<?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-30836859</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:53:11.510+08:00</updated><category term='My Life'/><category term='Attachment'/><category term='Hong Kong'/><category term='School'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Nicolette_Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life.. My Story..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-922640309350006205</id><published>2009-12-06T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:53:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-922640309350006205?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/922640309350006205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=922640309350006205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/922640309350006205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/922640309350006205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/12/shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-32996910301946514</id><published>2009-10-22T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:18:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel so sick these days.. My cough isn't getting any better.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the first week of work till now, I can't believe that my cough isn't getting any better and I've been having medication for 3 weeks! The sight of those pills and cough syrup really makes me feel even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor boyfriend has been having bad cough ever since he came back from his thai detachment. Tsk tsk tsk... Those PILES of snacks and tibits that he has bought for me has been left untouched due to my bad cough. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been great lately, especially when I get the hands of some stuffs. Feels that I'm like a sponge, do nothing but trying hard to absorb as much as possible each day. haha. At least, I truly enjoy what I'm doing now even though I still land myself in a BANK. Basically facing lots of financial statements which goes to say since the start of my day.. it's all BALANCE SHEET and I&amp;amp;E Statements tada tada all the way till the end of my day.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'm tired. That's all about it today. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-32996910301946514?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/32996910301946514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=32996910301946514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/32996910301946514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/32996910301946514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/feel-so-sick-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-187573501411624709</id><published>2009-10-17T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:26:15.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been almost 2 mths ever since my last entry.&lt;br /&gt;Major changes in life but I would say it's certainty a path that I've never looked back and regret upon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 1 mth, there goes my boyfriend for his detachment. And it's certainly not an easy one month for me. It was during this period of time, I've to get over the previous withdrawal issue and straight away get into job hunting around. Anyway I'm gonna save up on elaborating anything more about this. All I can say it, there's various perspective to a situation. Thus I've decided to save all these up for myself to avoid the watever blah blah blah frm the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which.. it's the same reason why I refuse to blog anything (simply not a single thing) about how I felt when my bf is away for his detachment. For the same reason, I'm really sick n truly tired about the various comment I recieved from the others. Well.. be it an encouragement or some other ignorant remarks.. ... ... ... Sigh.. I really really don't know how to say this but yea.. I'm truly sick of all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my boyfriend is back with me. During this 1 mth, it's not easy but I've realised a lot and have learnt a few lessons also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm very contented with my current life now. I love my job and likes my colleagues and working environment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-187573501411624709?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/187573501411624709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=187573501411624709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/187573501411624709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/187573501411624709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-almost-2-mths-ever-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8232317833387430430</id><published>2009-08-28T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:14:37.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ma decision dans le vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375028695704106594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SpfwHuD5dmI/AAAAAAAAB6o/MX0Dit_X3_s/s320/sad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After days of consideration, I've decided to face the music. It's tough to bring this topic up in my blog. Some may sympathise me, some may just wanna know abt it then go ard gossiping abt it, some may be laughing hard deep down in their stomach, some may think I'm silly and stupid, some may.... There's just so many ways each and everyone would react and I can't really pen them all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER IT IS. THIS IS MY LIFE. THIS IS MY DECISION. I PUT MYSELF AS THE PRIORITY. I DO WHAT I THINK WOULD BE BEST FOR ME. NO ONE CAN DECIDE AND NO ONE SHALL COMMENT OR RATHER NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO COMMENT AND LAUGH AT ME. SIMPLY BECAUSE IT HAS NOTHING GOT TO DO WITH YOU. IT HAS NO IMPACT AT ALL IN YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my guest and read this post. Save your comments for yourself. I don't need anyone to sympathise me neither do I need you sarcastic comments. I don't need your advises or concern, I've true friends and my beloved family around me to support me. Just save it. Simply because you're never the someone to comment, you're never in your life be in my position. Pardon me for my hostile words.&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;It's a tough decision. However there's no turning point now. I've withdraw from SMU on 24 August 2009 (Mon). It's a torturing process to come up to this decision. Many may think how come I'm so silly to withdraw. Perhaps to you, it's SMU. The brand. The recognition. Of course, I'm proud and happy that I can get in SMU. It's my dream school. It's the university that I've always wanted to get in. If I've the strength... If I can do it... If I can pull myself through, I swear I would definitely not let it goes off my hands. Certainly I would hold it tight, cherish the opportunity and hopefully be a SMU grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad to say this. I've failed.. I've failed to pull myself through. It's really stressful. My 1st week of school is really an eye-opening experience for me. Not only do I suffered from cultural shock but I'm tortured by the stress level. Life in SMU is truly very competitive. As compared to poly, I done the additional 100%. I put in my 200% efforts to read up all the required readings, prepared myself for the lessons. However it doesn't really aid me much. I would still end up leaving the seminar rooms feeling upset that I'm only 40% sure of the profs are saying. 