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where'd you get yo body from...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5501636667971611823?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5501636667971611823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5501636667971611823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5501636667971611823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5501636667971611823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/11/unintended.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2922483584457732373</id><published>2007-10-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:08:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James says: Selamat Hari Raya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this goes out to all our muslim friends, have a blast you guys! Especially that somebody who was trying hard to fight boredom while watching Catwoman, starring Halle Berry's. Be happeh, at least she's hawt. As hawt as the pair of flipflops we saw at Surfshop last evening. Hee! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got two videos to share, and these make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear I want a piece of this baby! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching this for ten over times can you believe it&lt;br /&gt;She's so adorable! I love the part where Ally threw her crayons and gave the typical bimbotic "Whateverrrr" with the hand sign, rolling her eyes *Lmao*&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to smile whenever I watch the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I've been Youtube-ing half of my afternoon away&lt;br /&gt;This one's on NTU's Professor; Lin you've gotta watch this cos it's like really hilarious &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind having sucha open minded teacher because you know classes will nv be boring!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bsil's gon' add some life to my night! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2922483584457732373?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2922483584457732373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2922483584457732373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2922483584457732373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2922483584457732373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-this-baby-makes-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-56969268910507404</id><published>2007-09-28T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:12:21.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to a conclusion that it ain't an easy task picking your favourite Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, here are some of mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ugustana - Boston&lt;br /&gt;Audiophile Andrea Zoon - Better Be Home Soon&lt;br /&gt;Audiophile Emi Fujita - Desperado&lt;br /&gt;Audiophile Eva Cassidy - Fields of Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;reaking Benjamin - Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;oldplay - The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On&lt;br /&gt;Craig David - Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;mbrace - Gravity&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias - Escape&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know What It Feels Like (Pingpong Song)&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton - You Look Wonderful Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Enya - Amarantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;uns N' Roses - November Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ames Blunt - 1973&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - Life Is Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez Feat Fat Joe - Hold You Down&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake Feat 50 cent - She Wants It (Ayo Technology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;assari - Real Love&lt;br /&gt;Mew - She Came Home For Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Michael Buble - Home&lt;br /&gt;Mono - Life In Mono&lt;br /&gt;Muse - Starlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;asis - So Sally Can Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; Diddy Feat Keisha Cole - Last Night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ascal Flatts - What Hurts The Most&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna Feat Jay-Z - Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;Rivermaya - You'll Be Safe Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ean Kingston - Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;Snowpatrol - Run&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Heart&lt;br /&gt;Suede - Beautiful Ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;amia - Love In A Special Way&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries - Zombie&lt;br /&gt;Timberland - The Way I Are&lt;br /&gt;Travis - Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, Baby &amp; I encountered another weird experience at Central, now for the 3rd time, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking on the streets, and suddenly this guy approached us. Thinking he prolly wanted to ask either for a lighter or something else apart from cash, we stopped to listen. He's roughly around our age, punk-rock dressing, chinese national, bald, &amp; have got tattoo over his head and body. He walked towards both of us, and asked so courteously if we could spare him some coins because according to what he said, he claimed he had "loose his wallet" and needed cash to take the NR home. Uh huh, so the kind-hearted grrlfriend of mine took out her wallet and gave him some coins, while I stared blankly thinking what she was thinking. Why did she even bother giving the coins, when obviously that guy was lying. Though I know it's only a small sum of money, I felt it wasn't worthwhile. Apparently, he gave himself away through the way he communicated with us, plus his ("hmm.. hmm..") kinda facial expressions. After he had gotten the money, he went off, and here was our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why did you gave him money? It's so obvious he was lying."&lt;br /&gt;R: "I knew he was lying, but nvm la." &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ye ok, take it as 'donation' lor."&lt;br /&gt;R: "He's telling a NR person that he's gonna take NR on a Week day." (Sounding calm)&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Oh yah! Since when there's NR on a week day? I didn't thought of that; That makes him a even bigger liar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't even realised about the NR thing until Baby mentioned. But it's okay, I believe in retribution. God have eyes to see. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lantern Festival was well spent with d other 6 @ the beach (Baby &amp; I were there probably 3-4 times in a row) Just seating by the shore, facing d endless, calm sea, having out dinner, listening to live band, feeling the chill, having small chats. Thanks for spending time with me, baby. You definately make my day. Mwah! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-56969268910507404?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/56969268910507404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=56969268910507404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/56969268910507404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/56969268910507404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-come-to-conclusion-that-it-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6186960148638861322</id><published>2007-09-25T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:18:47.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Festives, festives.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happeh Mooncake/Lantern Festival to all&lt;br /&gt;There are like tins &amp; tins of mooncakes at home&lt;br /&gt;Yet the funneh thing is,&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to open any and eat, &amp; I doubt I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RvjdluzqMII/AAAAAAAAAls/I4eHqI3t8eQ/s1600-h/Photo-1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RvjdluzqMII/AAAAAAAAAls/I4eHqI3t8eQ/s320/Photo-1671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114081017168801922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years back this time; Cous, PL &amp; myself were at M'sia buying Mooncakes&lt;br /&gt;Last year; Qing, Ching, Baby, Wakj &amp; myself were at P.Park&lt;br /&gt;Having some lantern loving &amp; Mac breakfast in the wee morning&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to have more fun this year (Thou childhood memories' still da best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about which, another year had passed so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Like really fucken fast, it's kinda scary&lt;br /&gt;This year will be the same&lt;br /&gt;We'll have lotsa fun tonight guys! Seeya all. :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6186960148638861322?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6186960148638861322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6186960148638861322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6186960148638861322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6186960148638861322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/09/festives-festives.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RvjdluzqMII/AAAAAAAAAls/I4eHqI3t8eQ/s72-c/Photo-1671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1918411957387714964</id><published>2007-09-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:19:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Slow down baby.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Singa, pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="426" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564241245270&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564241245270&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/432345564241245270/fr_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564241245270&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/432345564241245270/fr_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, this slide speaks Random with a big R&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated to the grrlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm bored; waiting for the grrl to end work and pick me up!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Singa, do you see any resemblence? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it was to the salon this evening&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's not mention about the in-between process&lt;br /&gt;Baby rode me down town&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about the roads there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way traffic all the way&lt;br /&gt;Miss one exit, and there you go baby&lt;br /&gt;It's just like the highway&lt;br /&gt;But riding is getting, way fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with SU on Fri&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather last minute decision actually&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad we still manage to meet up&lt;br /&gt;Soon again okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the SIL(s) last evening&lt;br /&gt;New Grapevine for chilling &amp; relaxing&lt;br /&gt;And then Y. Dam with Baby's (ex) colleagues&lt;br /&gt;Another week is passing by in a couple of hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but hopefully the coming week won't pass by too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lanterns, Mooncakes, Fullmoon *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1918411957387714964?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1918411957387714964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1918411957387714964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1918411957387714964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1918411957387714964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-down-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5517079257264135481</id><published>2007-09-21T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:37:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Dream catch me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Over the past few weeks, I had aplenty to blog about&lt;br /&gt;But, I just didn't have the time &lt;br /&gt;Everyday was filled with sth for me to do&lt;br /&gt;Boy, hafta admit I haven't felt so hectic in a longest time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either I ended lessons early &amp; gotta rush projects&lt;br /&gt;Or, I ended late &amp; hang out with classmates or met up with Baby&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it I guess&lt;br /&gt;Just the week before exams, I had 3 presentations plus projects to submit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiong like mad, gees! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is ...&lt;br /&gt;Exams are &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; I'm like super glad la!&lt;br /&gt;Like finally a holiday for me &amp; the Gf&lt;br /&gt;We really need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, feel so shiok typing away now, like sucha relieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not saying I'm gonna pass with flying colours&lt;br /&gt;Tourism, which was this morning's paper was aight (Who doesn't like TOUR-ism?)&lt;br /&gt;Housekeeping can go &amp; die&lt;br /&gt;Econs, Eng &amp; Front Office (Way to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, SIM was sucha bliss (Attendance's sense)&lt;br /&gt;Although a six day week&lt;br /&gt;But each day, it was only 3 hours of lecture&lt;br /&gt;And that was all for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it was bearly 3 full hours&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even attend cos marking attendance was easy&lt;br /&gt;Even when you decide to be absent / late for the lecture&lt;br /&gt;All you do is call someone &amp; ask them to do you a small favour ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall having this call from the admin,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, is this ..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, can you please don't write your initials for the next sem's attendance"&lt;br /&gt;"You have to sign it, thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I had lotsa fun there with my 2 lovely khakis&lt;br /&gt;And of cos Mr Duong ((:&lt;br /&gt;We always had long tea breaks, ended up seating, gossping, slacking &lt;br /&gt;Lunch breaks from the Foodcourt &amp; definately the Megabites Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mention before I love SIM's facilities, yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this Security Guard that we tend to be weary of&lt;br /&gt;Even NP students got caught by him before, right that somebody? :p&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, it sounds rather ridiculous, haha&lt;br /&gt;Being neighbouring school with the Gf's thumbs up as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Miss Begum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong xi ni &lt;/strong&gt;in achieving your way early birthday present!&lt;br /&gt;You don't hafta wait till the end of the year anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now you have it all grrl! Mwah! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, while I was 3/4 dozing off whilst mugging for my last paper&lt;br /&gt;I received her sms saying she was already outside my house w Wakj&lt;br /&gt;Went out &amp; had a free ride-about up and down the lane &lt;br /&gt;Gawd, it was almost my virgin ride (Or perhaps 2nd attempt) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RvNjvuzqMDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WVYILeAa0y8/s1600-h/1_412467735l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RvNjvuzqMDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WVYILeAa0y8/s320/1_412467735l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112539673665351730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing to myself when I saw this picture;&lt;br /&gt;The day T, K, N &amp; myself went Ahboy to get helmet&lt;br /&gt;Who'd wear a PINK helmet and walk in broad day light on the streets of Lavender?&lt;br /&gt;It was a dare from Tiff. ;p &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5517079257264135481?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5517079257264135481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5517079257264135481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5517079257264135481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5517079257264135481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/09/over-past-few-weeks-i-had-aplenty-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RvNjvuzqMDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/WVYILeAa0y8/s72-c/1_412467735l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8152302158636817186</id><published>2007-08-21T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:02:39.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;On the verge of -- Something beautiful.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF4RyB50Xus"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF4RyB50Xus" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Miss Swan, keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, so early today?"&lt;br /&gt;Was what I was greeted from my mom the moment I stepped home&lt;br /&gt;School makes one drained up, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it seems like everyone elses' coping fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their sleeping habits like perhaps 2-3hrs a day&lt;br /&gt;I seriously salute to them&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still happeh&lt;br /&gt;Funneh friends neutralises the whole cycle, aplenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos the love from the grrl friend &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought guys like playing the games in PSP more than Nintendo&lt;br /&gt;The classmates, both genders are currently going gaga over DS Lite&lt;br /&gt;And now, there's 8 of them owning it playing in b/w lessons! "Cooking Momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house's currently empty, with me &amp; the dog&lt;br /&gt;Cream definately lifts up to her "bitch" title (some... times) &lt;br /&gt;She was busy "guarding" her precious dinner as usual last night&lt;br /&gt;&amp; itchy fingers of mine went to "ka jiao" her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you know what happened: inserts evil growls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time sweeteh, bring your vcds over &amp; we can have movie marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any oh way, I took a glimpse of kor's new car last night&lt;br /&gt;Must say it's more to red-dish colour &amp; so I like it&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly like Brig's, and his is of a bigger CC&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness, or he'd look so sissy driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that both my two lao da(s) are being blessed with their cars&lt;br /&gt;They shall continue to pamper their meimei &amp; thy shall seat back and relax&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my project soon, yes I know, what a drag&lt;br /&gt;Let's start da ball rolling, ttfn!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally don't think this should be categorise under "FUNNY": &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hPxGmTGarM"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother panda had a shock! Grin, cuteness: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzRH3iTQPrk"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8152302158636817186?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8152302158636817186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8152302158636817186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8152302158636817186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8152302158636817186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-verge-of-something-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-961908112797509772</id><published>2007-08-19T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:37:26.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I need; SingaEpal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hold You Down.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And so, the classmates are on their way for steamboat lovin'&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be joining&lt;br /&gt;Cos of the the bad running nose that's dampening my mood to eat anything too much&lt;br /&gt;It's still flowing like a tap, and it won't stoppped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like baby has recovered and now's my turn again&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we just recovered not too long ago?&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be like taking turns to fall ill huh, honey&lt;br /&gt;Hope Jessie Bsil's feeling better too, have more rest grrl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I wanna know if there's anyone out there who're experiencing the same blogging problem as myself&lt;br /&gt;After posting up an entry, and saving it&lt;br /&gt;You clicked onto your own blog&lt;br /&gt;And yet you don't getta see the new entry even though it had already been saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On blogger, instead of seeing the &lt;u&gt;day&lt;/u&gt; of the entry&lt;br /&gt;You see the &lt;u&gt;timing&lt;/u&gt; instead&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've this feeling it's just blogger being lagging&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, it doesn't concern life &amp; death any oh way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hung up the phone with Baby&lt;br /&gt;I love the grrl&lt;br /&gt;And I found the song she wanted&lt;br /&gt;Pounces on honaye ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I was window shoppin' (internet does wonders)&lt;br /&gt;Givin' me an urge to shop right at this instant&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to YX, we were shopping at Veevoo a few days back&lt;br /&gt;And she had gotten herself a lovely Gap dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this Zara dress as well&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight aight&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried it at the fitting room &amp; realised it was still too flare&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad sth stopped me from getting it on impulse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends equal to Fireworks festival equals town being packed&lt;br /&gt;Spent last evening with Bb &amp; Je(s), and J(s) later came along&lt;br /&gt;Ate at this Thai-Halal place and were supposed to chill @ Loof&lt;br /&gt;But it was full house thus we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at Jeremiah's "chalet"&lt;br /&gt;Bought supper up and did the usuals&lt;br /&gt;Watched this Hongkie show as well&lt;br /&gt;It was lame yet hilarious, grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, fireworks reminded me of last Fri&lt;br /&gt;It was twice that we were having buffet and in the hotel room that we heard the fireworks going on, randomly&lt;br /&gt;With Bb, cousin and her friends&lt;br /&gt;We gotta glimpse a li'l cos it was along Clarke Quay area as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights ago, Bb &amp; I had an encounter with this psycho @ Srng Central&lt;br /&gt;Omg, the few of you who stays there please keep a lookout&lt;br /&gt;The middle aged man was like acting so strangely&lt;br /&gt;And I was so freaked out by him, I immediately asked Bb to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was practically pulling her away&lt;br /&gt;And from far, he spotted us leaving and he stared over at me&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how freaky it was &lt;br /&gt;After that I saw him searching for us after we left! Gees, wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this whole week was darn packed&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's over, or is it more coming, gawd :(&lt;br /&gt;Was awaiting for Fri, and now before I realised, a brand new week is approaching&lt;br /&gt;Had two tests on, assignments, and hadta rush for Wed's presentation as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on certain days, we stayed back till like 7plus pm &lt;br /&gt;Either in school or some cafes to gets things completed&lt;br /&gt;My groupies were great, in a sense, responsible &amp; united&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying for the rest of my groupmates for other modules to be the same :/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-961908112797509772?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/961908112797509772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=961908112797509772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/961908112797509772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/961908112797509772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-just-hung-up-phone-with-baby-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5543262946429515545</id><published>2007-08-10T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:23:03.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Fruitful.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-36.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564231736630&amp;site=widget-36.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564231736630&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p1/432345564231736630/fr_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;ad=0&amp;id=432345564231736630&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p2/432345564231736630/fr_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tgif once again&lt;br /&gt;Gees ((:&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys spent the public holiday well&lt;br /&gt;Pri/Sec sch students seems to have better life though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro drove me to school this morning&lt;br /&gt;And the highway was super clear unlike any other days&lt;br /&gt;Most prolly due to a scheduled school holiday&lt;br /&gt;School per norm for tertiary students like most of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my family are being featured in &lt;strong&gt;The New Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan's sucha cutie&lt;br /&gt;He keeps looking for the jelly fish&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the water during the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was spectacular&lt;br /&gt;First time watching "live" apart from Pri 5?&lt;br /&gt;Whole stage's like right in front of our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Though we weren't there itself but in the hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City hall was packed like, omg&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere blocked from police officers&lt;br /&gt;And when Su, Sha &amp; I reached&lt;br /&gt;Lin told me there's reporters in our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only knew that before we went up the rooms&lt;br /&gt;But they needed people being featured to be wearing red &amp; white&lt;br /&gt;Of cos we weren't &lt;br /&gt;And no way did we wanted to be part of the peektures as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something lame happened at school this morning&lt;br /&gt;Fire drill!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, fucking defeated the purpose&lt;br /&gt;Everyone were taking their own sweet time walking down to the swimming complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwXn87Qg2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/cq4fldKXdUI/s1600-h/IMG02o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwXn87Qg2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/cq4fldKXdUI/s320/IMG02o.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096974853413569378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;One of them was in chef hat;&lt;br /&gt;The long and tall one. :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more hillarious part was seeing students in chefs or the others with the vest&lt;br /&gt;Like they were actually in the middle of practical lessons&lt;br /&gt;And gotta rush out&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure they were already informed before hand like my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff said &lt;br /&gt;"No thrill already la Miss Diah, you tell us now we know..."&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;And the moment she called for my name to answer this qn, the alarm went out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class laughed!&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness&lt;br /&gt;Cedric gave me a nick&lt;br /&gt;Make fun somemore la huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwXXM7Qg1I/AAAAAAAAAkU/oX72Vu7ANl0/s1600-h/IMG00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwXXM7Qg1I/AAAAAAAAAkU/oX72Vu7ANl0/s320/IMG00.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096974565650760530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;She brought a kitten back to class.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwW487Qg0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/WOkA5x9saEs/s1600-h/IMG019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwW487Qg0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/WOkA5x9saEs/s320/IMG019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096974045959717698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There! So cute li'l baby. ((: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's buffet tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeeha, gotta go get changed soon and meet baby and sister&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I had buffet&lt;br /&gt;I know it's damn not worth it for my appetite but I so don't bother now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an enjoyable week ends lovely people &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5543262946429515545?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5543262946429515545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5543262946429515545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5543262946429515545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5543262946429515545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/tgif-its-friday-once-again-oh-well-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrwXn87Qg2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/cq4fldKXdUI/s72-c/IMG02o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6381681916412270732</id><published>2007-08-09T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:45:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Happeh Birthday Singapore!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrERs7QgzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GF4EbvxAS8M/s1600-h/IMG005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrERs7QgzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GF4EbvxAS8M/s320/IMG005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096601736719663922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He just gotta spoil my peekture;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrEMM7QgyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/E72dyBiNJ6Q/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrEMM7QgyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/E72dyBiNJ6Q/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096601642230383394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Diah's Eng Presentation&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrEF87QgxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/oVnHGICE_04/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrEF87QgxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/oVnHGICE_04/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096601534856200978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wheel of Verbytune!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrDqM7QgwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QjE5dNvC8YY/s1600-h/IMG019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrDqM7QgwI/AAAAAAAAAjs/QjE5dNvC8YY/s320/IMG019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096601058114831106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss Nepal so excited.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrDic7QgvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/KP7nbxaP0y4/s1600-h/IMG003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrDic7QgvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/KP7nbxaP0y4/s320/IMG003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096600924970844914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chefs at work!&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing the kitchen.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We've completed Modality in just an afternoon yst&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad I guess&lt;br /&gt;One down, but three more to go&lt;br /&gt;Not very comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the Public Holiday&lt;br /&gt;And everyone seems to have their own activities&lt;br /&gt;People like Miss Wend Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always seem to be bumping w/o fear at town&lt;br /&gt;It was last night outside Cathay with Lena&lt;br /&gt;Even Bb thinks I'm so lucky cos I was pending whether to go down the pub&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cute grrls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Tiff took a train down w me after school last evening&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Bb for a li'l while @ Mos&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting Audrey&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,&lt;br /&gt;I was like super shocked&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that "I Am A Fan Of Gwen... Wan" on friendster&lt;br /&gt;Like omg, since when a friend became my idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realised there's this advertisement&lt;br /&gt;"With a big BOOT" &lt;br /&gt;Indirect meaning if you gettit&lt;br /&gt;She's currently in that adv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get changed soon&lt;br /&gt;To the hotel&lt;br /&gt;WHEE, before the road closes&lt;br /&gt;See ya people! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6381681916412270732?