40% is considering a rather comforting day for me. It's even more upset if I only understand 10-20% after the 3hrs seminar. This is SMU unique pedagogy. The cultural to groom outspoken individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an introvert, I tried to speak up during seminars. Class participation can be as high as 40% with teaching assistant in almost every class to take note of your class participation, whether you participated in class etc. It's never an easy one to participate by saying yes or no or giving short answers to think you've participated. It's really about the QUALITY of what you says rather than the QUANTITY. Indeed a cultural shocking moments for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readings wasn't easy. As compared to the JC peeps, my command of English is never comparable to theirs. Checking of dictionary, understanding my content isn't enough, research and contribute in class. The depth of research, it is something that I can never gauge how much would be sufficient to aid me to participate in class. Some brought in aliens information that wasn't in the text, I'm lost and even lost if another one brought in his/hers. The stress level is always there, I could hardly breathe. Whenever I've the time, I would be reading and reading. No time to even see my students' assignments. Everything seems to be piling up each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought... IS this kind of teaching style gg to benefit me? Would I be able to perform under such situation? Initially I decided to give myself 1 term to test on to see if I can adapt. However, I'm so afraid that I would regret the 2 or 3 weeks and starts questioning myself why did I choose this? I knew myself very well. To study in SMU is because of its branding and recognition and ultimately it would allows me to net a higher pay. However if I can't pull through yet still chose to clinch hard onto the brand, it's not gg to get me to anywhere. SMU grad with a GPA of 2.0 and below???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be feeling upset now that I've given this opportunity away. That's because I knew very clearly that I want the branding more than anything else. However, I won't want to waste my time and money after 1 term there when I know I would probably be giving up each day. My attitude towards the workload and stress would probably be positive now but under the environment with increasing stress and workload, I doubt I would still stay positive and determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I've decided to withdraw which is a better choice for me. Despite that I almost teared during the interview regarding my withdrawal, I still decided to let it go and pursue my next direction in life. During the interview, all my heart-felt words had flooded my eyes in front of the officer when he asked if I know what I'm doing and if I'm really sure about withdrawing from SMU considering the fact that it would tough for me to enter again as I've to go through the usual admission interviews next year or so. I teared because I felt that I'm incompetent, I'm upset with myself that i can't pull myself through this tough environment and why can't I just absorb faster, read faster, analyse faster than my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning point now. I've weight the factors and I know which direction would be a better choice for me. I never regret this decision and I'm going to live to the fullest in the next direction in life. After all it's pointless to cry over spilled milk. Hence I'm gg to put in my 100% effort in everything I do, regardless in work or studies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I'm the one who made this decision myself, I've consider every single factors logically during the decision making process. Hence I never regret what I've done. I must do a better job to prove that I've made the correct choice for myself. Regretting would not makes me feel better nor would it gives me the degree for free. Instead of doing so, why don't I channel my energy and time now to think of what I should in the next direction in life and do a better job to show myself and my family that I've made a wise decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045337746131330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Spf_Qaf6SYI/AAAAAAAAB6w/qkiVt1KiG0s/s320/hope.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a wise decision or not, it's up to me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decided to cry over the spilled milk for the rest of my life, harping on the same issue that why am I so incompetent to pull through etc.. Certainly I would not be able to find a better direction in life, remaining in my current state, refuse to move forward to find my new goals and directions is certainly gg to land me in a real disappointing state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I'm not going to do that! Instead, I'm gg to encourage myself, pull myself up from where I've fall to move forward bravely, channel all my time and energy to find the new directions in life and do it well, put in my 100%! The time when I look back, I would have find this a wise decision made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Etre Courageux. Etre Positif. Etre Heureux. Une decision sage dans la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8232317833387430430?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8232317833387430430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8232317833387430430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8232317833387430430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8232317833387430430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/ma-decision-dans-le-vie-after-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SpfwHuD5dmI/AAAAAAAAB6o/MX0Dit_X3_s/s72-c/sad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6455703040026266711</id><published>2009-08-14T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:27:58.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tml's Convocation!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's gonna be a long session, 1230hrs all the way to 1630hrs. To think of it has already made me starts to think of tons of excuses not to go. Yet it's a grand ceremony to mark the beginning of my uni life. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some major changes in my life soon:&lt;br /&gt;- Back to School Life&lt;br /&gt;- My dear boy is leaving for detachment 2 weeks later and will be away for 1 mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I really hope time could fly quickly at the blink of my eyes. So that I can he can be back by my side again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to face separation. Despite the buckets of tears that I've contributed over the months whenever I think of his detachment and our separation, it still quite tough for me to accept the fact that he'll not be by my side for one month. Nevertheless I've been doing pretty well lately. Whenever we talked abt his detachment, I seems to be quite alright. Like it's a fact, I can't do anything about it. Perhaps I'm just getting a bit emotional when I think of him leaving me in just 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I shall braced myself to face this separation with belief that days would passed by quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After coming back from Tioman, I'm still not very used to not seeing you by my side. I missed the days when I turn to my left/right, I'll kissed and hugged, showered with all your love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6455703040026266711?