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6381681916412270732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6381681916412270732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6381681916412270732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6381681916412270732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/happeh-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrrERs7QgzI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GF4EbvxAS8M/s72-c/IMG005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7655971927597483245</id><published>2007-08-07T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:50:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Long Overdue.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhDhgNQJMI/AAAAAAAAAis/44cUTC4ifEE/s1600-h/Photo-2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhDhgNQJMI/AAAAAAAAAis/44cUTC4ifEE/s320/Photo-2041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095897221229978818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The 1/2 a year ago's us.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhD4ANQJNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vkBd4iVARB0/s1600-h/Photo-2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhD4ANQJNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vkBd4iVARB0/s320/Photo-2039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095897607777035474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nephew and nieces on CNY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhEDQNQJOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/cWoO_zf5dMc/s1600-h/Photo-2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhEDQNQJOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/cWoO_zf5dMc/s320/Photo-2061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095897801050563810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I didn't have a chance to post these up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mos's Corn soup's the bomb&lt;br /&gt;Swear I wish I've another cuppa soup on hand now&lt;br /&gt;Sulk&lt;br /&gt;Drank it yst &amp; today and I still can't have enough of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want more like tmr, heheh&lt;br /&gt;* Stares at baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't be pissed already ya&lt;br /&gt;Take it as you gave 15mins to donation &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every station I went today&lt;br /&gt;There were students doing flag day all day long&lt;br /&gt;And they seemed to have already aimed you from a far&lt;br /&gt;I know cos I did once before &amp; it's enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly hantus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode passed sec school this evening&lt;br /&gt;Saw Miss Audrey Feng with a bucha students&lt;br /&gt;No changes for her, still looking the same&lt;br /&gt;And I reckon she's still a Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sucka&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stay back for Modality tmr&lt;br /&gt;And more tests and presentations coming up&lt;br /&gt;Whee, how sexciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon lesson was like hell&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Tiff, Wend, Jane, Aud, Daph &amp; Zy&lt;br /&gt;And Norman's class was immediately after we ate&lt;br /&gt;In d end, three of us slept during pathetic 5 mins' break and even dreamt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhLjgNQJPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/1P5k7yIHnv0/s1600-h/Photo-0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhLjgNQJPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/1P5k7yIHnv0/s320/Photo-0080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095906051682739442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;After Liquid's.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhOWANQJSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xj-fLGOjMK4/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhOWANQJSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xj-fLGOjMK4/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095909118289388834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking head's hurting&lt;br /&gt;You guys have a great evening&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get started on my assignments&lt;br /&gt;So, ttfn&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7655971927597483245?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7655971927597483245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7655971927597483245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7655971927597483245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7655971927597483245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/moss-corn-soups-bomb-i-wish-ive-another.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrhDhgNQJMI/AAAAAAAAAis/44cUTC4ifEE/s72-c/Photo-2041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-3875352635792105279</id><published>2007-08-06T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:44:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Da Jia Hao.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc4ZwNQJII/AAAAAAAAAiM/YgJcClOsiQQ/s1600-h/IMG0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc4ZwNQJII/AAAAAAAAAiM/YgJcClOsiQQ/s320/IMG0.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095603518481376386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The flu bug running within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the very lack of updates!&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Thus, last two weeks were mainly&lt;br /&gt;Out with the school mates at different occassions and of cos baby&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the time I'd be in school like any other student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc4-wNQJLI/AAAAAAAAAik/xwnhSEGpDG0/s1600-h/IMG007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc4-wNQJLI/AAAAAAAAAik/xwnhSEGpDG0/s320/IMG007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095604154136536242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with these lovely people would be fun&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try E2Max again&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I ended up sleeping on baby's lap&lt;br /&gt;Seriously k-o, and shagged Bsil as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I was trying hard to log into blogger&lt;br /&gt;It was lagging big time, bloody balls&lt;br /&gt;From now, am gon' make my entries short &amp; sweet&lt;br /&gt;So that no matter how tired I am, I will still blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons ended late as usual for a Monday&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat Sha's lesson's timing though&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Teresa &amp; Keith&lt;br /&gt;And my friends say I looka lika Peranakan, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes going back during the peak period la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd Miss H's lessons are long yet always entertaining&lt;br /&gt;"You guys think you're in the Highschool Musical?"&lt;br /&gt;"What, when's your school holidays? Clashes with pri &amp; sec school? Thank goodness, but omg, holidays means gon' have kids everywhere!"&lt;br /&gt;She and her locking of doors after the given break time and "bar chor mee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc0KwNQJHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DTtKhAjZQkM/s1600-h/Photo-0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc0KwNQJHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DTtKhAjZQkM/s320/Photo-0079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095598862736827506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Some peektures of school.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcztwNQJGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WF_GYkOqJjw/s1600-h/IMG024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcztwNQJGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WF_GYkOqJjw/s320/IMG024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095598364520621154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is mua everyday.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrczZANQJFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7v70t9uO85A/s1600-h/DSC06035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrczZANQJFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7v70t9uO85A/s320/DSC06035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095598008038335570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Knowledgeable James.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrczEgNQJEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e14y8DFfosc/s1600-h/IMG019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrczEgNQJEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/e14y8DFfosc/s320/IMG019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597655851017282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That rainy afternoon where every one wanted a piece of Michael's vehicle.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrcy2wNQJDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/n_jiK3kWvNM/s1600-h/IMG005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrcy2wNQJDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/n_jiK3kWvNM/s320/IMG005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597419627815986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Presentations.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxTQNQJAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/nAgS0u_-9hI/s1600-h/IMG035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxTQNQJAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/nAgS0u_-9hI/s320/IMG035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595710230832130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Guess what's she playing!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxhANQJBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ayex3RA6Y3c/s1600-h/IMG034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxhANQJBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ayex3RA6Y3c/s320/IMG034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595946454033426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nintendo DS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxLgNQI_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/n14cEckgEvA/s1600-h/IMG036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxLgNQI_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/n14cEckgEvA/s320/IMG036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595577086845938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I always tell her everyone can see her from a far. :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxDQNQI-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/KLIxg8lM5Ak/s1600-h/IMG083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RrcxDQNQI-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/KLIxg8lM5Ak/s320/IMG083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595435352925154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;School's acting restaurant.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrcw7QNQI9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/q4SdV2rx7lA/s1600-h/IMG085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrcw7QNQI9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/q4SdV2rx7lA/s320/IMG085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095595297913971666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And my dearest(s), I wanna be there on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to go down in d evening since it's National Day!&lt;br /&gt;Let's wear red &amp; white.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm really kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Whee, &amp; it'd be the arrival of the week ends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so cannot wait for more fun!&lt;br /&gt;Need thangs to spice up my life&lt;br /&gt;Apart from BB&lt;br /&gt;I need her love 24/7, love 'ew on a quiet Monday night. &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-3875352635792105279?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3875352635792105279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=3875352635792105279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3875352635792105279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3875352635792105279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-gon-make-my-entries-short-sweet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rrc4ZwNQJII/AAAAAAAAAiM/YgJcClOsiQQ/s72-c/IMG0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4207127636423000098</id><published>2007-07-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:30:39.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;"Sebuloh" Fun Facts.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Home early today because mentor's on MC. (Bb reminded me that we're lucky cos it always happen to be the last lesson of the supposedly long day.) Just like the week before. If not, I won't be typing here right now. Anw, Bb's the cutest this morning! Hee. And I shall try and start on research but laters, been procrastinating far too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-4ANQI3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ksz52tUr2k8/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-4ANQI3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ksz52tUr2k8/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091458879335703410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Classmates presenting;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Ideal Resort"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-fwNQI1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/9wYZPqtA__Q/s1600-h/IMG014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-fwNQI1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/9wYZPqtA__Q/s320/IMG014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091458462723875666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-rwNQI2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/j7cjv_eo4nc/s1600-h/IMG015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-rwNQI2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/j7cjv_eo4nc/s320/IMG015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091458668882305890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Groupies;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what's ours. (As in our resort's name.)&lt;br /&gt;Groupmate drew a birdeye view layout of our resort, not too bad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I like module, Front Office; Miss P.H's kinda fun(ny), and while telling us about her many oversea's work trip cum pictorials, it led me thinking about my future.... holiday plans. Haha! At least I've a clearer picture of how hotels operates. Now I know Hotel Rendevous's been awarded the most no. of Chef hats. Go try their foodies! I think her favourite's Sheralton &amp; Shangrila cos she keeps mentioning these two. Group presentations for her subject tends to crack the whole class up with lotsa laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. T had a great fall from a flight of staircase the day before and it shocked Wend, Lena &amp; me! I'm serious, she knocked off my drink, tripped down right from the top, fell to the center portion, and landed on her head on concrete floor. That grrl's plain lucky, swear. Really glad nth happened from that. (From day 1, I've already predicted sth bad like this will happen; steps too small, grrls gotta be cautious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I feel old in class; age range are within 16+ to 21 years, which makes me one of the oldest, with the recently big 2 in my age! Weeks passes by just so quickly, and we've got tonnes of projects to complete! Rah, how sexciting. Tried doing up project @ the library last afternoon, ended up, groupies went back early due to lack of information and sources, and we couldn't find shit about Modality. In d end, we spent more time on lunchers with the rest of the classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-GgNQI0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/C3kgygsBxak/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-GgNQI0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/C3kgygsBxak/s320/IMG006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091458028932178754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Us at the taxi stand.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Wet weather these few days, umbrellas are real necessity. Did I mention before one morning last week, I alighted at the train station, and it started pouring so heavily; mad cats and dogs. I was stucked with another 20 over students from class right at the taxi stand. Even those with umbrellas couldn't set off for school cos the wind was super strong, not only skirts will fly, the whole umbrella will turn upside down. In d end, Jane called for 6 cabs plus a maxicab (tt could hold 8 pax.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. This afternoon was virgin trip to this eatery place near school on shuttlebus; initially we had no plans on going by since everyone wanted to go cos it was raining and more convenient, no harm. Had Bakkutteh and it tasted like the more traditional kind. When I reached home just now, I realised it's Bakkutteh for dinner tonight again. But it's okay, cos I definately prefer home's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. Interesting that 1/2 of my class (very straight people) knows that I'm crooked already, and wow, this is really fast for a few weeks' old friendship. Friendster, gf meeting me after I meet my friends, it's easy to know anyway, esp. also from some guys' mouth (They prolly can't accept the facts that st8 grrls are decreasing.) Surprisingly, certain ones are kinda enthu about it, and I found friends whom are sama sama as well. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. Facitilies in school definately suck big time, no canteen except for sucka vending machines; we kinda rely on it too much thus the over consuming of milo and mocha. We've been having a lot of coffee lately, due to school, random intervals, hungry tummies and definately remedy for very sleepy eyes in b/w lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. So far, I've bumped onto few people whom I know in school already. What a small world. And, I've a classmate with a really cute and really squeaky voice. None of us could get use to her voice initially, but after getting ta know her some time, she's really cute actually. Resembles Taiwanese singer Wang Xin Ling (I don't know if you will but, but personally I can't stand cute-sy singer.) Aud's a differnt person, she's adorable, like a mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh_vwNQI4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/H42gLgFvqqI/s1600-h/IMG011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh_vwNQI4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/H42gLgFvqqI/s320/IMG011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091459837113410434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Singa&amp;Epal's First. ((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh9xwNQIzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/voibIK1-jNo/s1600-h/IMG013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh9xwNQIzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/voibIK1-jNo/s320/IMG013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091457672449893170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On my carpet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. Am eating the second last cuppacake for tea. The chocolate rawk la, yum! And last but not least, big congrats to Singa for she knows what! Can't wait to see my Bb;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF coming your way. Akan Datang! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4207127636423000098?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4207127636423000098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4207127636423000098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4207127636423000098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4207127636423000098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rqh-4ANQI3I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ksz52tUr2k8/s72-c/IMG018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8273300952001141648</id><published>2007-07-18T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:22:35.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Anniversary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to shout it out to the whole world. I love you, grrlfriend! Wishing us a very Happy First Year Anniversary. (Dated a day back!) Although we travelled quite a lot last evening, but still I'm happy anywhere it may be. Most of all, your lovely "card" speaks a thousand words, and especially the drawing of Singa &amp; Epal. I love it, thankew' baby! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks for the sixteen pretteh cupcakes! First time receiving; it says "Love My Epal, Happy 1st Anniversary!" Aww, personally thought it looks as sweet as how it taste! Tiff went this morning "Of cos it taste nice, she gave it to you." meaning I'd indulge in overdose of sweetness. Haha, but no, seriously, I love the chocolate flavouored ones. I've taken pictures, but am not sure if I can getta upload 'em. Thanks for all others things and the effort to make yesterday a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been some time since I last blogged! Well, haven't really have got the time to seat in front of the computer, basically &lt;s&gt;spend&lt;/s&gt; wasting a quarter of my time everyday taking transportations. But it's kinda comforting knowing that many lives around Yck, Bishan, Srng, Kovan, Hougang &amp; Sengkang as well. Ended early this morning, and altogether we walked towards the Mrt, and took a train back with Daphne. I realised people love to stare around us and I've no idea why. I think it's because we always walk in a big group, esp. d other day for lunchers at the mall, supposed to be all-together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff's like wise to bring a spare slip ons and she leaves it inside the locker. Actually many of 'em does that. The guys are luckier, at least their's formal black shoes which would be more comfortable with socks! ...So far, the trainer's are kinda interesting and alright. P/s, Linn, where are we gonnna shift together? Haha, we've planned already right; Sha can do the cooking, I do the house keeping, and you... (You said you'll supervise us) But nah, we'll let you know what will be your role at home! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From day one, both of shares a locker, and each morning I'd open the locker for her reason being I'm always earlier, and also, the key's with me. We've changed the locker's lock due to the fact that despite trying upteen times, we still haven't figure how to get the gawd damn lock open! There was once, we were trying so hard ("turn clockwise, and anti-clockwise" etc), and suddenly from the back, I heard an angel speaking out "Come... I help you!" It was Sha! Haha Su, your sister's pretteh good at lockers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, she also got us cookies and instant milo which are now promptly lying inside our locker! And it's because of me that we can't make our hot drink, because I've yet to get styrofoam cups! Everyday, some of us buys f&amp;b from year two students who goes round classrooms selling for fund raising. Some look really professional and good when they serve. They getta interrupt our trainers, and we getta makan. :x Seriously like this trainer said, "DTM supposed to be one of the noisest batch" and no doubt class's always making lotsa noise, and there's gonna be a 15hrs get-together soon. (And hopefully sth fun; trust Fred &amp; Tiff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really recall what I did last week, but basically it was IMM, Bugis, Wheelock's Coffeebean, meet up(s) with baby, hanging out with classmates for lunchers, Sat at Liquid Kitchen with baby and the Jes', supper and car ride to Yishun dam. (Went there once before, but this time getta get down the car and it was pretty awesome, that some people can actually Bbq there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get some peektures up. Meanwhile, cheers! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8273300952001141648?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8273300952001141648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8273300952001141648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8273300952001141648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8273300952001141648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2675619137684465702</id><published>2007-07-06T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:53:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Poor penmanship but an aced artiste.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Paris Hilton's; when she was being put behind bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ro4Hw2GWmAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EoGiVBXkquE/s1600-h/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ro4Hw2GWmAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EoGiVBXkquE/s320/picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084009565085145090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;She's really something, though sometimes I do feel that she doesn't deserve publicity and young grrls idolising or looking up to her due to her promiscuous acts, dirty videos posted; still, she's kinda entertaining and real being herself.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ro4HpWGWl_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Bzd_u8j_NbE/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ro4HpWGWl_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Bzd_u8j_NbE/s320/letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084009436236126194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Paris Hilton's jail-time note; troubled soul. &lt;br /&gt;"Rarely do we see an independent adult write with such diminished capacity of comprehension," &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon, but once again, TGIF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though whichever the day is do not make a great impact or difference to me (for this last week), I'm kinda certain I'd prolly gonna type this every Friday arrives. So no creativity huh, but that's really me, lol. You know after blogging for this long, I realised I've been typing systematically almost the same things repeatedly. I do enjoy the company I have, and at the same time, can't deny that doing the same things or meeting up with the same people's actually what I enjoy best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so last evening, met up with Baby, and down we went to Kenny's for dinner with my secondary school mates; HQ, and Jo &amp; Marg (whom we haven't met since Donkey years.) I'll never forget our RJC dream back during O levels' day, so funneh please! Well, reach for the stars, and you end up falling to the moon's not too bad an idea right? Had a nice time catching up with the grrls! It was supper after which with Qing, her boy, Baby, and Jawk surprising popped by after that. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was supper with Nin &amp; Addy at the HK cafe (but ain't Addy supposed to be halal. :p) Btw, hearing both of them laugh's prolly one of the most contagious thing ever, they so gonna be a very cute couple in the making! Wednesday was dinner with Baby and both Js' at Chomchom and tt morning was the climax; swimming complex with Lins! Right now, my tann lines are super uneven, and everyone whom met up with me after that day will get what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet up with the SILS later on! &amp; I miss 'em lotsa, WHEE. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Transformer's prolly 6 thumbs up or somethin'? I've been hearing far too much of how marvelous and wonderful the movie is from each and every one, and I'm like tempted to catch it! Baby also wanna right? Grin. But well, I'm more looking forward for Harry (oh my lovely) Potter! SEEYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2675619137684465702?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2675619137684465702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2675619137684465702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2675619137684465702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2675619137684465702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/07/poor-penmanship-but-aced-artiste.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ro4Hw2GWmAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EoGiVBXkquE/s72-c/picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6657071228556954416</id><published>2007-07-03T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:15:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Through The Glass.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564228390543&amp;site=widget-8f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:300px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=fr&amp;th=0&amp;id=432345564228390543&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8f.slide.com/p1/432345564228390543/fr_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=17&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=fr&amp;th=0&amp;id=432345564228390543&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8f.slide.com/p2/432345564228390543/fr_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was complaining to Mafia not too long ago about this slide programme which lags crazy. The previous attempts after I uploaded certain amount of pictures, it'd die on me, and ye, which also means I gotta redo. Told baby I wanted to give up uploading, but in fact I was itching to at least post peektures of some of us up. Tsk! I guess like many of you out there, I've actually have got a thousand and one pictures. Oh well, this is by far the best I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night; Was supposed to meet Baby for supper, in d end our supper was a late one cause my poor grrl had to do O/T till (unexpected 3plus am) so I waited for her. Actually she pulled me in, and as I watched all of them clearing up, I drank, slacked and read magazines. Heh! Felt a tad uncomfy initially, like disrupting their work, and I happily sat inside &lt;em&gt;kiao-kar-ing&lt;/em&gt;, doing nth. Baby could still ask her manager to pass me magazines. So paiseh, but sweet of ya. Love ya loads, ma loveleh grrlfriend! &lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...With a lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/srPtRDOECl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/srPtRDOECl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6657071228556954416?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6657071228556954416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6657071228556954416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6657071228556954416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6657071228556954416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/07/through-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2621185291373593973</id><published>2007-07-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:46:37.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GST 7%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 2007'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A Matter Of Taste.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoeEomGWl-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/f3sEiZZE8OQ/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoeEomGWl-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/f3sEiZZE8OQ/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082176537467721698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jenny Shimizu remains the most internationally known Asian lesbian while Jolie made it to the No. 2 spot on lesbian web site.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice and potato queens have often been the subject of discussion on &lt;u&gt;Fridae&lt;/u&gt; and elsewhere. White boys who like Asians are proud to crown themselves rice queens; Asians who fancy white meat rejoice in being a potato queen; while Asians who only get hard for their fellow race swan about as sticky rice. And so I say, I should be called Mutton soup rice queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Saturday was rather aimless; main reason was town being uber (unusually) packed. Bb mentioned sth like "Funneh how we don't see anyone we know" The next thing, both of us kept bumping onto friends, especially Miss Eleanor whom gave me a shock from behind. BABY! :p We took almost two hours walking around trying to find a decent place to dine in. Everywhere we went, it was full, also due to dinner time. Nevertheless, we finally settled down and ate our fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, Arab Street; Met up with the Jay-Z and both Jes' came along. How lucky they found a car park slot right beside our table! Baby and I had the intention to act like some typical kiasu Singaporean; using bag, chair or sth bigger to chop the place. But of cos we didn't do that, haha. When we were leaving and called for bill at the Sheesha shop, I realised I've got ringgit in my wallet. Thinking it was kinda unfair since it was the previous 7-11's cashier's mistake, we went back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was kinda pissed thinking they prolly wanna cheat money, but after some talking and understanding, I believe it's not the cashier's fault. Firstly, she ain't a Singaporean, and she herself thought it was Brunei's money like I did in a glance. Moreover, it was an egyptian who changed that note to her, so I assume that tourist prolly didn't know how to differentiate Sing dollars, and just randomly gave a note. Was also partly my fault for not checking properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL wanted to go down Mustafa, thus six of us had a mini tour there; it was only the second time there for the three of us grrls (on different occasions). Rmb the last time I went down was this year's Chinese New Year with the cousin, her boy and Ryan. Kinda interesting shopping there despite the.. Nvm. They've got practically almost everything you needed. Lastly was Macdonalds for supper, and for now, the prices have all been increased due to 2% increased in GST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my poor baby's feeling much better now! Poor her, couldn't getta sleep last night cause her head was hurting so much. In d end we chatted on the phone till the silly grrlfriend felt a tad better. ((: I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you, and I'll always be here to sayang you; anywhere you need me. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2621185291373593973?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2621185291373593973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2621185291373593973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2621185291373593973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2621185291373593973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/07/matter-of-taste.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoeEomGWl-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/f3sEiZZE8OQ/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6865546312547034773</id><published>2007-06-29T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:10:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Candy Man.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4kR8OQCrlQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4kR8OQCrlQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine&lt;br /&gt;Candyman, Candyman&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sugar candy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him out for dinner on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;He really had me working up an appetite&lt;br /&gt;He had tattoos up and down his arms&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great video, like how I like Fergie's ones; lovely beats, retro and fanciful! ((: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the previous morning, I woke up at one of the earliest hours these few months. Being taught to say "Thank you sir", "Thank you mdm" with sincere smile. ("Please don't pronounce mdm as 'mom'") Like, duh! * Giggles * But surprisingly, I was kinda awake the whole time during class; more like getting to know things around from Mr. My.. (His name reminds me of YMCA which in turn, reminds me of ktv with ex.lecture mates!) I dislike walking up and down the staircase, simply cos the steps are so small. Spent refreshment time trying to fit uniform on, &amp; tadah, everything's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which was lunch with this friend, cos she was hungry, and home sweet home! P/s, if you see someone dozing off in the train in the future, that would be me, keke. Met Baby for dinner, &amp; I love grrlfriend most! Heh, she just put down the phone; gonna get chains! (From previous experience, if Buddy &amp; Ad were to hear this, I'm sure they'll keep laughing thinking &lt;em&gt;roleplay&lt;/em&gt; again.) Lol, kinda funny though cos I rmb them asking if Bb brings home her attachment's uni, when at first I didn't get what they really meant. :p (&lt;strong&gt;Suda, suda!&lt;/strong&gt; Needa gettit wash everyday, peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I went to get my retainers on Wed's afternoon, and it was sucha fast one. The dentist simply stucked this transparent thing up on my teeth, and went "It's done, you know how to fix it, do you? Yup, wear it before you sleep, you may leave now." And so far, I only wear it once for a few mins, half the time complaining to my mom it's so uncomfy, like compressing my teeth (that's the purpose, duh.) More uncomfortable than the initial stage of fixing my braces. It was the worst ever, my whole lips was filled with cuts and I couldn't close my mouth or even pronounce words properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cloudy evening; I can't wait to see the lovely grrlfriend. * Xoxo *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gorgeous Audrey Tautou; &lt;br /&gt;Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLNGGWl9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/63FKAn_3tY8/s1600-h/360x250_priceless2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLNGGWl9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/63FKAn_3tY8/s320/360x250_priceless2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081409705416759250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLI2GWl8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/9VsxCTw2lWY/s1600-h/hors_de_prix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLI2GWl8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/9VsxCTw2lWY/s320/hors_de_prix1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081409632402315202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLD2GWl7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/aeImD9czZFM/s1600-h/360x250_priceless3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLD2GWl7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/aeImD9czZFM/s320/360x250_priceless3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081409546502969266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6865546312547034773?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6865546312547034773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6865546312547034773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6865546312547034773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6865546312547034773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/candy-man.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RoTLNGGWl9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/63FKAn_3tY8/s72-c/360x250_priceless2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2787433182064011623</id><published>2007-06-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:35:49.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;What-A-Joke.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg9mK_CezzU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dg9mK_CezzU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the number of audiences applaused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Silverman (big time sarcasm): "I heard that to make her feel like more comfortable in prison, the guards are going to paint the bars like ..." HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8mmWkZ0e2o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O8mmWkZ0e2o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's RELEASED from jail.&lt;br /&gt;Like, for real?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hilton left the courtroom in tears calling for her mother and shouting, "It's not right!" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it was a cold (as in chillin') night the day before with Baby. Gee! And we were almost soaked cos of the unexpected-but-I-see-it-coming heavy rain, plus thunder (cannot beat the loud one last week end's though.) Nevertheless, it was definately cosy with the Baby * tkcr sayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SU; get used to new environment soon ya ((: &amp; PL; enjoy your trip (again) Whee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2787433182064011623?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2787433182064011623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2787433182064011623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2787433182064011623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2787433182064011623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6485148591309750229</id><published>2007-06-25T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:33:31.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hello/Goodbye.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing youtube, and happened to browse through this friend's. Then, I decided to type PLMGS on Search Engine (hoping to spot some familiar faces' videos) And in d end, there was PL(Sec's) Music Marathon at Millenia walk. (Taken some time back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy shall dedicate to Miss PL cos you wanna see! :D Sexaye Miss-Mango-Goh MC-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MV3lUBVA5QI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MV3lUBVA5QI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be employed in Fishy, but only for cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYfT2AZ2TYc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYfT2AZ2TYc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Take your candle, go light your world..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can visualise all of us in the hall singing towards this song. &lt;br /&gt;Anw, grrls' screaming are real screechy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6g8ufwlIPJQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6g8ufwlIPJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even found the school anthem;&lt;br /&gt;Shall let you reminsce a few years' back's us. (Plus Bsil too.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, Go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" C-C-C-Cinnamon lips and candy kisses, on my tongue. Fun! "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice heart-warming bedtime talk with darling last night; And ye, we'll always be each other's best &lt;s&gt;friends&lt;/s&gt;babies, for life. I'll be here, I'll be your listening ear, and everything you want me to. I apologize for any thing which I've said/smsed/complaint or even small li'l actions, and anything elses. I Love You! Hearts and kisses; Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6485148591309750229?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6485148591309750229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6485148591309750229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6485148591309750229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6485148591309750229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-surfing-youtube-and-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5320230985181373212</id><published>2007-06-24T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:30:33.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Baby; We'll Walk Down Memory Lane.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Big Ben!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn985d85u-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/M5wJAvpDnmI/s1600-h/big+ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn985d85u-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/M5wJAvpDnmI/s320/big+ben.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079916231431666658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;One of London's best known landmarks, looking most spectacular at night when the clock faces are illuminated. The name Big Ben actually not refers to the clock tower itself, but to the thirteen ton bell hung within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was dinner with the usual Js' like last weekend. We ordered exactly the same foodies, but this time round, my appetite was like shit. Jes' joined later on, like the night before, and nice Bsil fetched us down for more car rides! First was down to Changi Village wanting to catch a few glimpse of the trannies, but it seemed like there were so few of 'em, and they didn't even bother about us. Prolly cos it were all grrls in the car (three butches + gfs) So, we slacked there for quite sometime before leaving, reminiscing childhood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many cute li'l kiddos playing the toy mobiles. (You'll get what I mean, if you happened to hang arnd Oriental years back.) Kids were playing with sparklers too, and there was this li'l grrl taking in and out her pink top. :p I told J. and Je when I was younger, I used to love riding on it, then suddenly one day, I was going round and round this pillar, and prolly got a li'l dizzy or sth. Without realising, I knocked down a dustbin! The next time it was paid for, I did not dare to seat at all. Swear I've got the fear inside of knocking down another dustbin. But if it's for now, I woudln't even bother if I knocked down dustbin or human, just ride. Ha, I-am-kidding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after that was down to the beach, but we stayed there until after they makan only. (Sorry guys, sucha spoiler for that midnight.) The day before was dinner with Bb, PL, and Ange. We went down Homeclub (but we stayed only for a short while.) Jes' joined later on, and we wanted go down for Sheesha loving, but unexpectedly closes early, thus in d end, we decided on CC for supper instead. As usual, parking at Cine outdoor's like (you have to be mentally prepared for the worst) Bird shit, that is; It's like mass attack there, you know by the obvious chippings coming from the trees! D's car kehna birdshit once, and it was like terrible. It was carwash after that for Bsil. ;) Grin, anywhere with ya all would be fun, eventually. Love ya grrls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgressing; Did anyone told ya online shopping is addiktive? Well, now I'm telling you, it has always been the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ma favourite, &lt;br /&gt;RL &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;The simple yet semi-elegent.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn-AZd85vGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DyqcJ_O_ik8/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3805439_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn-AZd85vGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/DyqcJ_O_ik8/s320/pPOLO2-3805439_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079920079722364002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Actually all I was browsing for was sth like this outfit. (Above's peek-ture.)&lt;br /&gt;Black Label; Lovin' cashmere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on to more... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn-Avd85vHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0RzLRDM9Mgs/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3676145_lifestyle_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn-Avd85vHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0RzLRDM9Mgs/s320/pPOLO2-3676145_lifestyle_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079920457679486066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-SN85vEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6-E0Gtb1mJU/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3585025_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-SN85vEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6-E0Gtb1mJU/s320/pPOLO2-3585025_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079917756145056834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-ON85vDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/XbXTkE-song/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3489409_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-ON85vDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/XbXTkE-song/s320/pPOLO2-3489409_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079917687425580082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-Jt85vCI/AAAAAAAAAds/UbDxh5DZ8E0/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3394709_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-Jt85vCI/AAAAAAAAAds/UbDxh5DZ8E0/s320/pPOLO2-3394709_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079917610116168738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-Dt85vBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/LiStpgFeM98/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3703281_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn9-Dt85vBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/LiStpgFeM98/s320/pPOLO2-3703281_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079917507036953618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn99-N85vAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gjcqVKSkqFY/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3531842_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn99-N85vAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gjcqVKSkqFY/s320/pPOLO2-3531842_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079917412547673090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now, guess how much this belt cost?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S $1995.00&lt;br /&gt;Sale Price: $1400.00 (HMM.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5320230985181373212?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5320230985181373212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5320230985181373212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5320230985181373212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5320230985181373212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-ben-one-of-londons-best-known.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rn985d85u-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/M5wJAvpDnmI/s72-c/big+ben.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6487950665299273856</id><published>2007-06-21T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:21:27.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U &amp; Ur Hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/ksi0BRrZTM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/ksi0BRrZTM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blasting to this piece of music;&lt;br /&gt;Pink rock my socks. (And that's of cos, it's Pink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks&lt;br /&gt;To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see&lt;br /&gt;So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;High fivin, talkin shit, but you're going home alone arentcha?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone; My itchy throat's prolly the reason why I'm coughing and tryna breathe well big time, and after I coughed, I always feel like puking. Darn the dry cough! It's so true everyone's falling ill. First was Bb, then Su, Nin, Su's friends (the other day were chilling at Liquid Kitchen), and now's my turn. :( Bad weather, sigh! How I wish it's like pouring now, I've been hearing the sickening thunder since I woke up, but to no avail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, 7-11's service's suck each time we visit, and I'm so not tryna be racist, but it's only * them who tickles my angst each time, really. First it was near Bsil's house where both of us wanted to get things, then it was at that store near my house with Bb last night. Nvm, we shan't get angry over such i-don't-know-what-to-name-them. I won't bother to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And, I finally took of my braces after how many gazillion years, and after tons of people asking me "You like forever saying you gonna take out, when exactly?" Heh, right now babies! Had my dental appointment last afternoon, and the dentist (as usual nice, gentle, middleage man) He took out the brackets, practically pulled them all out one by one, and I could somehow feel my whole teeth as though gonna be plucked out as well. * Ouch * Polishing was fine, but I didn't like the last part when he stucked this whole chunk of yellow clay onto my upper and lower set of teeth in order to take my mould. Thank gawd it dried up quickly, cos I expected it to be stuck onto my teeth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lovely PL of mine was so excited to meet me with my new set of polished teeth, and when we met up with Su dearly and Ange last evening, she didn't even noticed, grrl you're uber cute! Haha, but I got home and suddenly received her sms regarding my teeth. &amp; no prob, we'll meet up with the rest soon again, ok? Bb says it looks like dentures, thanks a lot! :p Grin. Anyhow, it was nice meeting up with you grrls! Take good care, and till then. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britain's talent; Li'l Connie's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqVqJ1HLHNo"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Somewhere Over The Rainbow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Touching clip. (... Dreams really do come through)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6487950665299273856?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6487950665299273856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6487950665299273856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6487950665299273856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6487950665299273856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/u-ur-hand-pink-i-love-blasting-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-3970641153982396297</id><published>2007-06-19T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:23:20.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Will Win The Title?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for bigger view.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rnecfd85uuI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZS6tjIQLnYA/s1600-h/butchhunt07_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rnecfd85uuI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZS6tjIQLnYA/s400/butchhunt07_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077699169313471202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Akira should win, standing, top most left with green slingbag;&lt;br /&gt;Not because she's the only Malay and the oldest (24years) but to my individual opinion, I think she look better amongst the rest. And I think Sza is funneh, watching their short intro. on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, there's also this Secondary school mate, same batch; Lane in the competition, 1st row most right.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnecE985usI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nNIca2wQzdI/s1600-h/androhunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnecE985usI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nNIca2wQzdI/s320/androhunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077698714046937794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Apparently, No.3/6/7/9/11 are friend-'s-friend, but hopefully, Sam (No.6) or Ollie (No.11) wins!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are just competitions, but seems like the whole world's (I mean the rainbow grrls' world) talking about it. And I rmb friend, S. telling me there's this grrly grrl who took part in Butch Hunt, and true enough, it makes us wonder if she's really a butch. But every fort-year (is there sucha word?) such things happen. Kinda cool though, see if you can spot her, name Calvin, above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Nin &amp; Adleenda last night, and we had halal food at this prata stall near my house. Hearing both of them laughing's kinda contagious and I-don't-need-my-eyes-checked grrls! Lol, after that them both went back (ahem, I don't know.. :p) and then Bb and I went to chill/slack/rot at somewhere elses. The same goes to the previous (mid)night! And Bsil, thanks for the gifts, appreciate it loads. * Loves *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-3970641153982396297?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3970641153982396297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=3970641153982396297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3970641153982396297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3970641153982396297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rnecfd85uuI/AAAAAAAAAag/ZS6tjIQLnYA/s72-c/butchhunt07_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2884258615739431478</id><published>2007-06-17T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:05:41.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happeh 1 day early Daddy&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to all doting fathers.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like A Boy &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/LYLS16u6es/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/LYLS16u6es/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ... Sometimes I wish I did act like a boy "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg guys, I don't mean to sound "sua ku" here, but I was trying my luck, and I'm glad Imeem's music video fits my blog's configuration so well. * Glees away * We were watching this piece of music video by Ciara at J's house last night/morning; although this song already came out quite some time back, and also at that point of time my eyes were also about to close, still, looking at this video enlightens me up. Ciara can really dance to hiphop, but well, you will never know if it's being edited; some moves are really ooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. And, where's the butch at the background huh? Ciara acting boyish, doesn't mean they're all people like us. * Lol * :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, last night speaks of bad weather! We were about to go down Makan Sutra already after both the PBs' ended work, then it suddenly started pouring cats and dogs! * Curse * What a big time spoiler huh? Ended up both Js', Bb &amp; I were trapped each in a telephone booth. Aww, and eventually, we thought of a back up place to makan the usual favourites; stingray, calamaries, oyster eggs, etc, and J. savouring her "Gong gong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sending J's grrl home, we had a game of Monopoly! I think playing boardgame's becoming part of our favourite past time already. Haha, and I kept ending up in jail with Bb so coincidentally. J. must be irritatedX cos I kept knocking Bb's kuching down on purpose or hiding it somewhere else! * Meow * Kuching still can ride on trishaw, hilarious la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, do you know? I'm going gaga/loco/insane whatever you call it; going head over heels for cupcakes. Omg, they're love(ly) and I swear I'm so gonna get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2TN85uoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1CW0DcQbjFs/s1600-h/241252380_d0d7b8a30d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2TN85uoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1CW0DcQbjFs/s400/241252380_d0d7b8a30d_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077023858720619138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This Black&amp;White's love! &lt;br /&gt;Just no pinkie cutesy baby-blueish colours for me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2iN85upI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2anKcqQ43aY/s1600-h/450727735_00de02acbb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2iN85upI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2anKcqQ43aY/s400/450727735_00de02acbb_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077024116418656914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They're too pretteh to be eaten for Easter!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2xt85urI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hiUiGzLDjd0/s1600-h/209619959_4621645018_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2xt85urI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hiUiGzLDjd0/s400/209619959_4621645018_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077024382706629298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happeh Monthly-Anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;My dearest baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving &amp; doting me, you're the sweetest and the heart's forever yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to the both Js', anniversary on the same day as us and both Jes' on the 16th! So coincidental, dates being so close! Remember we're supposed to celebrate together on you guys' big 3? ;) Btw, welcome back, Bsil sweetie! Olga must be so delighted that you're finally back, grin! Meet up soon grrls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alas, my butt still hurt/aching from last night. What did I do? -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2884258615739431478?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2884258615739431478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2884258615739431478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2884258615739431478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2884258615739431478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RnU2TN85uoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1CW0DcQbjFs/s72-c/241252380_d0d7b8a30d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8975063026424687798</id><published>2007-06-13T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:07:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Even if; Don't You Remember?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rm-4w985umI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YrAZNDSEx3g/s1600-h/4D1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rm-4w985umI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YrAZNDSEx3g/s200/4D1_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075478456473074274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear PL Lites, rmb our last funfair? Secondary 4D did this and tadah, we won the second highest amount of money earned from whole level/or was it school. Whatever it was, our class did Manicure and PL painted one pathetic finger for Bb in class! I guess I was too busy running around with Nin. and that's why we didn't getta bumped onto each other then. Btw, which finger was it painted? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any oh way, I haven't been using the internet for the torturous past few days, cos my PC's down (Well, not really, but it's just that I can't connect to the internet, which spells boring with the alphabet "B"! Basket, as well.) But thank gawd my mom reminded me my brother's still available. I don't get why his is like working so well, and yet mine's down. Prolly cos kor went to fix this new scv box upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh whatever, now when I can find other sources to get in touch with the world, &lt;center&gt;I'm-one-happeh-bird-already.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm like using my brother's tv/pc all in one equipment, I start browsing all my files stucked in his computer since eons ago once again. All the hundreds of pictures and songs from that era, reminiscing! Bsil, the GB song's sang by A*Teens, and not SClub7. And the Bb's cutest already, I say Sclub you also say "Ya ya, sung by them. But it's not Sclub, it's Sclub7" Hahaha, still can correct me, but it's actually A*Teens! These grrl/boy bands things, so secondary school thing. Grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Welcome back, Miss Angelicious, and enjoy your trip too, Bsil. Misses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8975063026424687798?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8975063026424687798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8975063026424687798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8975063026424687798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8975063026424687798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/even-if-dont-you-remember-dear-pl-lites.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rm-4w985umI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YrAZNDSEx3g/s72-c/4D1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4526954055781456727</id><published>2007-06-10T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:48:45.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPEH BELATED &lt;u&gt;19TH&lt;/u&gt; BURSTDAY,&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST JES-SIL &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmvBZN85ukI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SBmPYps3s_g/s1600-h/PICT2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmvBZN85ukI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SBmPYps3s_g/s320/PICT2018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074362044148988482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby grrl, in the house.. Wanna have fun?"&lt;br /&gt;Grin, we like composing ourselves, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while that we have known you, you have been joy and a great deal of fun to be with. Dreams come through &amp; loves from your Brother and I!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey darlings! Where should I start blogging? Last week seems/feels packed but then again, can't really recall what I did. Hmm, actually I've attempted to shut down this blog for some reason * Use side eyes and diaoX at Begum * Yes, you're "bad ji dan!" But it's okay, now I'm back. :D Met up with Baby just now to get our fine paid up at last, and we feel more of relieved now, no more second time, hear that all of you. ((: And so the past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Monday was the first time I went prawning, thanks to cousin and the bf for suggesting, since we had no place in mind after picking Baby up from work. Believe me, it's quite fun, especially the satisfaction from catching up your own prawn after sucha long wait. Had a number of pictures taken during BBQ-ing, but I'm lazy to post it up right now. Anyway guys, it's at a place situated at Jurong. Guess without a transportation, it'd be rather difficult to get in there, especially when we all stay far from that area. It's worst than schooling at Clementi, tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I remember fishing up my first prawn, and guess because I was a li'l loss yet excited, and the force I pulled up was a tad too strong, the prawn almost flew into Bb's food at the table behind! Haha, thank god no extra seafood for your dinner/supper huh! It landed on the chair, right beside her cute butt instead. Rmb the drink incident? "Shhs, don't tell Cawley first, tell your cousin!" Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the foodies anyway dear! We stayed there till around four plus five in the morning, then started Bbq-ing the prawns. Kinda cool indulging in such activities once in a while, and you getta see two months old li'l puppy there well.. Swear it was so adorable la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next's Jess's mini surprised, and thanks to her gf for driving us down! Cab down hor, yah cab. :P Had dinner on Friday at Fishy and then babe cheered the birthday song for her, and Bsil was blushing all the way with her sparkler! Grin, I hope you enjoyed your mini birthday celebration! * Hugs * After that was down to prawn again, this time had eight of us, with Su and her friends, and Je(s) joined. Yay! I think due to weekend's crowd, it was more difficult catching prawns this time round. Thank goodness Jeremiah found a technic to get them hooked! Thus in d end, our "shou huo" (amount of prawns caught) wasn't that bad after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prata for supper afterwhich and the service was the worst ever (emphasizing the word "ever"), attitude was so bad all of us were stunned and yet laughing away. Hmm, not only that, Baby and SP ate "Special" maggie-extra-nua-and-extra-spicy-goreng! Fucked up man. We stayed over at Jeremiah's place after that. Haha Bsil, I'll never forget your very shocked expression when we were all focusing on Youtube, and suddenly three of us were screaming cos of the scare, and your grrl's legs turned jelly! Keke. The next day, which was yesterday, met up with Baby again for dinner and then chilled with the cousin, and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never sick of you! Hear that, Begum? MWAH. I enjoy every moment together, no matter how aimless we may be, wherever and whenever! We'll always have our own laughs as well as our own duo fun. I love you till the end of time honaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song is love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vvipZnFHQF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vvipZnFHQF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Die die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4526954055781456727?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4526954055781456727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4526954055781456727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4526954055781456727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4526954055781456727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-dogs-were-whistling-new-tune.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmvBZN85ukI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SBmPYps3s_g/s72-c/PICT2018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8954580269866847577</id><published>2007-06-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:46:45.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Gemini'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happeh &lt;u&gt;20th&lt;/u&gt; Birthday, Sweets!&lt;br /&gt;Miss "Sixth Month"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmLGZu7brhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NIBhPTBzbJM/s1600-h/Photo-0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmLGZu7brhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NIBhPTBzbJM/s320/Photo-0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071834275768938002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Welcome to the big 2's club.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good time feasting on your special ordered crabs last evening! Grin, now come to think about it, I actually feel quite guilty looking at you slowly savouring on them, because I know I can/will never be able to shell a crab that clean, and at the same time really have the patience to shell them all one by one. Plus your prawns! :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can we go and eat our chilli/pepper/cheese crabs huh Baby, and the rest!? It's been forever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess yesterday we spent almost 3hrs plus at dinner table, in which I conclude about 1/2 the time bitching (okay, maybe not bitching, but commenting, in good and bad ways.) The other five at the dinner table should know what I mean! "Eh, your wo(man) is here", "Maybe her real name is Lingling" Haha, I'll never forget PL's really shocked expression when J. called the "man" 's name. She and Baby sama sama, both first impression thought she's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another funneh incident, "Aye, call him over la, wanna hear his slang" but at that time we were kinda paranoid cos at the same time afraid if he's really coming over, we've nothing to ask, and asking details about the dishes's kindly obvious we were tryna play a fool with him. 3/6 of them works there, so it's not like those servers don't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the Jay-Z left (Miss Jernice named herself that, cute.) and then we went down to Jeremiah's place (the dear sils!), after a long decision of "How, where to go?". Her house's always nicest to slack. Had the funniest game of Monopoly after midnight; Both Js, vs both Jes, vs Bb and myself. Even though like we played till 3plus coming 4am, but I had a good laugh and all were kinda enthu throughout the game. But still, cannot beat d other time, played till 7plus in the morning, and Baby was the winner, hoho! This time round, ha, forget it. We only managed to build two pathetic houses. But nvm, it's fun to see how everyone plans their business schemes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother wanted to bribe me using 20 bucks to help him wash his car, should have negotiated with him, and not like you know, rejecting immediately. Was like, "Oh so nice of you, how much?", "20 bucks" And immediately I went, "Siao, I don't even know how to wash car" Haha, like sudden changed of attitude. Okay, but I still love him la, siblings don't talk about money. Cos inside my heart, I was also thinking if I happen to scratch his car, think I gotta pay him ten times worth the money, or even more. Lol, thus in d end I told him to ask my dad do him this favour, let the experienced do. Ha! Vacuuming's still okay for me, sometimes I'd volunteer to do it, if there's dog's fur on the carpet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmLKye7briI/AAAAAAAAAZI/I0M1iUO5Ito/s1600-h/Photo-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmLKye7briI/AAAAAAAAAZI/I0M1iUO5Ito/s320/Photo-0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071839099017211426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This tattoo, just like my braces, sometimes I really forgotten I've them on me. It's been like so long already, yet I finally take a picture of it. ((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've this sudden spasm to go back for Yoga/Aerobics/Kickboxing/Pilates lessons! (Which I know I'll never complete the courses.) Remember the last time I saw the Yoga instructor bending and streching during Yoga, I was seriously amazed on how she could actually bend so much. Kudos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8954580269866847577?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8954580269866847577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8954580269866847577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8954580269866847577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8954580269866847577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/happeh-birthday-sweets-miss-sixth-month.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RmLGZu7brhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/NIBhPTBzbJM/s72-c/Photo-0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-3275667457077412372</id><published>2007-06-01T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:06:51.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More birthdays coming by.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happeh &lt;u&gt;23rd&lt;/u&gt; Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Feon Ang Yi Lin &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl_WAO7brgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/t3YvJDAukQY/s1600-h/17thJune+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl_WAO7brgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/t3YvJDAukQY/s320/17thJune+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071007004938186242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This birthday has only more amazing things to come for the awesome you, and this day is especially for you because who you are, makes others a li'l brighter because of you. May your birthday bring you sweet reminders of how much you're loved! ((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl_Vse7brfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MzjYbx2dkZQ/s1600-h/e2007-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl_Vse7brfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MzjYbx2dkZQ/s320/e2007-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071006665635769842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yr one year older, wiser and also like a big sister to us. &lt;br /&gt;We love you, and a very Happeh Mousey Birthday to you once again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Throws graffittis around * &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I had to use this picture of you from Christmas Celebration simply because you look adorable in it. * Hugs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dear readers of Le-rose, you guys should go catch &lt;strong&gt;SHREK 3&lt;/strong&gt;, recommendable from me! It's fucking hilarious. Although the adult-jokes are kinda predictable, I would say Shrek doesn't fail to crack us up with laughters 24/7. Moreover, it's a very relax movie, and it keeps you laughing the whole time, babies! Did I mention, the characters are simply annoyingly &lt;u&gt;adorable(!)&lt;/u&gt; and swear the movie's 2 thumbs up for people who caught Shrek 1 &amp; 2. Been fan of the first two Shrek movies, and we've been anticipating the 3rd one for months.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Feb -&gt; What I thought May 13th -&gt; May 31st! A long strech of period and Baby will know I mean. Alas, cause I saw the date wrongly. Anw, lurves it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-3275667457077412372?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3275667457077412372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=3275667457077412372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3275667457077412372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/3275667457077412372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/06/happeh-23rd-birthday-miss-feon-ang-yi.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl_WAO7brgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/t3YvJDAukQY/s72-c/17thJune+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2658856685953950717</id><published>2007-05-31T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:41:36.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Vesak.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl2iND1ER_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/K1vh72dc_lk/s1600-h/roseclassy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl2iND1ER_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/K1vh72dc_lk/s320/roseclassy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070387100738930674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Delicate and Beautiful, the rose is the principal messenger of love" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khairyanjackson,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many material things in life that some people wishes for, but all I want is you and your love, and the rest can wait. Certain things may seem like a big blurry mess right now, but I know that there will always be ways to fix all the screwed up matters in our lives; we can overcome this phrase together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe tomorrow's hopes and dreams may never die for you, as long as you truly believe in yourself, sweetie. Remember, never give up, always have faith in yourself, and I'm sure you'll gain the greatest gift of all; the gift of hope and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're never a failure yet you are someone amazing. You fill my life with joy and satisfaction, and my heart with love and happiness. I'm happy when I'm with you, and you always put a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you will always have your family and friends to rely on and to stand by you whenever you need them. Most importantly, knowing that I will always be there for you. No matter what you may decide to do in life, the help, and the gratitude, will always be there from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of sorrows, disappointments, and everything else, I hope to be your motivator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, can make things happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2658856685953950717?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2658856685953950717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2658856685953950717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2658856685953950717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2658856685953950717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/delicate-and-beautiful-rose-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rl2iND1ER_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/K1vh72dc_lk/s72-c/roseclassy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4696195011361264738</id><published>2007-05-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:48:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Beautiful-Liar.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, darlings! (Only referring to people I love, and they should know who they are!) Anyway.. Just a thought, if you're only interested in reading my blog for the sake of being a critic, or to find out anything, then I advise you to 'x' this window? Cos after all, I know you won't enjoy reading what you read. Oh, period! But if you're keen on being friends, then you're welcome anytime. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Qing's email and hmm, it kept me thinking what's the purpose of having pests in this world. I mean if they help in a way or two, I've nothing to say but it seems like their main existance's to make humans squirm because we'd feel so super disgusted by the sight of them. Whatever it is, most of them are damn gross la. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of loosing my blogging mojo, and I guess it's partly either I lack of things to blog, or the lousy weather's cracking me up. I've got woken up by the loud thunder this morning, and it was freaking scary. And as for now, it's like damn hawt. Ok, stop complaining! * Chuckles * Anyway hey, tomorrow's supposed a PH, but I'm still at home at this hour. Pfft! Oh well, actually it's nothing bad staying home once in a while. You know, it's always good to console yourself like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie soon grrls. I can't wait, whee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, even though Baby, Jeremiah &amp; I were full from dinner, we still went down to the prata shop to chill. Had fun yakking with 'em, and together with my Bsil before that as well. Thanks for the Yakults, grrl! The boys were like supposed to study but ended up, nothing much seem to be absorb in. No brain cells killed la Baby! :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dear *i**, please appear soon! I'm feeling this empty without you!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4696195011361264738?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4696195011361264738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4696195011361264738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4696195011361264738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4696195011361264738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8813614000558068157</id><published>2007-05-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:43:45.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlqwLz1ER-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/osMAq0kom70/s1600-h/chiwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlqwLz1ER-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/osMAq0kom70/s320/chiwords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069558047496751074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it, darling?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawt and humid weather these few days' giving me random headaches. My aircon's high and blasting now.. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm happeh Baby and I spent time today, even though we spent 1/2 of the time sleeping. Grin, tell me what's new.. And I actually dreamt of my Maths teacher, of any other people! Like thanks. -.-" Even in my dream, I could sense her sarcasm. Could still vividly remember how torturous and draggy Math lessons were, especially during the O level's days where we had those extra afternoon lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps it weren't as bad? Those hardcore studyings. Oh well, thank gawd we passed and that's it. Going back to my books soon! * Whee * I sound like a geek/nerd/bookworm, but hell no, I really hate those, especially lecture notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happeh, cos I still love schooling. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I guess a month from now, I will not touch KFC's fried chicken. Haha, first few mouth of it were simply mouth-watering, whereas the later part and aftermath of it, hmm, not so, or rather not at all. The amount of oil dripping down from the chicken's like, wow, free flow, babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APE TU KHAI?!&lt;br /&gt;Aku Cinta Padamu. &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for tmr yah, will be emotionally supporting you my dearest Khairyan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8813614000558068157?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8813614000558068157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8813614000558068157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8813614000558068157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8813614000558068157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/peaches.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlqwLz1ER-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/osMAq0kom70/s72-c/chiwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6935323899213150790</id><published>2007-05-27T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:02:55.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;La Isla Bonita&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, Umbrella's been playing on my Mp3 for countless times already. That was one of the two songs we kept singing to last evening, besides Bsil's favourite "Cupid..." Heh! But like Baby said, we'll soon get very bored of these songs. Same goes to "Unfaithful" and all d other tracks that we used to love. Grin, that's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Olga came over to my house last afternoon! Whee, you grrls are always welcome, anytime! ((: So, we slacked for a li'l while before heading down to meet Baby. Chilled at Dhoby's Starbucks, and then down to the beach! Saw these two not-your-usual adorable big dogs. Both are huge and musculine, and d other one was this big, white and fluffy really-looka-lika-bear dog. A for adorable! Ate the Bbq foodies, and thanks to Sils for serving us! ((: Helped to do up the candles which didn't really workout due to the wind, but I guess it should be her friend's thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was back to Central. We were serving through webs, and suddenly we thought of connecting to MIRC (reminisce the good ol' days of channel, #LL) but definately comparing maybe 5 freaking fast going years back and now, the channel seems just dead. We were also stucked at introducing because it's been so long since we ever went on chatrooms like this! -.-" Anw, it was hilarious chatting with those tiko guys though, what they want from you is simply simple, and the convo goes the same for practically each one of 'em. Each of us took turns to reply, till one by one, we lay down, and the next thing you know. Goodbye world, zzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;this little slip of a ... says:&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i was passing by plmgss new sch that day&lt;br /&gt;OMFG&lt;br /&gt;damn big lar&lt;br /&gt;the girls are dam lucky man&lt;br /&gt;and the layout doesnt really look like a sch&lt;br /&gt;it looked more like a church cum office building&lt;br /&gt;the whole outer interior.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lucky grrls, but I guess I still prefer the old building. That's where all the memories with my batch people and friends are! We later digressed to "Ghostly encounters" in secondary school, cos she was telling me how scary her old school was before they moved. Then, I suddenly thought of J, cos d other night during supper, she was also telling us scary encounters at workplace &amp; school! * Brr *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6935323899213150790?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6935323899213150790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6935323899213150790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6935323899213150790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6935323899213150790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-random-note-umbrellas-been-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-7756587746373527475</id><published>2007-05-25T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:28:26.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear babies, &lt;br /&gt;Family lovin' &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlbHvj1ER7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ka_-jCgLcnw/s1600-h/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlbHvj1ER7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ka_-jCgLcnw/s320/Picture5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068458050537670578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, darlings! Swear I suddenly forgotten what I wanted to type. * Gasps * But nvm, it ain't no biggy. Anw, wanna thank someone for sending me mail all the way from Tokyo. Was kinda shocked when my mom told me there's a mail for me from Japan! Sweet of you. And hmm, no idea if you do read my blog, but I guess maybe? Do enjoy yr vacation ya! ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, actually guess I was supposed to receive the letter earlier, but it managed to arrive only this afternoon, cos the addy written was a li'l wrong. :p Suppose to have a "S" after my house number, grin! Anw, thank gawd for postal codes, if not I think I'll never be able to receive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, some baby has no more spring cleaning! :D Ye, it's not NYE, I've no idea why suddenly there's "da shao chu" either. Whee! Maybe because GSS is coming! (But it has nothin' gotta do with f&amp;b so the guess is wrong!) Lastly, hope to meet the Sils, PL, Mak, Miss Cookiefayl, and the Buddy soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/eg547qgHTr"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eg547qgHTr" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-7756587746373527475?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7756587746373527475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=7756587746373527475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7756587746373527475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/7756587746373527475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/rihannas-umbrella.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlbHvj1ER7I/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ka_-jCgLcnw/s72-c/Picture5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-579416470798715986</id><published>2007-05-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:02:52.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your &lt;br /&gt;Super vintage &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlV_4T1ER2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/RDwhIFWmxpw/s1600-h/40756197_53d4f54387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlV_4T1ER2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/RDwhIFWmxpw/s320/40756197_53d4f54387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068097561047615330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deh, I'm hungry. :( I've a sudden spasm to eat jellys, omg, they're like scents to my taste buds. Nonsense tv series on tv - This guy's like carrying and at the same time swinging this grrl merrily, and it seems like his face is happily pressing onto her tits. Inner joy for him, huh? Realised I hadn't been catching my regular channels now a days, not even a single day now. And I wish my dad still subscribes to channel HBO and AXN. Alas, but what's the point in having extra channels when already no one stays at home to watch these, apart from the week ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening was dad's dinner at Thai Village, and the food was quite all right, although at first I told my mom I don't really fancy the Thai style Sharksfins. Because if you guys can rmb, Su and I think Sha or Shir, once we were in Thailand and while d others ate the Sharksfins there, we went to eat BakKutTeh instead. :p Think I truly learnt how to appreciate Thai's style starting this age, because surprisingly I kinda like the sharksfins last night, and I know it costs a bomb. Poor fins of the sharks, they get cut and thrown back into the sea. Watched these on Animal Planet some time back! Oh, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was supper with my lovely grrl. &lt;3 I wasn't supposed to eat, cos at that time I was feeling uber full. Ended up, we shared Stingray, Oyster eggs (omg Su, I've been waiting for this if you can rmb) chicken wings and what else! Small portions each, but it's big enough for my supper, what's more I didn't had the intention to eat in the first place apart from my dessert. Sweet cravings all the time, especially after a hearty meal. And temptations, they're hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlV_Oj1ER1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/5klugXbLNdA/s1600-h/334999751_c8a87fec0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlV_Oj1ER1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/5klugXbLNdA/s200/334999751_c8a87fec0f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068096843788076882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a fetish for cats nowadays, rmb my cousins and I used to feed ten over cats outside grandma's house. And every night after dinner, they'd gather as a group, waiting to be fed. Sadly, slowly one by one, they decided to migrate to other places, because my house area's drains got sealed up. Thank gawd I've found another cutie, this kitty that loves to whine non stop, follow us, and each time I walked pass, it'll be seen sleeping on top of different cars. Smart cat, I must say. It's so adorable la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-579416470798715986?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/579416470798715986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=579416470798715986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/579416470798715986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/579416470798715986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-super-high-hotpant-im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlV_4T1ER2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/RDwhIFWmxpw/s72-c/40756197_53d4f54387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6030534166612483034</id><published>2007-05-23T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:58:54.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;And smile for me &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlP62z1ERzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ptQEd9p5QH0/s1600-h/pPOLO2-3056048_standard_v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlP62z1ERzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ptQEd9p5QH0/s320/pPOLO2-3056048_standard_v330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067669825254606642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening was like damn coincidental, babe and I were having dinner at Mos, and before we really settled down to makan, this glassdoor opened and we saw two familiar faces walking in, smacked at the right time! Boy, I was shocked, not as in shocked-shock, but surprised. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Qing &amp; her boy. Grin, happeh to see the PL, gonna be holidays for you lucky grrl soon! "Can we seat here? Of cos we can!" Tsk, and definately, anytime. After dining was a stroll down to the park (nah, we lazy people took a bus down instead, teehee.) I thought I knew the direction, but actually I couldn't recall a shit. Qing mentioned about being bitten by lotsa mozzies at places like this, and right after that I felt itching every where already. Effective words grrl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention? I got disturbed by a bloody fucking beetle at this prata shop with J. and baby. One of the guy came out and asked "hantu ah?" when I was figiting all over, grabbing baby and all. Haha, after that I sat quietly for a breather cos it was so traumatising please, but at the same time I felt it was kinda funneh. I wouldn't be screaming all, if at least I could see where the beetle was. And of all places, it chose to cling onto my hair tightly! Stupid reactions I had, I won't deny, tsk. Prata, prata, and more prata loving. (It's a very very common thang for us, supper treats, that is.) Babe: Mother's finger, very delicious, hor? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it seems like everyone's gonna start school again (after much slacking/working/chilling/playing, I guess it's really time to settle down) Be good and get our asses back to campus. To think that if I studied and not play too much, the next intake, I would be in the Uni. already. Oh well nvm, I'm happeh with what's life's fated for me, can't change the fate, loves it. At least we have an education, and it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;((:&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's gonna be dad-o's birthday dinner this evening, (omg, time passes by so quickly, suddenly I recall someone saying to me "your dad's birthday bash" just last year, and his birthday is here again) I think (and I say, I think) it's gonna be either Oasis or Goodwood Park Hotel for dinner like last year. Whatever it is, I feel the mosquitoes attacking me again. Kaaa naaa saiii, you blood sucker, pest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Love me in a special way&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Love me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ePTyHIXHl3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ePTyHIXHl3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6030534166612483034?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6030534166612483034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6030534166612483034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6030534166612483034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6030534166612483034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-evening-was-damn-coincidental-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlP62z1ERzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ptQEd9p5QH0/s72-c/pPOLO2-3056048_standard_v330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-9124793491633483854</id><published>2007-05-22T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:05:36.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Pictures &amp;hearts; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8uT1ERyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2ULja9WrdCM/s1600-h/Cookie%2Bbaby..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8uT1ERyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2ULja9WrdCM/s320/Cookie%2Bbaby..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067320034528085794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8qz1ERxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/s6e8pENP0ZI/s1600-h/Photo-0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8qz1ERxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/s6e8pENP0ZI/s320/Photo-0283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067319974398543634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8mT1ERwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/AAH_hMmZy-k/s1600-h/PICT0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8mT1ERwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/AAH_hMmZy-k/s320/PICT0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067319897089132290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8WD1ERuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RxugfYhs8ac/s1600-h/Photo-0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8WD1ERuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RxugfYhs8ac/s320/Photo-0614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067319617916258018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8Rj1ERtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fjezKC1FcCM/s1600-h/Photo-0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8Rj1ERtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fjezKC1FcCM/s320/Photo-0613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067319540606846674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1.A tribute to the first dog in the family, Cookie. He's one of the more intelligent dogs so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Nothing beats the love for my own Kitty, Cream baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I think this picture of my cousins and niece looks so sweet la. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &amp; 5.I miss school, don't you? I meant school, without the rules and the subject, Maths. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ladies! This post is definately so random. Anyways, am going for dinner soon with my babe. This space will be updated! I'll be back. &lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-9124793491633483854?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/9124793491633483854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=9124793491633483854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/9124793491633483854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/9124793491633483854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-cookie.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlK8uT1ERyI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2ULja9WrdCM/s72-c/Cookie%2Bbaby..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4199959886358746963</id><published>2007-05-20T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:07:58.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boy with no name'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Shop Lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Arabic Writing Skinny Bangle &amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlA6wT1ERmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VMODQfPcMwA/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlA6wT1ERmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VMODQfPcMwA/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066614182422791778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Unique; Its glam &amp; it's gold.&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak pergi mamberly berla.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Fishytreat from the grrlfriend (Proud of you, my hardworking grrl), and prata supper loving with the grrl's Pb; Our common friends leaded us into long convo. through the night till the wee morning. Friday was Midnight movie, 300 and in combination of Saturday spoke abundance of fun with the love and friends. Time passes by like shockwaves whenever you (grrls) are around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was town for dinner/snacking; MS loving, PS and Cineplex for slacks, dropping midnight cravings into pushcarts at Central, having supper together while watching the vcd. Ending the night with a disturbing good sleep (of soft kisses and finger-writings-and-drawings on the neck while being asleep.) speaking on behalf of the grrlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who and what can beat hanging around with lovely people in your life. Always looking forward, looking forward, and keep looking forward for a better and brighter tomorrow... "Charlie Angels" and the man should hang out soon. You'd never realised how fast time flies. How long ago was Modestos/MOS? Months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We wanna see the always smiley, happy and recovered Bsil when we meet up for double-dating again the next time round. Take good care now, grrl! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt; And before you know, we gotta wrap the day up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get closer, closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me now, lean on me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/s2l2M9SxGv"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/s2l2M9SxGv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4199959886358746963?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4199959886358746963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4199959886358746963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4199959886358746963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4199959886358746963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RlA6wT1ERmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VMODQfPcMwA/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1226315270497789610</id><published>2007-05-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:58:11.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love with Tamia&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yves Saint Lauren&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2007 Collection &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rk12fj1ERhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UxvXS74QZew/s1600-h/b473_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rk12fj1ERhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UxvXS74QZew/s320/b473_1_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065835440427517458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your lips with an irresistible iridescent gloss. ((:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The papers had this article on former Playboy Playmate, Anna Nicole Smith. Real name, Vicki Lynn Smith. Her diary filled with sadness with a tit of joy, yet her life, destined to be tragically short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Enjoy Redang &amp; Phuket trip, my dear cousin(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is still my Number &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, always will it be. And baby, our dream house and holiday destinations we wanna tour in the future will come through; Just You &amp; I. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FNM99WrXDY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FNM99WrXDY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1226315270497789610?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1226315270497789610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1226315270497789610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1226315270497789610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1226315270497789610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-ves-s-aint-l-aurent.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Rk12fj1ERhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UxvXS74QZew/s72-c/b473_1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5674638403155343072</id><published>2007-05-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:02:53.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your lips like morphine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RksrgD1EReI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9aEzRcZpKFo/s1600-h/love+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RksrgD1EReI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9aEzRcZpKFo/s320/love+letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065190035691947490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year. Time has gone by, but it hasn't made me change the way I look at you. On the contrary, the desire to love you grows bigger. On one hand, it may seem like a long time, but on d other, it seems just like yesterday when I first gotta know you; Remember how we used to bump onto each other in school? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those countless sweet memories, I can't get enough of our late night chats as well as being embraced in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna eat you alive if you forget what day is today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, take it easy, I was just kidding! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd feel great to start the day by looking at your loving face and listening to your voice, because your greetings give me the strength to face anything. Without you around, I'd be be indifferent to adversities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in this world that could be more blissful than our reciprocated love. Our lives have already walked side by side, and I can only imagine good things happening in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, and will always be the most beautiful harbour, where I anchor all the love I have in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy dedicate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xKKAl3ZqiJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xKKAl3ZqiJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5674638403155343072?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5674638403155343072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5674638403155343072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5674638403155343072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5674638403155343072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/dearest-its-been-almost-year.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RksrgD1EReI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9aEzRcZpKFo/s72-c/love+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5066290112819695533</id><published>2007-05-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:31:50.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happeh Mother&apos;s Day; I Love Mommy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Diary Of Jane.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, it seems like it's been quite a while since I last blogged huh, perhaps a fortnight? Seems like nothing much has been happening, and felt kinda lazy laying my hands on the keyboard, thus no updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me start the ball rolling then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grrlfriend's working... (This is a point, but it is not my main point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sth weird happened last evening. I've gotten a missed call from my other number! (Who the hell will touch my hp which I hardly use, itchy fingers!) Suddenly thought about it and it must be my brother. Heh, whatever it is, I gotta clear the data of my old phone; smses cum hundreds of pictorials taken inside by tonight. If not he'd surely come and kajiao my sleep again like this morning. Off the air con while I was still sleeping. Like, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's Baby's day, which also means town for us yst. Supposedly gotten her belt &lt;s&gt;fixed&lt;/s&gt;, but let's not talk about it. However Jess the great's rubberband saved the night, in a way or two. Dined at Hans, MS for dinner and the "boys" played arcade for a li'l while after that, while Bsil and myself had yummy cupcorn outside GV. I figured we binged quite a bit last evening, but it doesn't matter as long as all are happy ye? ((: After that was my Baby's cravings for cheesecake, thus we walked to One Fullerton as planned, and had coffee and cake at Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everywhere we went, it were duos/lovers seating around side by side, felt a li'l like Valentine's Day. Btw, everyday is V.day with my Singa. (Provided no quarrellings, tsk.) Sat by the MerLion after closing while we had lollipops savouring, courtesy of Miss Tan R. L. :D After both the Je(s) left, Baby and I continued seating. We may not know what the future plan for us, but it's kinda interesting talking about it, and I am sure looking forward towards it. Hope our li'l dream will come through, I so can't wait for the day to come. We'll work towards it together love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme sum up the other days as well, not in order because I really can't recall which days all I mentioned were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the Bsil in NEL, and we went to meet her grrl in town. Chilled at MacCafe with her friends for quite some time till grrlfriend ended her wk, and we went to pick her up. New malayu song and words learnt that night, "Lima babi lima babi..." and "BABA SAYA!" Super funneh please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess. came to my house late at night and we walked out to the nearby 7-11 together, slacked around, chatted under the stars about everythang the sils could talk/gossip about our grrlfriends. (Nah I'm kidding, we wouldn't bear to bitch about you both!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where Miss HQ aka PL came to join us for dinner, where we all met outside NgeeAnn City where her boy was working. They had dinner at Spagheddies while Singa and I were having a tiff, but we managed to kiss and make up after everything. Had prata supper (Oh man, suddenly thought of the yummeh Tissue Prata PL ate. It was the "sex", simply delicious because I guess it was sweet and crispy enough for my liking.) Then, we took cab down to Wbil's place and watched 200 pounds beauty. Hillarious, but we only managed to watched till the middle part. Nvm, we can always continue again. After that was down to baby's place. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night where I had dinner with the sils was the first time we heard Singa cheering birthday rap during work. Wow, guess my Singa can join cheerleading team, and maybe Olga can join as well, while Jess &amp; I be the pompom grrls. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Nina and we had quite a long time over coffee, catching up the good ol' days back in Secondary school. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at FishNCo with Baby, where Jawk was working, and I think the decor there in the theme of "Black&amp;White"'s kinda elegently nice. Thanks for the complementary yellow? rice. (I've no idea what is it called, but nvm.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Time can take it's toll on the best of us&lt;br /&gt;Look at you you're growing old so young&lt;br /&gt;Traffic lights blink at you in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Tilt your head and turn it to the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the T.V. is like a lover&lt;br /&gt;Singing softly as you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;You wake up in the morning and it's still there&lt;br /&gt;Adding up the things you'll never be&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5066290112819695533?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5066290112819695533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5066290112819695533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5066290112819695533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5066290112819695533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/diary-of-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6568548109589465732</id><published>2007-05-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:30:13.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song: Nothing Gonna Change My Love For You'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R8n15hFH57"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R8n15hFH57" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;br /&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;br /&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;br /&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-6568548109589465732?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6568548109589465732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6568548109589465732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6568548109589465732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6568548109589465732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-i-had-to-live-my-life-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5421177147441519614</id><published>2007-05-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:24:23.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labour/May Day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Run It.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whee, I've finally found the song BB &amp; I heard in the car while Bsil was driving tt night. (This is the modern version.) &amp; you know, I think I'm blur as sotong because I actually heard it many times before, and even have the song in my Mp3. Just couldn't recall, and I even had the title as my "Label" for March 24th's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KAr1eJR1Oy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KAr1eJR1Oy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, girl, you know you drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;One look puts the rhythm in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll never understand why you hang around&lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover up with makeup in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself, it's never gonna happen again&lt;br /&gt;You cry alone and then he swears he loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end&lt;br /&gt;As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect&lt;br /&gt;Every action in this world will bear a consequence&lt;br /&gt;If you wade around forever, you will surely drown&lt;br /&gt;I see what's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you go and say you're right again&lt;br /&gt;Say you're right again&lt;br /&gt;Heed my lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end&lt;br /&gt;As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she will tell you that she has had enough&lt;br /&gt;It's coming round again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a man when you push her around&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end&lt;br /&gt;As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face down in the dirt, she says&lt;br /&gt;"This doesn't hurt", she says&lt;br /&gt;"I finally had enough" &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went down to my future school last afternoon, but I reached there even later than the time stated! Panicked so much at Bt. B's interchange pls. * Phew * Luckily the Accounts Dept's staffs hadn't gone home, if not, it'd be yet another SSDC-alike-wasted-trip! Future school mate in the making; Miss Shalyn. (I can celebrate your birthday with you in school, hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which was town for dinner with Su, and I guess for the whole evening, we spent most of our time in toilets, dealing with our "fucked up" hair. (Different level toilet, yet in the same shopping mall.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually slacked at this particular hotel's toy-let later at night! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic soon, grrly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;"Hip hop don't stop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Miss, are you available?" &lt;br /&gt;(Ye, available to give you a kick in the ass, Mister.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5421177147441519614?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5421177147441519614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5421177147441519614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5421177147441519614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5421177147441519614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/run-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-578477068892509553</id><published>2007-04-29T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:37:57.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car ride.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;More than words.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, damn. My connection's working so slowly I feel like smashing the computer screen right now. WAKE UP MODEMN, I NEED YOU TO STAY ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly wish I have a web-cam, but I don't think I'd ever use it, especially at my most unglam moments. Note the "especially", because I look unglam 24/7, haha. And suddenly I rmb friends turning on their webcams while having small conversations with me on msn. Somehow I'd secretly laugh within myself whenever is see them smiling while typing. I mean it's a very usual thing, laughing or smiling towards the computer screen after reading a funny conversation. But as for an outsider, they wouldn't get what you're laughing about. Like my dad said to me before, "Crazy ah, why are you laughing to the computer screen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room feels really humid right now, got my hair bunned, and wore a tank top! Also, I unusually left sweet smelling scents lingering in my room this evening to make myself feel slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather's great for beach outing. Okay I know, I'm like always mentioning how wonderful the weather is for beach-ing, and yet I don't seem to be going down to enjoy the sand, sea and blasting sun. Because it rains each single-past-few-days, and to see how feary the sun is now's like woah, but who knows it may rain again tonight. Oh, I can imagine lying on the warm beach with BB already. The last time we stayed over at ECP, we were all freezing in the wee morning, but it felt kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning about the rain, it was pouring heavily last night, but SIL still managed to drive us back. Thanks many, grrl! ((: Last evening, BB and I had Kenny's at Cityhall and soon after, the sci-sisters came down. So we sat by the fountain, listening to the slow moves. Before that, BB and I were watching these few kids running around. It's amazing how li'l kids mimic one another, and could just casually join in another kid's game w/o having to know each other. Half way throughout their play, this kid tried stopping random buses, while d other boy kept waving to the buses. Haha, we seriously cannot stop laughing at those few li'l imps; their undescribable innocence. After that, in laws had mini bites at FishNCo, Suntec, and we had a short walk down to the Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to SIL's house, wanted to get boardgames but instead, the grrl gotten the car key, and we went for a spin! Down to Changi Airport, and then back to Srng central! Nice ride, Jess. :D After that, we continued our plan, played Game Of Life (This time a clearer version, and Singa, you weren't lonely anymore! You're always the richest, and you had your wife seating right to the back of your six seater car!) :p And we play guessing-the-word-game Taboo as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've got the spasm to spend a night in a luxurious hotel. The yummy smell of hotel lobbies and hotels rooms. Ahh, but of cos, I'm randomly mentioning for the sake of mentioning. Haven't even pay fine, still can think of enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjShVzQLGGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Nw6HvIcAh54/s1600-h/PICT0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjShVzQLGGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Nw6HvIcAh54/s200/PICT0083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845677351278690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jeju! &lt;br /&gt;Largest normal room I've stayed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjShRjQLGFI/AAAAAAAAATw/-jOiPRD7TxU/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjShRjQLGFI/AAAAAAAAATw/-jOiPRD7TxU/s200/lastscan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845604336834642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Miss the one in white!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten this from this website, and found it to be pretteh true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl doesn't cry easily. &lt;br /&gt;Except in front of the person whom she loves the most, she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries in front of you, it means that she couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When she cries right in front of you, when she cries because of you, look into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the pain and hurt she is feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cry with pure sincerity in front of you and also because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries, not because she is weak.&lt;br /&gt;She cries, not because she wants sympathy or pity.&lt;br /&gt;She cries, because crying silently is no longer possible.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, hurt and agony have become too big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to you, and it's all because of you, it's time to look back on what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it.&lt;br /&gt;Because one day, it may be too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say... "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last thang, I'm back listening to: Rihanna's Pon De Replay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-578477068892509553?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/578477068892509553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=578477068892509553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/578477068892509553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/578477068892509553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/oo-i-read-this-from-site-and-found-it_29.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjShVzQLGGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Nw6HvIcAh54/s72-c/PICT0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4257077043479096129</id><published>2007-04-27T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:32:19.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you long.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And even thankew&apos; a whole lot more'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Is It Any Wonder?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day's finally here; We knew this day would come, but never did we expected it to come by so soon. Altogether, &lt;u&gt;six&lt;/u&gt; of us have/had contributed a total of &lt;u&gt;$1000&lt;/u&gt;. YAY, we "contributed" to the community! But don't make it a second time please, heard it's gonna be $1000 &lt;u&gt;each&lt;/u&gt; for 2nd time offender. Do yourself a favour and &lt;u&gt;find a dustbin!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was ultimate SUAY/UNLUCKY/DAO MEI day I swear to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, don't know where to start please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1: Drizzling, cloudy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB &amp; I had to make our way down to SSDC, thinking we could collect back the money they were suppose to refund us. Ended up, we went down in vain, cos the IT department's people went back home. (Ok, I thought maybe it's partially our fault for not calling up before hand, enquiring the time they'd go offwork, taking things for granted.) But BB said this in-charge who called her up told her he'd passed the money to someone else. In d end, we went off without retriving the money, cos the lady at this counter claimed nobody was holding on to the money. Damn, but I kept my cool thinking it's a small amount of money, and no point making a big fuss outta it. And since I've always tell myself to be more understanding, thus I kept my calm. We went out, somehow cursing a li'l, bopian, hard to control. ((: Like they made us go all the way down for nothing. But if BB had pract. yst, it would be a different thang, at least she'd be there, and of cos I wouldn't mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 2: Sitting near the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chey chey chey, don't really wanna talk about it just that some people very sluttish. Outta the blues, two middle age just appear in front of your bear eyes and bah! Both of us got FINE 200 bucks each! It's no funny matter. Oh well, for the rest of you, &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt; 2nd time please people: Esp. my in laws and d other two. You'd never know when people's hiding behind some pillars, bushes or wherever. * Touch wood * though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the rest of the day, BB &amp; I decided to go budget. Actually not very budget la, just that we thought 400 bucks could get us both many things, or even another TRIP. Argh! Mixed feeling of anger, frustration, yet don't wanna act drama at the same time. Of cos many asked, "Why didn't try to plead", "Act pitiful...", "Try asking" But the thang was, there were so many people surrounding us at that time. I did questioned one of them, "How would you know it's mine?" Huh? But overall I knew we couldn't argue much since we did litter thus I thought, fuck, pay up and forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funneh thang was, BB and I though sighed a lot about it throughout the whole evening, &lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; we laughed even more regarding the situation, totally contradicting ourselves. HA, but at least we're in for it together. Nvm, we can always save and go through two months together right BABY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjHs8zQLGCI/AAAAAAAAATY/ErGQAGQUtAU/s1600-h/95300982_ab7823bcac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjHs8zQLGCI/AAAAAAAAATY/ErGQAGQUtAU/s200/95300982_ab7823bcac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058084385808128034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, thanks BSIL for the ride home! You really got our interest at heart. Our turn to treat you the next time round. Singa &amp; I enjoyed our mini meet up last night with the WBIL as well! * Hugs *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4257077043479096129?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4257077043479096129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4257077043479096129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4257077043479096129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4257077043479096129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/sings-christina-aguileras-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RjHs8zQLGCI/AAAAAAAAATY/ErGQAGQUtAU/s72-c/95300982_ab7823bcac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5736147475480121915</id><published>2007-04-25T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:19:33.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Song.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Happy Daze.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, why must it rain like every single day without fear. Eh, but like as though it makes a difference to me huh. Correction, it makes a disturbing-lehcheh difference when I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't like the thunder. Scary sial! Like I wanna visit &lt;strong&gt;Cafe Del Mar&lt;/strong&gt; soon also cannot; thinking it'd surely pour upon reaching Siloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme do the survey on my grrlfriend's behalf, since the modemn's being switched off right now. PS, I need remedies to treat ulcers, Su! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Singa, Bbil, RMJ, RDC, CoolX&lt;br /&gt;Astrology Sign: Sagittarius &lt;br /&gt;Gender: Butch&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Glasses: Nah. (Can't imagine you in it though.)&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo: Can't. (If not I think Angkong all over alr!)&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: TPY. (Same as Olga, tsk!)&lt;br /&gt;Area code: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Have You Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut your own hair: Nope. (Regular customer of SW though.)&lt;br /&gt;Done something in the past and regret: -&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school: Ahem!&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped: Nope. (But I'm sure she'd love to try, am sorry I deprived you of Superman!) Wanna holiholiday soon.&lt;br /&gt;Punched someone: So gentle, what do you think.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: Nah uh.&lt;br /&gt;Broken into someones house: Better not.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a funeral: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Used a lighter: Every hour. (Lighter is her source of energy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: Seasons Icetea? (Hey, that's my fav.)&lt;br /&gt;Icecream flavors: Choco. for sure.&lt;br /&gt;School subject: Prolly MotherTongue.&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Do you even like candy in the 1st place?&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Same as me? :D&lt;br /&gt;Juice: Papaya Juice.&lt;br /&gt;Books: Lect. notes.&lt;br /&gt;Movies: Like 300? (Looks at Bsil; boys' thang!) &lt;br /&gt;Songs: Like Massari's? (:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fastfood restaurant: No preference.&lt;br /&gt;Disney Princess: HAHA? Maybe SnowWhite &amp; the 7 Dwalves.&lt;br /&gt;TV station: TV3?&lt;br /&gt;Name for a son: -&lt;br /&gt;Name for a daugter: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Do You Prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Choco.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic or not: Yes. (In terms of clubbing.)&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies or comedies: Both.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Short.&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits: Croutons. (Sometimes bacon not halal you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) 1st Thing That Comes To Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexicans in general: Hawt babes?!&lt;br /&gt;School: Lectures, Friends, Hanging out and/or Slacking, Dragging my way down to school, Sleeping late yet gotta pull myself up early the next morning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Grass: Picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Cow: "Eee, I hate beef!" SPAT it out immed. after Epal fed me.&lt;br /&gt;Canada: " Let's get married there " &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Mouse: Hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;Hands: Building up "muscles" on both hands! * Wink *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) Past Few Days, Have You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone: Ye. (Telephone bills gonna explode anytime.)&lt;br /&gt;Cried: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Choked: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Drank a glass of water: You better drink more.&lt;br /&gt;Done Drugs: No way!&lt;br /&gt;Read a book or magazine: (I still haven't passed you the Storybook, haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV: Quite rarely.&lt;br /&gt;Looked into the mirror: Duh. (We're talking about Singa here.)&lt;br /&gt;Taken a shower: Yes, like 3meals a day. (Then again, you don't really eat 3 meals, lol!)&lt;br /&gt;Taken a picture: Ye, Epal always like taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to music: Mp3!&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: Epal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5736147475480121915?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5736147475480121915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5736147475480121915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5736147475480121915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5736147475480121915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-daze.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4203179827992824279</id><published>2007-04-24T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:20:23.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Say It Right.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you do when you're bored yet don't wanna leave your blogging space empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Epal, Pink, Wsil, CuteX.&lt;br /&gt;Astrology Sign: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Femme&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color: Black, Red, Gold.&lt;br /&gt;Glasses: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: National Uni. Hospital (Almost wanted to type Hotel.)&lt;br /&gt;Area code: 538 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Have You Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut your own hair: No, and never.&lt;br /&gt;Done something in the past and regret: Lemme think about this.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school: Don't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped: Excitement, overwhelm.&lt;br /&gt;Punched someone: Sorry, really can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Broken into someones house: Marvelous, no.&lt;br /&gt;Been to a funeral: Sigh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Used a lighter: Nah. (I know, I fucking lied.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Icecream flavors: Mac. Nut, GreenTea.&lt;br /&gt;School subject: Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Candy: Ooo, Candyfloss.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Any buffet breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;Juice: Honeydew, Watermelon, Sugarcane.&lt;br /&gt;Books: Fwah, but I really love "Red Sky In The Morning"  and the Shopaholic Series.&lt;br /&gt;Movies: Pretteh Woman, The Sound Of Music, Roman Holiday. (Too many.)&lt;br /&gt;Songs: My grrl's singing la. HA.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite fastfood restaurant: Kenny Rogers, counted?&lt;br /&gt;Disney Princess: Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;TV station: Discovery Travel&amp;Living, MTV, HBO, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Name for a son: Ignatius, Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;Name for a daugter: Jade. (I don't know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Do You Prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Choco.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic or not: Yes &amp; No.&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies or comedies: Both.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Each could have their own uniques styles I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits: Croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) 1st Thing That Comes To Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexicans in general: Hotties?&lt;br /&gt;School: Lectures, Friends, Hanging out and/or Slacking, Dragging my way down to school, Sleeping late yet gotta pull myself up early the next morning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Grass: Warm Green.&lt;br /&gt;Cow: Beef, Milk.&lt;br /&gt;Canada: " Let's get married there " &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Mouse: Eee, what kind? Not the ones that sneaks at your backyard can already.&lt;br /&gt;Hands: Manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) Past Few Days, Have You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone: Ye, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;Cried: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Choked: I choked on Teh Tarik last night.&lt;br /&gt;Drank a glass of water: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Done Drugs: Nah, never.&lt;br /&gt;Read a book or magazine: Newspapers counted?&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV: Every night's thang.&lt;br /&gt;Looked into the mirror: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Taken a shower: Omg, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Taken a picture: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to music: All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone: Singa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tagboard wasn't working well the past few days, thus no replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Congrats for passing Pract8 with &lt;u&gt;1 try&lt;/u&gt; sweetie. Good job, ladaye! Last lap to go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ri4RS31-TiI/AAAAAAAAASo/FxlyYolMkvI/s1600-h/lxv503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ri4RS31-TiI/AAAAAAAAASo/FxlyYolMkvI/s400/lxv503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056998447509294626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4203179827992824279?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4203179827992824279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4203179827992824279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4203179827992824279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4203179827992824279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/say-it-right.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ri4RS31-TiI/AAAAAAAAASo/FxlyYolMkvI/s72-c/lxv503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8729486328877482548</id><published>2007-04-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T19:42:32.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture perfect you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ghetto harmonizing surprising runnin' back.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy's feeling a li'l uneasy right now, guess it's because of the curry noodles I ate for lunch (at almost tea hour.) Oh so spicy, thus I only had a few mouth of it. And I was so tired I couldn't even hear my alarm this morning to wake the Michael Jackson up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congrats to my sister cum brother-in-law who passed their driving! Whee! :D Four of us met up after BB's work on Friday night, and went for celebration. They treated us supper, so the next time when BB passed, it's our turn to call for a celebration! Soon I guess, BB must add oil huh. * Mwah * I'd always contradict myself; I want you to pass yet I don't wanna as well, tsk! But seeing your motivated self and after the many months of going down SSDC, you've finally made it to the (coming) end, and I'm definately anticipating for you babe. Final step already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we took a cab down to Zouk, and thanks to Valerie for the free admission! We reached and wanted to go inside, but this organiser claimed he didn't hear of such event so he requested me to give her another call, and she said to mention sth about us being in the "Guests list". After all the etc(s), and after we played funneh hands &amp; mind game by the riverside, the guy was nice and he let us in even though eventually I guess he didn't managed to check the details out. ((: Even when the parteh really started, there was already this commosion inside, and this guy had blood all over his tshirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we were at the dance floor and there was this hawt grrl (mind the sarcasm cos of the inconvenience she made); While she was dancing, her lovely heels kicked this jug of alcohol and it spilled directly at our direction. We got splashed while she was still happily swaying away, shaking her boodies, up and down she went. (If only you can click to view my expression at that point of time) Pissed la, definately. Jess's and my shoes were soaked with alcoholc, but thank goodness it dried up after a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for a short while inside, cos we didn't get any drinks that night, and took a ride down to WBIL's place to slack instead. Played "Monopoly", and we were all shocked that we can actually endure till 7plus coming 8am, until Jeremiah &amp; I went bankrupt and then we tucked into bed till next afternoon. Was my 1st time playing till I can built so many houses and even hotels! Haha, and I even had weird dreams that morning. Had my bath, and we went to eat breakfast cum lunch, and then down to BB's house, waited for her to have her bath and down we went to Vivo City for dinner. PS: Nice catching up with Su d other day too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and during out game, BB went, " Later got a card that says 'Go straight to Mayfair' " and wow wonderful, I so happened to be the one who kehna that card. The most expensive land with many houses constructed by herslf, lol. But she was being nice, she gave us much discounted prices for paying up! The game's fun, let's play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to the middle age man who got killed at Ahmad Ibrahim road while repairing the tyres. Read more details on newspapers today, cause I know last night, we were seating right opposite to his wake at Srng Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to meet Baby in school on Wednesday's. That afternoon, coincidentally my elder brother came back from work and was going down M'sia, thus I asked him to gimme a ride since I knew it was on the way, if not like he said "Okay, I drop you at Kovan!" So, he sent me all the way to SIM, and on the way down, I was reminiscing cause the damn route seemed so familiar yet I know I will hardly go this way. Stayed from 2plus till around 6plus. Played "Game Of Life" in the library &amp; etc. After that down to Haris's house for a short while, and had dinner at Chompchomp with his grrl and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1oH1-TcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EV2QvSyIoT4/s1600-h/tc+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1oH1-TcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EV2QvSyIoT4/s320/tc+poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193970069982658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Suddenly thought of this movie; BB &amp; myself watching late at night. This comedy perked us up I guess, hillarious. Imagine two sleepy headed about to fall asleep anytime, and yet can still continue watching finish! I wanna watch from the beginning since we missed the front part. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1j31-TbI/AAAAAAAAARw/DFDADZEf03o/s1600-h/tc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1j31-TbI/AAAAAAAAARw/DFDADZEf03o/s320/tc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193897055538610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1fX1-TaI/AAAAAAAAARo/X5Er9j5-Ub0/s1600-h/tc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1fX1-TaI/AAAAAAAAARo/X5Er9j5-Ub0/s320/tc2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193819746127266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1RH1-TZI/AAAAAAAAARg/RVcV8g5TlyM/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1RH1-TZI/AAAAAAAAARg/RVcV8g5TlyM/s320/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193574932991378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I gotta put this up cos someone took this picture herself and thinks it's classic taking from down &amp; under. Haha! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1Fn1-TYI/AAAAAAAAARY/GGlPVVMGgcw/s1600-h/Picture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1Fn1-TYI/AAAAAAAAARY/GGlPVVMGgcw/s320/Picture+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193377364495746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris0931-TXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mLIChOZExkE/s1600-h/Picture+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris0931-TXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mLIChOZExkE/s320/Picture+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193244220509554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris01X1-TWI/AAAAAAAAARI/0eILuNa99Nw/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris01X1-TWI/AAAAAAAAARI/0eILuNa99Nw/s320/Picture+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056193098191621474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh, round here we ridin slow&lt;br /&gt;We keep it gutta you should know&lt;br /&gt;Gettin crunk off in da club we gets low oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh (oh) round here we ridin slow &lt;br /&gt;Handle it ladies back it up&lt;br /&gt;Gettin crunk off in the club we gets low oh &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks BB for all the lovely outings we had, enjoyed and much appreciated! Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8729486328877482548?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8729486328877482548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8729486328877482548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8729486328877482548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8729486328877482548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghetto-harmonizing-surprising-runnin.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Ris1oH1-TcI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EV2QvSyIoT4/s72-c/tc+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5482991295700037784</id><published>2007-04-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:48:49.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect muse.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Dedication.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 56.9fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RiOgxObBt5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YeOvFKAULGw/s1600-h/L0464-TTSM.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RiOgxObBt5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YeOvFKAULGw/s200/L0464-TTSM.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054059974385317778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Baby;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, here's my HUGE kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the month once again, Happy Monthsary li'l one! &lt;3 This day, last year also happened to be the first time we chatted online, if you can remember. In fact, you were the one who reminded me the actual date! One whole year have passed by in a blink of an eye. Thanks for all the happiness and joy, and for all the good times we shared. Though there're bound to have ups and downs in a relationship, but I'm glad we've made it through those bumpy rides. All I can really rmb is the wonderful times we spent together; those good ol' memories.. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many colours, pictures and poetry could describe our love, but now that I'm about to tell you how true, pure and perfect it is, I'm short for words, pictures and even for a li'l poetry knowledge. I wouldn't know how to live away from someone as special as you, and you are somebody who pushes me forward and who show me the beauty in things. I could never neglect this beautiful love we share, because I can't imagine one day looking into your eyes and not finding that bright flame of affection and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May life keeps on blessing us with each other's presence, and may our days with love, affection and tenderness you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, may I continue to dedicate you with what's most sincere, beautiful and best in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, &lt;strong&gt;Epal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5482991295700037784?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5482991295700037784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5482991295700037784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5482991295700037784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5482991295700037784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/dedication.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RiOgxObBt5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YeOvFKAULGw/s72-c/L0464-TTSM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8442166555328449819</id><published>2007-04-15T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:18:38.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovers in the back seat. (V+U)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Paradise City.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Sundays, Sundays are boring and it's not even sunny. It's humid, and the thunder is screaming. I know Sundays needn't necessary be "sunny", but I've always had this mentality since young (pri. school days) that Sunday are horrible because it's always so hawt, nobody to play with (because my cousins only comes every Satuday) and Sunday also equivilents to "studying day" where I had my weekly morning breakfast at Macs with my dad, hanging around Oriental (present's Heartland Mall), and going home to complete my homework, and to study for all the tests like some other diligent kid out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was JB trip for the four of us; Su, Caw, BB, and myself. Met up at Sengkang and took buses down to the checkpoint. Was already slightly cloudy on the way there, and oh so accurately when we reached JB and intending to take a short walk down CitySquare, it started pouring cats &amp; dogs. As usual, we refused to hop on to any cabs from the checkpoint thus we waited for a while, then fastened our steps and walked down to the shopping mall w/o brolly. Tsk! We made it there, soaked. :p Basically all we did was entertaining ourselves with foodie, &amp; a li'l of shopping for the BB plus manicure/footmassage/shaping brows for the cous, her bf &amp; myself. ((: Had Secret Recipe for lunch and PizzaHut over at HolidayPlaza for a hearty dinner. Had fun with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funneh part was at the Singapore's custom. I had my passport scanned first and BB was behind me. I waited, pretending to walk slowly cos I realised it wrote "No waiting" in front, so I turned back to see if BB's ready, but saw her laughing instead, cause this police officer whom scanned our passports asked something like if both of us had a "theme", cause we were both wearing the same polo shirt. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was gathering with SIM mates! Dinner plus a li'l window shopping with Zann, Su &amp; HQ in town first and then Zann droved us down to Mt Faber later that night. Altivo; lovely ambience plus live music. I like live music! And followed by the rest of them who came down after that.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yst's the usual Saturday hangout with the BB. Ahh, grin, though it was a short few hours but I had fun with ya! Thanks for the Fishy dinner treat sweetie. LOVE, and please tkcr of your cough ya. * Big fat bear hugs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the J&amp;Js' joined us for dinner after their work as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised almost everyone I tend to mention in my blog tends to have names starting with Bro&amp;Sis-in-law - J, Cutex - J, Six month - J, PL - J. (Though I don't call ya that.) and lastly, BFF - J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Grrlfriend; &lt;a href="http://208.109.69.157/funstuff/extra/extra03.asp?strName=RYAN%20BECKHAM"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8442166555328449819?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8442166555328449819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8442166555328449819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8442166555328449819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8442166555328449819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/paradise-city.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4289038078206261057</id><published>2007-04-11T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:33:45.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrlfriend Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yr my number 1.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Beautiful Ones.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the best time not to figit around too much and just concentrate on the computer screen and type. Because, after letting my fugly-slightly-turned-yellowish finger nails to rest for a few wicked days, I've decided to bring some life back in them. Painted 'em candy colour! Accomplished, &amp; now is the critical cooling time. Damnit pekchek to see how nicely painted your nails were at first, and the next thing you know, it's being smudged by either your itchy fingers or something you touched, unknowingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's also quite a challenge for me to paint my nails with my disfunctioned left hands la, but I still managed to do so. * Hur hur * Sometimes vanity cracks one self up, seriously, but it's for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly ignore my previous post, it's emo piece of shit. But I'm thankful enough I've sucha wonderful grrlfriend who stands by me, or rather, tries her very best. I know how hard you try, I love you! APE TU? * Tickles * &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joohoo next morning, and to the two lovelies who specially took off for it, kudos to the both of you! * Lurve * We'll have fun there, and how I wish we can find the yummy plus cheap Nasi Lemak. ((: (Which is rather deep in, and right beside the sea, thus I doubt so.) Hmm, and it's clubbing tonight with the lovely couple. Grin! To those who are boogie-ing as well, have as much fun! &amp; p/s, DON'T &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLIRT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TOO MUCH. Ahem! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrlfriend was telling me about her dream last night - As related to myself not being able to log into her account d other night. I wanted to revive her stagnant blog, and at least update a li'l for her but the silly grrl couldn't recall her new password. * Gee * Nvm, I'm sure eventually you'd rmb, someday, sometime. ((: Then, I'll help ya update, sweetie. Even your PB can't save you. * Maha *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about your PB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, PPS: Rosey's true habitat is China, and she just came back not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;J: u from cheena ah (YADA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Rose says: the cutex n coolx&lt;br /&gt;Le Rose says: aiyo&lt;br /&gt;Le Rose says: qi li zi san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J says: YAH LOH&lt;br /&gt;J says: QI LI ZI SAN CAN&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelicious, Applelicious, &amp; I still rmb the Coolx have their own significant &lt;S&gt;erh, quite retarded&lt;/s&gt; sign. Laughs! Wait till I find the pictures. But very cute-tilicious, I like. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, add more oil you both, Singa &amp; I wanna hear more "The leaves is falling, falling, falling" from the "6 month". This entry is getting more in b/w the lines, but some of you'd know what I'm mentioning about can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tkcr, and xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4289038078206261057?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4289038078206261057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4289038078206261057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4289038078206261057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4289038078206261057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/nows-best-time-to-type-because-why.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-742843544287115701</id><published>2007-04-10T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:39:23.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pa; Yr still the best.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Oochie Wala Wala.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense it's gonna pour, any sooner. It's so dark and I keep hearing the thunder. Suddenly feel the bad for not bringing my bitch for walks recently. (The one I love 2nd most, apart from my love ones.) Since we've decided to bring her into the family years back, I should do my part to make her years ahead happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh that's right, get her a &lt;strong&gt;new bone&lt;/strong&gt;! The ones she love best. Did I mention, BONEBONE's the word that alerts her, apart from d other big word in her mini dictionary; LIZARD! Makes her go really hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's best friend. Indeed. She's my best friend who tends to bite me, occasionally in/outside the kitchen, fearing I'd steal all her food. Dogs ~ * Rolls eyes * (When I'm like the one who feeds her.) It makes no sense sometimes, you li'l greedy pig who only loves playing your bestfriend/brotherhood, Canibal huh! Only when my dad starts scolding her, she'd act like she won't mind me touching her precious-smells-like-luncheon-meat foodie at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, still something close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently heard of many robbing cases around my house's vacinity, and I've even once got tagged by men. Thus I've become more cautious lately, hence the stop of bringing her for walks. I've even have the fear of walking to the back to take bus alone. (Where I used to love taking bus either to school or town.) Now I stopped walking to that bus stop. Not so wise with many workers and old men who loves bio-ing at tits. * Oops *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I feel like walking the world&lt;br /&gt;Like walking the world&lt;br /&gt;You can hear she's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;What you heard&lt;br /&gt;She likes to leave you hanging on a wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what you thinking about &lt;br /&gt;When you got me waiting patiently &lt;br /&gt;And usually, I don't have to wait for nobody &lt;br /&gt;But there's something about you &lt;br /&gt;That really got me feeling weak &lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to find the words to speak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way I live. &lt;br /&gt;Lil' Boy still pushin' big wheels &lt;br /&gt;I stack my money, lay low, and chill. &lt;br /&gt;This is the way I live. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s, 3 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you needa know who are the ones who are true to you, and will not forsake/act ignorant when you need their help. At the end of the day telling you they really care. I admit I'd unintentionally neglect those whom I know will be there for me. However, they'd know no matter how far the distance is apart, I'd try my best to be there. You can have many friends, but deep inside perhaps you know most would be acquaintances that perhaps you can't really reach out to. Friendster perhaps may only be a channel/link to make yourself feel better with comforts or words from your friends. You don't hafta agree, but I feel so somehow seeing how others can backstab my friends and yet still leaving nice words about each other.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvelous isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neglect equals to distance equals to goodbye. Start cherishing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowadays I don't really know how to smile no more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-742843544287115701?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/742843544287115701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=742843544287115701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/742843544287115701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/742843544287115701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/oochie-wala-wala.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5621181498832751290</id><published>2007-04-08T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:17:29.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Right where you want me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Our Velocity.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone read the papers. I was browsing through, and this particular article caught my attention. There's this (big &amp; I'm not being exaggerating) family living at Marsiling, the total number of them (just the family itself) adding up to a huge figure of 75; 1 men, 10 wives, and 64 kids! It's seriously amazing how the wives can live together harmoniously! They're like the main topic of the neighbour la, but sadly, the husband/father whose taking up a huge role in the family is currenly behind bars for like 32 years, because why, he molested 6 of his daughters. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 wives still not enough to sartisfy him eh, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my nails suck la. Nail polish's like dropping out all, yet I did nothing about 'em, when I really can't stand the sight of untidy finger nails. Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the Scissors Sisters went down to Ikea yst! Finally, because I've been wanting to visit that mega store since forever. :D Furniture-window-shopping, and taking endless pictures using Jess's camera! After which was all the way down to Marina South for yummy steamboat, and then we sat by the riverside till we got a li'l restless, and lastly headed down to Serangoon for Prata. By then, poor BSIL was so tired already. Oh, and before that, we were seated directly facing the 1/2 way constructing really-gonna-be-pretty-and-magnificant Ferris Wheel! It was indeed less aimless than last Saturday. I agree we're definately people who suits slacking/chilling more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: There's a story behind us, but it's far too long to elaborate, but do rmb, we'll be the pride of the Ferris Wheels! * Lol *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my cousin (Brig. &amp; her bf) came just now, and I heard about their adventurous backpacking trip to Vietnam. They were on this train, and the next thing they knew the next morning, their passports and cash were all being stolen! Thank goodness they managed to survived through the long trip. It's a once in a life's time experience I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below pictures from last Thursday; The eve of Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWr6SuSKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rs74QF2nLQE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWr6SuSKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rs74QF2nLQE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051023031966517410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dined at The Village @ The Heerens.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWfKSuSJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/utZrbbwvQ7s/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWfKSuSJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/utZrbbwvQ7s/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051022812923185298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;7 of us chilling outside NgeeAnn City.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWQaSuSII/AAAAAAAAAPw/HTMM3nAEuzA/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWQaSuSII/AAAAAAAAAPw/HTMM3nAEuzA/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051022559520114818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PL-(de)licious. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWFKSuSHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/r_zl8dL7qOQ/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWFKSuSHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/r_zl8dL7qOQ/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051022366246586482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;She invented a stylin' new way to carry her bag. Teehee!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjQZKSuSCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P3tVAvyQsCM/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjQZKSuSCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P3tVAvyQsCM/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051016112774203426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The SIL(s).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjQQ6SuSBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Rle7tZOaUUs/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjQQ6SuSBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Rle7tZOaUUs/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051015971040282642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The lovely pair.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjQE6SuSAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/k6MP-S1_Lrs/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjQE6SuSAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/k6MP-S1_Lrs/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051015764881852418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Old Macdonald had a farm, ee ya ee ya oh!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjP4qSuR_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/pwY95jGJ8u4/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjP4qSuR_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/pwY95jGJ8u4/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051015554428454898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So my grrlfriend says she has a new pokkercard trick! &lt;strong&gt;WOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjPZaSuR-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_S8Xxlc-98o/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjPZaSuR-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_S8Xxlc-98o/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051015017557542882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Laughs!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/strong&gt; Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall for the false promises of retail therapy -- shopping trips are unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;Make sure your passport is current. Interests abroad - possibly work or love related, or both. Take center stage right now. Frankly, you're more than ready; you could really use a little la dolce vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquarius&lt;/strong&gt; Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;There are no chains heavy enough to hold you back today! You are unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries are important in a relationship. It's necessary to know where you two stand so you can behave respectfully. It's just as important, however, that those boundaries remain flexible and negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the horoscope sounds pretteh true. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt; Wo ai ni, sweeteh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5621181498832751290?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5621181498832751290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5621181498832751290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5621181498832751290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5621181498832751290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-velocity.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhjWr6SuSKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rs74QF2nLQE/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1869100076049330060</id><published>2007-04-04T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:57:53.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starlight'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;PS, I Love You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep just by waiting for my computer to load, but it was only for a few minutes. Am glad I'm up early today! I like it this way, least I getta see and feel the sun. * So tempting! * (Although now-a-days I suffer from a li'l heat rash!) BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanna apologize to my BB if I'm being unreasonable at times. You guessed it right the reason why my mood changes so fast.. A woman's thang, sian, it's the time of the month. * Teehee * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and I won't give up on us! "We'd grow old, ugly &amp; fragile together" Promise. (: Thanks for burning the pictures for me, and more importantly, thankew' for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a peep from our trip last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5xqSuR9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7QahjlDoVZU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5xqSuR9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7QahjlDoVZU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049513501285828562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hotel View.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5cqSuR8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i7kGrVv0uCk/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5cqSuR8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/i7kGrVv0uCk/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049513140508575682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We were actually shivering while taking pics.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5LqSuR7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/xspPRyVlav8/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5LqSuR7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/xspPRyVlav8/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049512848450799538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally made our way to PizzaHut! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5BKSuR6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/7eiIYUa8kzY/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5BKSuR6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/7eiIYUa8kzY/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049512668062173090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Contented Epal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN42aSuR5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/g8xE-AIz9Go/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN42aSuR5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/g8xE-AIz9Go/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049512483378579346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chilling at this park.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN4UKSuR4I/AAAAAAAAANw/76gYZ-7ynuM/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN4UKSuR4I/AAAAAAAAANw/76gYZ-7ynuM/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049511894968059778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We had our dinner cum supper on tt small table. Su thinks the carpet will grow maggots, but I think the maggots will die, cos it's too spicy! :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN366SuR3I/AAAAAAAAANo/hPK-so68Ljk/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN366SuR3I/AAAAAAAAANo/hPK-so68Ljk/s320/Picture+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049511461176362866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Did I mention before we had supplementary bottles of water and cookies after returning to the hotel. Before tt we were sleeping, heard someone knocking on the door but ignored cos we thought was neighbour's door! Haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNw36SuR2I/AAAAAAAAANg/eLnZbnlHr2s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNw36SuR2I/AAAAAAAAANg/eLnZbnlHr2s/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049503713055360866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwpaSuR1I/AAAAAAAAANY/YFW3rgn3MF8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwpaSuR1I/AAAAAAAAANY/YFW3rgn3MF8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049503463947257682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Looka lika Hantu.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwY6SuR0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/O_IECDYkX9E/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwY6SuR0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/O_IECDYkX9E/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049503180479416130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwM6SuRzI/AAAAAAAAANI/lApD8J_g4d8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwM6SuRzI/AAAAAAAAANI/lApD8J_g4d8/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049502974320985906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't take pictures when I'm ugly"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like you in any way, baby!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwAqSuRyI/AAAAAAAAANA/iZR8bvpM-MQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhNwAqSuRyI/AAAAAAAAANA/iZR8bvpM-MQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049502763867588386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; My life&lt;br /&gt;You electrify my life&lt;br /&gt;Let's conspire to ignite&lt;br /&gt;All the souls that would die just to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;If you promised not to fade away&lt;br /&gt;Never fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes and expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes and revelations &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS, bless all the (happy) couples around. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1869100076049330060?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1869100076049330060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1869100076049330060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1869100076049330060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1869100076049330060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/ps-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhN5xqSuR9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/7QahjlDoVZU/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5380416675124715167</id><published>2007-04-02T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:24:12.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To be continued...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Westside Story, Part One.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was msning with Su about school, and I miss the times we studied together. SU, HQ, DAT &amp; Myself as project groupies! I still rmb Orientation day, Su came to my house and we took a bus down to school together in the wee morning. Everyone seemed so unfamiliar then. Clementi may seem far, but amazing how 1 year and 3 months passed so quickly; Since July 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of us, then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZ41a5nrI/AAAAAAAAALY/aL4yQRhepg4/s1600-h/17thJune+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZ41a5nrI/AAAAAAAAALY/aL4yQRhepg4/s320/17thJune+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048774752718134962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The overhead bridge we gotta climb over every morning/noon; Rmb this incident 3 of us got stucked at the bus stop opposite school for more than 1/2 hr cause of the damn rain, and eventually, we took this loop bus which had to go pass Clementi MRT, just to reach our school's busstop. Ended up we didn't attend lecture also. Haha. - It was before the shelter was built. Happy climbing, Singa!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZc1a5nqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QtOsSMeP5Vk/s1600-h/17thJune+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZc1a5nqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QtOsSMeP5Vk/s320/17thJune+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048774271681797794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you rmb the price tag on lecturer's jacket! We couldn't stop giggling.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZMFa5npI/AAAAAAAAALI/q8ipRDfptws/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZMFa5npI/AAAAAAAAALI/q8ipRDfptws/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773983918988946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our usuals after school at the bus stop. The bus stop I first saw BB also. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZGFa5noI/AAAAAAAAALA/GpeNyv4G7uo/s1600-h/Photo-0878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZGFa5noI/AAAAAAAAALA/GpeNyv4G7uo/s320/Photo-0878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773880839773826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cam whoring in the toilet!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZAFa5nnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2UndH7L-gAw/s1600-h/Photo-0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZAFa5nnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2UndH7L-gAw/s320/Photo-0812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773777760558706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PL still had punkish hairdo then! Cool.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDY7Fa5nmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7bzh8loC4xs/s1600-h/Z+-3962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDY7Fa5nmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7bzh8loC4xs/s320/Z+-3962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773691861212770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Haha! So cute. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDY1la5nlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/prsEomT0sIM/s1600-h/Z+-3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDY1la5nlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/prsEomT0sIM/s320/Z+-3961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773597371932242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mr. Duong; "You grrls..." blah. Haha, he's a really nice person.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYq1a5nkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uGNWIjU_67o/s1600-h/Photo-0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYq1a5nkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/uGNWIjU_67o/s320/Photo-0651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773412688338498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Slacking in b/w breaks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYZVa5njI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YIujLfMoRIg/s1600-h/Photo-0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYZVa5njI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YIujLfMoRIg/s320/Photo-0951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048773112040627762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1st time BB &amp; I hang out after school. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYR1a5niI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N5_fuAFFX9Q/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYR1a5niI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/N5_fuAFFX9Q/s320/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048772983191608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Waiting for the Mafia, NP building.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYL1a5nhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ceykhK_jXZY/s1600-h/17thJune+0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDYL1a5nhI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ceykhK_jXZY/s320/17thJune+0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048772880112393746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PL stayed over.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDX1la5ngI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vU5CiHx82LQ/s1600-h/17thJune+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDX1la5ngI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vU5CiHx82LQ/s320/17thJune+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048772497860304386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDW9la5nfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Qx7_Y_yl0c/s1600-h/Z+-6442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDW9la5nfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-Qx7_Y_yl0c/s320/Z+-6442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048771535787630066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This was Altivo, after Longbeach.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDWzla5neI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9zApFNg0HAs/s1600-h/17thJune+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDWzla5neI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9zApFNg0HAs/s320/17thJune+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048771363988938210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;YL's chalet.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDWk1a5ndI/AAAAAAAAAJo/n0wOIg6MsZg/s1600-h/Photo-0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDWk1a5ndI/AAAAAAAAAJo/n0wOIg6MsZg/s320/Photo-0676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048771110585867730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;XS's house to slack since she stayed so near school.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDWWVa5ncI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RilfYvEDRxs/s1600-h/Photo-0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDWWVa5ncI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RilfYvEDRxs/s320/Photo-0660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048770861477764546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Renee sista's house to play w. her li'l bunny.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lovely memories we had.. And of course this is not all; Skipping lectures, going for many toilet cum *** break (Ps, nothing dirty huh!), Our daily hawt coffee/teas, Having lunch at the Foodcourt/Megabites, Shopping for stationeries at Popular, Macdonalds at KAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, thanks MAK for the muffin! LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Westside story part two, in 2 months' time. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5380416675124715167?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5380416675124715167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5380416675124715167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5380416675124715167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5380416675124715167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/westside-story-part-one.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDZ41a5nrI/AAAAAAAAALY/aL4yQRhepg4/s72-c/17thJune+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2413653669186347918</id><published>2007-04-01T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:23:12.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You got my temperature rising like el nin-yo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;El Nin-Yo!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh gawd, I've been sneezing continuously! It's either my room's dusty, or someone's missing me. Hee! I know I know, &lt;em&gt;sibeh buey hiao bai&lt;/em&gt;, but I was just kidding all right. Anyway, I made my bed today! No big deal? * Pfft *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Suddenly thought of how the TomYam soup I spilled at the KL hotel is doing right now; Growing mould? "Xiao Qiang" aka uber gross cockroaches crawling on the carpet licking up the remainders or laying eggs on the soft comfy cushion? Ooh, I don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had this weird dream last night babeh. Dreamt I was kinda force to go Australia to study for 19 months. I had a choice but couldn't bear to leave Singapore, cos of Ryan Michael Jackson LA. Hai, what a chance, wasted! * HA * Nah, I doubt right now I wouldn't wanna go overseas and study also. I will miss everything within this small country, although at this moment, I so wanna get outta SINGA-pore. Okay, stop contradicting yourself Miss Ang. But then again, going overseas to study and pursuing an education is totally different thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vokay, digress ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB &amp; I bought stuff(s) in town last evening, yippie! I realised since Truly Asia's trip, we start shopping together! * Glee * And hmm, we were supposed to go on budget, but I guess we kinda failed on that small li'l mission. * Muahaha * Hang around with the Je(s) lovelies as well, and although the evening was kinda aimless, we still had fun! Hey, when's my Ikea trip coming up? It's forever not happening! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did bits of shopping, dining at Makan Sutra ordering our favourites dishes, chilling near Colours Of The Bay, then had a short ride down to Grand Cathay thinking we could catch a late night movie. In d end we kinda only paced up and down Cathay, and sat outside Starbucks instead of getting movie tickets. P/s, BSIL cracked me up with all her April Fool jokes. * Laughs * Eventually we got tickets for the movie &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, but how disappointing, all of us agree it's a waste of $$$. :( If you're deciding to catch this movie, consider &lt;s&gt;twice&lt;/s&gt; thrice! Not worth it I would say, moreover for a weekend ticket pricing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gaming @ E2MAX before the show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; BSIL left me an offline msg, while I was busy racing cars! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a cheese  on commitment's mousetrap sent 4/1/2007 1:04 AM:&lt;br /&gt;haha heyy~ we are at E2MAX now, tht 2 butches plaing CS. LAME. u're racing!!&lt;br /&gt;not a cheese  on commitment's mousetrap sent 4/1/2007 1:05 AM:&lt;br /&gt;fuck the keyboards man. so hard to type&lt;br /&gt;not a cheese  on commitment's mousetrap sent 4/1/2007 1:05 AM:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of us had a combined race, and boy was it exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDmHla5n3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/EiNItAzf2EY/s1600-h/PICT2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDmHla5n3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/EiNItAzf2EY/s320/PICT2002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048788200260738930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDl8Va5n2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3BQno4EJu6A/s1600-h/PICT2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDl8Va5n2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/3BQno4EJu6A/s320/PICT2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048788006987210594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDlula5n1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/OEy_2sAb-80/s1600-h/PICT2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDlula5n1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/OEy_2sAb-80/s320/PICT2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048787770764009298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BB and I shared a meal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDlgFa5n0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/p1yPouZhL0Q/s1600-h/PICT2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDlgFa5n0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/p1yPouZhL0Q/s320/PICT2013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048787521655906114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDlVFa5nzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/A5cc-YTkjwU/s1600-h/PICT2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDlVFa5nzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/A5cc-YTkjwU/s320/PICT2014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048787332677345074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Hahas!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDk9la5nxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BE4xY8w7EXc/s1600-h/PICT2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDk9la5nxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BE4xY8w7EXc/s320/PICT2017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048786928950419218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDkk1a5nwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dFWkXRAh1D4/s1600-h/PICT2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDkk1a5nwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dFWkXRAh1D4/s320/PICT2018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048786503748656898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDkZFa5nvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EDnskXJtxZQ/s1600-h/PICT2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDkZFa5nvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EDnskXJtxZQ/s320/PICT2026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048786301885193970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDkMVa5nuI/AAAAAAAAALw/1YV6R3BRDMQ/s1600-h/PICT2030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDkMVa5nuI/AAAAAAAAALw/1YV6R3BRDMQ/s320/PICT2030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048786082841861858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDj71a5ntI/AAAAAAAAALo/8gWoJpT1vNU/s1600-h/PICT2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDj71a5ntI/AAAAAAAAALo/8gWoJpT1vNU/s320/PICT2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048785799374020306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Commercials, Aww!: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyYvnZXsi30"&gt;Clip I.&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laj59Adz4xU"&gt;Clip II.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2413653669186347918?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2413653669186347918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2413653669186347918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2413653669186347918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2413653669186347918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/el-nin-yo-oh-gawd-ive-been-sneezing_01.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RhDmHla5n3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/EiNItAzf2EY/s72-c/PICT2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-5165078357691109601</id><published>2007-03-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:59:09.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Again.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The SWEET Escape.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in SINGA land, my true blue Lion City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days were sweet escape with the BB * Yee haa! * Though it wasn't that many days, but we certainly had lotsa fun. Satisfied. ((: But can we go again? Oh well, F.Y.I, the fun certainly doesn't include the wee morning of March 26th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my house at 6am as we planned, but gawd knows I so couldn't get a cab that morning. Certainly became panicked at that point of time thinking there's no point calling a cab already. We've got a coach to catch and they wouldn't wait for late comers! Cb, sometimes those people working there can get really rude and annoying, but it's ok, that didn't affect us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got up the cab and thought we could still manage to rush on time, but like the next thang I know, this BLUR taxi driver went the wrong way and ended up at Tampines instead of Sengkang to pick BB up! Cold sweat please. Was so pissed on the cab and purposely said on the hp to BB, "I don't know if he's purposely going the wrong way?!" Cause it seems so, when anger's blowing me up. But like please, wanna go wrong way also some other better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd we managed to reach at 7am on the d-o-t, dot! Was pouring heavily that morning and we had to rushed up to the bus immediately after getting our confirmation letters. * Lol * Were the last two to get up the coach, and I guess we happened to be the youngest on board as well. * Giggle * So paiseh, cause I heard this middle age lady saying "Lai le lai le, ke yi zou le" And the funny thing was, when we stopped at the immigration, we were also like the last two to hop up the bus. Thus at YongPeng, and the other toilet stops, we made it a point not to go up the bus the later than the rest! :p Ha, must act kiasu like the rest of the aunties, imagine their stares whenever we hop up a li'l later. Like they'd go, "Kids these days no sense of urgency!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Genting at around 2plus? (BB and I had a bet and she won, so that was how I gotta treat her to Ah Yat's Abalone Restaurant at our KL's Hotel. Haha, too bad it didn't happen. Tsk!) Checked into the hotel and rested in the room for a li'l while before heading for lunch. Didn't do much there, except enjoying their freezy air, slacking and having our next meal. BB didn't managed to ride on her Superman! I promise the next time we go we'll get tickets for that! This time round the weather's much colder, and even while having dinner indoor, BB and I were freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday; Woke up for breakfast and my goodness though the place was big it was packed with humans, mostly tourists. Managed to find a place, but there weren't enough utensils. Down to KL in the noon, and checked into a (proper) comfy hotel! Rested, and walked to the nearby shopping malls. We took quite a while to search for the Pizza Hut * Grin * After we ate with much satisfaction, we shopped at &lt;strong&gt;BB PLAZA&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, kept calling it as "BABY" Plaza instead cause this is how we communicate, right BB? * Wink * Perspire damn a lot, and the weather's totally opposite to Genting. Back to the hotel and down we went to Pertaling street! (: After that we got food back to the hotel to makan, and it's bed time, had to recouperate energy for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday; Buffet breakfast at Terrace Garden. That day, we took their LRT, train and commuter, kinda nice experience. Ticket pricing's way cheaper compared to Sg's transport. Went to this Mega Mall that resembles Vivo City, and next was KLCC. Slacked at this water front place which reminded us a li'l of Esplanade, and boy I miss that place. Regret not walking further to take more pictures. But like BB said, we were too tired to even continue walking. Back to the hotel and realised we couldn't watch Datin Diaries, called the service man and he couldn't do anything about it. Then we went out to get dinner; Tomyam Soup, Nasi Goreng Ayam and Traditional Fish&amp;Chips were heavenly. Western food was room service's order, and I don't wanna mention further about it, embarrassed! BB couldn't stop laughing at me cause partially the reason was I swipped off the waiter's tips! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Happy Birthday to my brother! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; "Ai.. yah.." Sighed the whole time cause we gotta leave the country, deep inside we wanna stay. Teehee, checked out of the hotel, walked around Times Sqaure for a li'l while, sat at Starbucks and off we went back to Singapore. Love it when the sun sets, cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but that's not final, we took a cab down to Jeremiah's and four of us, the BSIL, WSIL, BBIL, WBIL aka, the Sisssors Sisters went to get supper from 7-11 and slacked nearby like our usuals. Had funny small talks, took pictures as well, and Jesslyn the retro grrl did her thunder shaking bottoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place in my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me boy, wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt; Love, and now I miss holidaying with BB already. ((: Nice, happeh memories darling! P/s, can you sing to me "Don't Matter" again? Haha, or "I will follow you" - In the arcapella way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-5165078357691109601?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5165078357691109601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=5165078357691109601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5165078357691109601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/5165078357691109601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/run.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4746756730954180345</id><published>2007-03-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:01:50.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Within this Summertime of our lives'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Peaches &amp; Cream.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm half way done with my packing already. Be leaving in let's say 12+ hours' time with the Baby. Finally we're going on a mini holi-holiday. I'm saying like as though we'll be leaving today, by right it's tmr's wee morning. So ye, I don't intend to sleep, cause I've been sleeping exactly the time I gotta get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does the goggle eye to BB. Started this at this coffeshop while waiting for Jeremiah to use the toilet d other night. (HAHA great, I can disturb you the whole time with this now.) But most prolly you gonna close your eyes and ignore me throughout the journey right. "FINE LOR, You wait!" I shall entertain myself then, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P to the S, my love, ready to stay up with me tonight? FINALLY GETTA PACK UR BAG, PLEASE. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I haven't been blogging much the past week, prolly cause I somehow lost my blogging mojo, thus the short hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week end was Min &amp; Desmond, aka Mr. &amp; Mrs Ng's engagement at ParkRoyal's. How touching it is to see a cousin I've once "conhibited" with since chilhood getting married, and seeing her through her wedding ceremony. ((: Almost couldn't control the tears that was about to gather heavily like the condensation of clouds, especially when both of them walked into the function hall, with Enya's tune playing at the background. Oh, how warmth, how warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather today's like so hot &amp; humid, unlike the past few days which has been raining much in d evening. Last night BB and I were slacking near Ngee Ann City and suddenly two white butterflies (which looked like random paper flying around, but apparently I find 'em pretteh) appeared, and the leaves started swaying, then I knew it was gonna rain. Eventually it started pouring while we were walking to the bus stop. The reason must be before that we were laughing at these few middleaged ladies holding big umbrellas when it was only slightly drizzling. Haha, always believe in Karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY61alaa4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/RxgXvOje_pw/s1600-h/Picture+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY61alaa4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/RxgXvOje_pw/s320/Picture+155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045785121858939778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lovely sister duels!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY6dalaa3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Tgu6dipUMho/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY6dalaa3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Tgu6dipUMho/s320/Picture+156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045784709542079346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY6R6laa2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5-NQB-pZpmM/s1600-h/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY6R6laa2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5-NQB-pZpmM/s320/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045784511973583714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY5_qlaa1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vpIU3NacPTw/s1600-h/Picture+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY5_qlaa1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vpIU3NacPTw/s320/Picture+379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045784198440971090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our coming two nights stay, should/not be sth like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY5Ualaa0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B7PL9J-4Gno/s1600-h/rm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY5Ualaa0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/B7PL9J-4Gno/s320/rm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045783455411628866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY5PalaazI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZfBHqqPu6tE/s1600-h/rm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY5PalaazI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZfBHqqPu6tE/s320/rm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045783369512282930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-4746756730954180345?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4746756730954180345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4746756730954180345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4746756730954180345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4746756730954180345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/peaches-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/RgY61alaa4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/RxgXvOje_pw/s72-c/Picture+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-2720557376882021786</id><published>2007-03-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:52:51.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Go, Soul.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through friendster and viewed profiles randomly. You know now I get why others used to comment how jealous guys are because many good(&amp; looking) grrls outside, to what I feel, aren't the straights. Why they don't stand a chance, what happened to all the good grrls out there, and whats not. You don't hafta agree with me, because people have different views, and whom I'm mentioning about is my own circus of friends or the 2nd degrees. Kudos to grrls schools and peer influencing how we/they ended up with another grrl. Nothing to regret about if you meet a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, good looking grrls doesn't mean good natured. (Character and look wise, it's two different thang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned before, I find grrls in pinafore highly attractive. Beats me, just that they're young. Next time I'll make the Baby put on a pinafore. * Grin * And Olga can wear her grrl's. * Ha.. * Just kidding, we've long passed that phrase in life. My pinafore now smells of my cupboard rather than the typical after school smell. One, two, three years had gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received &lt;u&gt;four&lt;/u&gt; bears today. They look so adorable, I swear, but I had a great shocked when I went down my stairs after I woke up and saw them seating comfortably on the sofa. Mom told me they used to belong to my grandmother, thus I tried making room for my bears and cleared away some others to place them in. Okay, now I sound like I haven't grown up, it's part of collection since baby, okay, and not forgetting the ones given by friends, relatives and my brothers' vintage ones. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s, I wanna catch Music And Lyrics! And I'm hungry but thank the mom, it's almost dinner time, chunky Beef soup! * Hoho *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder, louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-2720557376882021786?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2720557376882021786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=2720557376882021786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2720557376882021786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/2720557376882021786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8643689182215559676</id><published>2007-03-11T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:10:17.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Sweet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we neglect our parents' love, especially for the most unworthy things we'd never realise. Doubt my mummy &amp; papa will ever getta read this, but deep inside, I do love them both v. much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever say you're never guilty of what's written &lt;u&gt;below&lt;/u&gt;. I am, in fact, building up quite a lot of guilt, but I keep trying, and I know we all try to be good. Sometimes we feel d unreasonable side of them, but never did we know how much more they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also speaks for my love for Miss Khai B, love the feeling of being embraced in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old, she droved you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned you not towatch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to theirchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YqXBppyTZh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YqXBppyTZh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;br /&gt;No expression, no expression&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, spent the previous night with BB and Je(s), and I had fun with them as usual. Before that was time spent with BB alone, and Seoul Garden for hawt &amp; steamy steamboat @ &lt;s&gt;Tan's&lt;/s&gt; Tampines Mall. Hey grrls, we haven't tried the Moneybags yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8643689182215559676?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8643689182215559676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8643689182215559676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8643689182215559676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8643689182215559676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1073033494714129941</id><published>2007-03-09T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:30:42.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Apprehension.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last few days equivilates to staying at home, or prolly out in the early morning for doctor's appointment or for late night prata supper. Now I'm on vertigo medication, but it does helps a li'l to cease the giddyness. (: Doct. says am probably suffering from concussion after the fall, but it should be fine after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;When it's love you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then in love you live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the rock you can build on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be there when you're old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To have and to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When there's love inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there's a reason why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the wall that protects you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the wind and the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the hurt and pain.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below is what I find pretteh interesting, but whether it's true, it's for you to decipher yourself. A lot depends on the type of grrl/guy and each individual personality. Dear &lt;u&gt;singles&lt;/u&gt;, how do you tell if the person you fancy likes you back?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;The following actions are considered to be flirting indicators. Check them out and see if you're sending and receiving the right message: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She&lt;/strong&gt; gazes in your eyes with deep interest and her pupils are dilated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her skin tone becomes red while being around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She raises or lowers the volume of her voice to match yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She winks at you while talking to you or winks at you from a distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Biting of the lips or showing of the tongue, licking her lips or touching of her front teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She starts sitting straight up and her muscles appear to be firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She puts her fingernail between her teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She laughs in unison with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She touches your arm, shoulder, thigh, or hand while talking to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plays with her jewelry, especially with stroking and pulling motions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She twirls her hair around her fingers while she is looking at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eyebrows raised and then lowered, then a smile usually indicates interest in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While talking to you, she rests an elbow in the palm of one hand, while holding out her other hand, palm up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a crowd she speaks only to you and focuses all of her undivided attention on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big smiles with upper and lower teeth showing with a relaxed face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She speeds up or slows down her speaking to match yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;'ll look at you, until you turn around, then boom, he's looking the other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You may 'feel' like he's watching you, but he's hard to catch at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He may do something physical, like grab you in a play way, poke you, play with your hair. (Remember when you were really young and the guy you liked punched you or tackled you?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He may ask a friend of yours about you, he'll say it's just for "friend of mine" that wants to know about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He talks to everybody else, but when you're around he turns silent, or chokes up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He may not say a word to you, but he shows up in the same line, at the same movie, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He remembers little things you mention in casual conversation. It may take you by surprise. You might have been talking when he was around and two weeks later he'll say, "Well, you like orange fizz..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes he stares straight into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His friends start asking you questions, if you haven't met him yet, they may ask what your name is. Or may ask you what you think about 'him.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If his friends are paying attention to you after he's been staring at you, it can mean that he's been talking about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He tells you that you smell nice. (No hidden meaning here, but it's a good thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I guess the boy's example is more accurate, but these doesn't apply to guys only. What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, and one last thang, I miss the grrlfriend! * Gush * Getta meet the Baby tmr. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1073033494714129941?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1073033494714129941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1073033494714129941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1073033494714129941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1073033494714129941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/irreplacable.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-8174100355040377094</id><published>2007-03-07T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:35:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Blast.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks last weekend at Kovan marks the end of CNY. Was feeding BB mandarin orange under this void deck and suddenly we heard the loud bangings. All the celebrations, countless outings and dinners have come to an end. Hopefully this new month have got even better things for us to look forward. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Su's pre 21st birthday dinner with the family, and her close friends. Down to NoSignboard with my parents but before that, BB and my cousin's friends had already reached, thus I went downt to meet them first, before we all proceeded into the restaurant. Su was busy all night, like a wedding rehersal for her in the future, 'cept she didn't went round each table doing the "YAM SENG!" thingy. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to Intercontinental Hotel's suite after that, cut her cake, took endless pictures, and merry around. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M_pRlRBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zmYJkDl3P5U/s1600-h/I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039120058113410066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M_pRlRBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zmYJkDl3P5U/s320/I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M7ZRlRAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kbKP2V2JE9E/s1600-h/II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039119985098966018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M7ZRlRAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kbKP2V2JE9E/s320/II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M2pRlQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-pIxBSpnkNs/s1600-h/VIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039119903494587378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M2pRlQ_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-pIxBSpnkNs/s320/VIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that was the midnight car ride once again. This time, we had four cars tailing each other. Sha, BB &amp; myself at the back seat of my reckless fast driving but fun cousin's car. First stop was back to Jalan .. That's where I live as well, but to her own house to feed her babies, Cosmo and Canibal, and then she drove us down to my aunt's place, cause everyone were already there for coffee. Next was down to various eerie places for thrills (Like we drove through this Chinese Cementry), Lim Chu Kang area for old memories (Though I wasn't even born that time), Kent Ridge Park for view, all the way down to Jalan Kayu for prata at 4am, and last stop to Seletar for planes, but this time round, sadly, all had already flown off, thus the area was vacant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6MqZRlQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AZZKbeaxaOg/s1600-h/VI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039119693041189858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6MqZRlQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/AZZKbeaxaOg/s320/VI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brig. droved us back to the suite after everything, and BB &amp; I slacked around with Su and Cawley for a li'l while, watched the Australia Network's MTV and we all tucked into bed. Hope the cousin enjoyed her pre birthday celebration! Adulthood cum key to more freedom. * Hugs *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, above pictures grabbed from Lins, though I failed to received the pictures after many tries, still wanna thankew' for trying to send them to me in the middle of the night! Hope you're feeling better from the seafood allergy. No more seafood steamboat for ya. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also wanna thank those who called and who asked about the bump on my head! It's healing day by day though it still hurts at times. Gee, thanks, you people are nice. And yes, my personal nurse did take good care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Below are some overdue pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6MA5RlQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4nuoOmbPNeM/s1600-h/Photo-1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118980076618706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6MA5RlQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4nuoOmbPNeM/s320/Photo-1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Pic w/o Dat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6L6JRlQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/hDJG2j1ilm4/s1600-h/Photo-1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118864112501698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6L6JRlQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/hDJG2j1ilm4/s320/Photo-1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6Lz5RlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1w2rOZ8S_Ek/s1600-h/Photo-1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118756738319282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6Lz5RlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1w2rOZ8S_Ek/s320/Photo-1968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LrZRlQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6vAcR5c5j7w/s1600-h/Photo-1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118610709431202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LrZRlQ6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6vAcR5c5j7w/s320/Photo-1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;New born niece,&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LiZRlQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/9woqHQGSRng/s1600-h/Photo-1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118456090608530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LiZRlQ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/9woqHQGSRng/s320/Photo-1975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LcpRlQ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9lEnuT9m0lc/s1600-h/Photo-1978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118357306360706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LcpRlQ4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/9lEnuT9m0lc/s320/Photo-1978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LNJRlQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/WamRD5pvI-c/s1600-h/Photo-1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118091018388338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LNJRlQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/WamRD5pvI-c/s320/Photo-1999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LIJRlQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Pb8jws179Y/s1600-h/Photo-2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039118005119042402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LIJRlQ2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/_Pb8jws179Y/s320/Photo-2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LCJRlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/R-FMmbSITd8/s1600-h/Photo-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039117902039827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6LCJRlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/R-FMmbSITd8/s320/Photo-2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6K7ZRlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/UO2HT57uz94/s1600-h/Photo-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039117786075710274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6K7ZRlQ0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/UO2HT57uz94/s320/Photo-2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6K2pRlQzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2Dh3Kuu69Po/s1600-h/Photo-2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039117704471331634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6K2pRlQzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2Dh3Kuu69Po/s320/Photo-2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love cha, darling. Enjoyed spending time with you past two days, &amp;amp; we've a date coming up! Glee. Meantime, enjoy work. * Smooches * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-8174100355040377094?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8174100355040377094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=8174100355040377094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8174100355040377094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/8174100355040377094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/blast_07.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/Re6M_pRlRBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zmYJkDl3P5U/s72-c/I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-1698609296733369321</id><published>2007-02-28T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:19:03.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Goodness.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just rubbed some oilment on my stiff neck, and this big swell on my right head. I told him if I were to shave off the hair on my head right now, he'd see a big round swollen patch (Or more likely blue black.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stuffs happening these days; First, people warned me against stalker. Now, they've thrown the matter aside cause something else happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had big difficulty getting to sleep, I can't even lean my head on the chair or even cushion cause till now it fucking hurts. I never had a bump on my head before, &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened, I fainted last evening at this mall. Ye, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside this 7-11, all I remembered was, there were these two guys sitting by the side. At this instant when my body started to feel uneasy, I rmb seeing this butch at a distance walking towards where I was, prolly down to the MRT, but before I know anything I opened my eyes and saw myself on the floor, and she was looking right down at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question mark, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I thought, why was she starring at me like that, weirdly. (I guess she must be too shocked for words, but wait, doesn't she have the initiative to hold me up or sth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, immediately this guy held me up to the side, and surrounding me were many looking at me. At that moment I didn't even know I fainted though they told me they heard a loud bang on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my perfume and earring (right side) flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave me water to drink, prolly the 7-11 grrl took it from her store, and this really kind lady kept wiping off the continuous cold sweat off my cheeks and hands, and even volunteered to send me home. Rmb them asking me many questions but I couldn't reply them cause I didn't had the strength to, and before I know also, the paramedics came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially the woman told me this guy called the ambulance, then I was so shocked for words because certainly I know it was unnecessary, but oh well, I can't cancel the call myself either. So, the paramedics took my blood, and blood pressure, and told me my body's fine, but also asked if I wanna go to the hospital for further check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gawd BB came on time, thanks sweetie! But I also wanna thank the lady who insisted on staying on to look after me, and she even told the paramedics everything on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there's still many kind people around. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-1698609296733369321?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1698609296733369321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=1698609296733369321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1698609296733369321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/1698609296733369321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-4972127889175347337</id><published>2007-02-26T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:57:08.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Embrace&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed of template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtracking: Town for a short while with BB on Saturday evening, and we figured it was gonna be very pack then due to Chingay. Shared a meal with her before heading down ECP to meet the usual sweet couple. They deserved more credits because of the various sandwhiches they made using 1 and a 1/2 loaf of bread, softdrinks included. * Tee hee *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get everything within budget, including d cab ride down to grandma's house for the rather late buffet. It was a last minute thing and I thought I don't mind going down for a short while since my cousins will be there there, hence four of us headed down after card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weather was lovely last evening, though the rain in d earlier afternoon dampened our mood a li'l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was CNY dinner at my house, and as usual, all came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good and bad things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad&lt;/strong&gt; was, after meeting BB and Je(s) for a li'l while at this prata store, I had these two nothing-better-to-do stalkers following me right into my lane! Evidence? My friends and cousins saw them! They should seriously get alive and find better things to do rather than to tag girls. Blardy balls! A rather intriging experience, but thank goodness there was my family's road trip which managed to seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up the phone knowing that I was being followed, immediately I &lt;s&gt;walked&lt;/s&gt; paced up my footsteps back home with that two idiots following behind me. (Okay, I shall stop mentioning about them, jinx.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out out with my family for car ride after which, three cars went out on an excursion, and boy was it exciting. This is by far the longest car ride I've sat, and I must say it really did feel like M'sia car trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of communication: Nope, not hp, but walkie-talkie in each car. ("Over"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Droved into many deep, dark and far places to explore, from excitingly snapping pictures with jet planes, to having supper at Sembawang, to this farend road where my family used to lived in, and we even visited kelongs! I have no idea where's that place situated myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home only around 0400 in the wee morning, but it was a great experience, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHJQDGyMvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EIhCIyquGV8/s1600-h/DSCF7718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035527135925777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHJQDGyMvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EIhCIyquGV8/s320/DSCF7718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Jet Planes.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHJEDGyMuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1pHpqFVV8dA/s1600-h/DSCF7734.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526929767346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHJEDGyMuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1pHpqFVV8dA/s320/DSCF7734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIuzGyMtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5i5XVcOLD7w/s1600-h/P1040806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526564695126738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIuzGyMtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5i5XVcOLD7w/s320/P1040806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIdzGyMsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QYYC__PTZgQ/s1600-h/P1040809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526272637350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIdzGyMsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QYYC__PTZgQ/s320/P1040809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIQDGyMrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IqqVhW1dWWk/s1600-h/P1040810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526036414149298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIQDGyMrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IqqVhW1dWWk/s320/P1040810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIDzGyMqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6MJGw6EjKSA/s1600-h/P1040816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035525825960751778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHIDzGyMqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6MJGw6EjKSA/s320/P1040816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/23856855-4972127889175347337?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4972127889175347337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=4972127889175347337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4972127889175347337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/4972127889175347337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/embrace-so-ive-decided-to-change-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKe-aTw_2TA/ReHJQDGyMvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EIhCIyquGV8/s72-c/DSCF7718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-6782094280930066440</id><published>2007-02-23T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:06:51.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;February Crazy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just hang up with the nurse, and I miss miss miss my darling! We'll have fun Chingay-ing tmr evening. Haha yah right, like as though we wanna be squeezing there, shall see how huh? (: Yay, it's the weekends once again, hmm, then again, why am I rejoycing when it doesn't make a difference to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am this lazy to get my bath right now, thus waiting for relatives to flock into the house. Thank gawd it stopped drizzling already. Dad told me whenever it's my house having dinner each year, it'd rain. Really meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last evening was buffet at 2nd aunt's. Though not many relatives were there due to a normal working day, but cousins &amp;amp; I had fun crapping I guess. We started talking about each side's relatives, cause my brother started the conversation, like we bother about it. Ghost stories/houses and heh, kapo-ed a lot about M's registration, and we wanna be part of it. We'll be all dressed up, waiting for you at home. * Lol * So can imagine the scene right now, like how sua ku we'd be cause we self invite! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kidding kidding, we're all just happeh for you!&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;br /&gt;So quickly February and all d festives' passing by, and before you know, March is coming by in a week's time. And March also equals to &lt;strong&gt;6 birthdays&lt;/strong&gt; coming up, in the family (To what I know now.) * Woo hoo *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody listen all over the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a story 'bout my favorite girl (Wait a minute) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, my baby sexy for sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to have him when he walked through the door (Wait a minute) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was 'bout to drive me insane &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/23856855-6782094280930066440?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6782094280930066440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=6782094280930066440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6782094280930066440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/6782094280930066440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/everybody-listen-all-over-world-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23856855.post-117208477502787170</id><published>2007-02-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:10:01.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Barbie Year.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this big, fat, disgusting mosquito flying around my room and it's super irritating. For a split second just now, I thought it was a house fly because it looks big, thus I didn't give a damn. High possibility for it to be killed by the end of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my albow's starting to itch. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my bath, and my sleeping beauty's fast asleep. Met up with BB after her work just now, and Je(s) were also there. I was told they were going "Fishing", lol! Had Happeh Meal for supper, thanks to my sweet nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year was great, and the amazing thang was I thought during the few public holidays I wouldn't getta meet my pub (BB Lion) but in the end, we met up every night. Haha like my mom said, "shun bian" or conveniently go out after every dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days, there'd be more dinners till the week ends, and Friday's CNY dinner at my house, so hop on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, Eve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had reunion dinner like every other family does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Called BB up from her nap &amp; asked if she wanna meet up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Called again and asked if she wanna join my cousins &amp;amp; myself for movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confirmed with Lin &amp; Min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Called Su, and coincidentally she was right outside my grandma's gate when she picked up the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7 online bookings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went back to get change!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brother volunteered to send us down to GWC (We mistaken GV Grand for Grand Cathay, thus we ended up there, but it's no biggy. (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Picked BB up from SK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw fireworks on the way at the strike of 12am, unexpected please, but I was so blinded I spotted it after a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The whole time we were making fun of Sha in the car cause of 1 random line she said, LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Eh, Sha, nice weather today ah, how's your hair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alvin came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walked down prata shop for drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Caught Norbit, and my dear cousin beside me was laughing the loudest. Still rmb last year's CNY's eve, all of us went for movie as well, with more of my cousins, but guess what, most of us were fast asleep in the theatre, and I was one of them. The movie we caught was definately exciting and catchy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The latest I've woken up for Chu Yi, rmb I'll always be over at my Grandma's place in the morning, but on Sun, I was even later than Su, and reached just in time for lunch. But my parents were being kind, they didn't wake me up. Slacked there, watched the repeated TW-nese shows, it's uber lame but the games they played was hilarious. Till evening, I went back to pack my stuffs and went over to Su's place for dinner. (: And after that was prata with BB &amp;amp; her PB. Haha. Gong xi gong xi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Woke up late for lunch, they had steamboat. And as usual, my family's always rushing to go visiting cause we've got four families to hop. I wanted to see my new born niece, but my cousin couldn't come on time. Anw, got ta gather with my dad's side cousins in the later evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Elder cousins played their poker as usual, and we played Black Jack &amp;amp; Bluff. Bluff's funny, throughout the game, we were laughing. After that, followed Su and Cawley, picked BB up from her work and we headed to Mustafa! Virgin trip! Prata for supper after which, and Thomson was super pack till we were kinda frustrated, but I can't deny I love the prata there best! SK voiddeck for a li'l while after supper, and we played Bluff again. BB can't bluff eh, cause the first time she threw out her cards, we knew she was lying simply cause she suddenly laughed. HAHA?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Suddenly can't rmb what I did.) But basically nothing much, just relaxing at home watching the endless shows on tv, for the first time I enjoyed tv from random channels. Goodwood Park Hotel for dinner in d evening (Elder cousin was telling us so many ghostly encounters due to her work.) Oh, Happy Belated Birthday to my WSIL's grrl! Went down BoatQuay to celebrate with her last night, and we definately had lotsa fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jesslyn the retro grrl goes cat walking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See, I told cha the mosquito will be dead by d end of this entry. (If there's only one conquering my room right now.) Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23856855-117208477502787170?l=le-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/117208477502787170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23856855&amp;postID=117208477502787170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/117208477502787170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23856855/posts/default/117208477502787170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/barbie-year.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkdough</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