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6455703040026266711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6455703040026266711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6455703040026266711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6455703040026266711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/tmls-convocation-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7209527361847513918</id><published>2009-08-13T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:29:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back from Tioman. Extremely nice and relaxing trip! I'll soon post an entry on my Tioman trip once I got the pix done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS PEOPLE FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... I managed to spot my dear boy on NDP show that day!! Woo~ So excited. Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's showing him at NDP on Channel 5 TV broadcast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369337977796332818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SoO4cV2QjRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/hM0PGaDRWFY/s320/Dar%27s+ndp+01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369337987109925186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SoO4c4iysUI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/4uBCdwWjAl8/s320/Dar%27s+ndp+02.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369338010572996674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SoO4eP80wEI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ScpZe-En27k/s320/Dar%27s+ndp+03.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369338018624361826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SoO4et8a1WI/AAAAAAAAB6g/D6g6I-AVjbg/s320/Dar%27s+ndp+04.bmp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7209527361847513918?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7209527361847513918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7209527361847513918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7209527361847513918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7209527361847513918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back-from-tioman.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SoO4cV2QjRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/hM0PGaDRWFY/s72-c/Dar%27s+ndp+01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4429759375349150660</id><published>2009-08-09T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:13:13.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 44TH BIRTHDAY to SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going to watch the livecast later to see if I can spot my dear boy (yes.. I've yet to give up despite I didn't spot him at NEShow 3. Arghh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'll be gg off soon in abt 15-16hrs time for my Birthday Trip! Weee~&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was a big shopping day for us. Went to Bugis Street (Lvl 2) to buy my bikini at BELLA KINI. It's highly recommended! The design there are nice and prices are really afforable. However you can choose to shop at the outlet in Illuma but I think besides these 2 outlets, they still have others outlets as well. Hmmm.. Went to shop at De' Corsets (Bugis Street - Boom Boom Street) also. As recommended by the forum. The design are really nice!&lt;br /&gt;Talk abt Corsets, some gals do have the mindsets that Corsets are for bedroom wear... However if you've a chance to see the design and the shoplady, probably you would starts to see a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was at STRIP (Ministry of Waxing) @ THE CATHAY ytd with my dear boy. And... he caught these for me! It's really fun cause we spent like abt 7 dollars to catch the lil DOMO KUN and he spent 20 over dollars to catch the big DOMO KUN. He's obessed with catching these dolls at times.. simply because he find DOMO KUN cute and was determined to catch the big DOMO KUN so the lil one can be hug by the big one. Hmmm.. so by luck, he managed to catch the big one using the very last dollar left in his palm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367831248832409842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sn5eFLDlsPI/AAAAAAAAB6A/bzTgzx9DYcY/s320/Photo0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367831242046387762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sn5eExxrNjI/AAAAAAAAB54/g2wruTN0l4g/s320/Photo0109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367831234991789394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sn5eEXfulVI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Q3CvonVLmaI/s320/Photo0108.jpg" /&gt;My family has expanded. Thanks to my dear boy. DOMO KUN will be coming with us for the trip and DOMO KUN will be acc him to his one mth Thai Detachment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I dun care, you better bring it there and place it on your bed or wherever ppl can see it. Don't try to keep it inside your bags.. Bleh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4429759375349150660?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4429759375349150660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4429759375349150660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4429759375349150660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4429759375349150660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-birthday-to-singapore-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sn5eFLDlsPI/AAAAAAAAB6A/bzTgzx9DYcY/s72-c/Photo0110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5458613678005221275</id><published>2009-08-07T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:33:06.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;! BOSS BIDDING WAS A SUCCESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a great relieve that it has been a successful one such that I dun have to worry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; my BOSS Bidding during my vacation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nxt&lt;/span&gt; week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Calculus, no more harping on the same issue cause it's a fact and I've to accept it. So yea... I'm welcoming it! *Opening out my arms with a wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;In life, if you're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gg&lt;/span&gt; to reject everything that comes along your way.. you would forever stays in comfort zone and wouldn't be able to succeed much. This is something that I've learn.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'm gonna take BUSINESS LAW again and it has remind me of Mr. George, my poly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLAW&lt;/span&gt; tutor, sitting on the corner of the table, shaking his legs while teaching us. He has indeed made &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLAW&lt;/span&gt; real interesting and an easy module. Love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLAW&lt;/span&gt;! Hope I will love the upcoming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LGST&lt;/span&gt;001 in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the compulsory Academic Writing. And the other modules like Technology and World Changes and Creative Thinking (seems like CATS to me). Anyway I didn't take STATS this term as I would wish to focus and try to do well for my calculus, knowing that I wasn't a MATHS person at all. So I'll be taking it next term instead since I was exempted from Introductory Economics hence I shall use that time to study stats. By then, if anything don't know, I can ask &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; who took up STATS this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seminar&lt;/span&gt; class. Looking forward to the different environment and work load. Looking forward to the people I would meet. Worrying about the same things as well.&lt;br /&gt;CONVOCATION is just next Sat. I'm glad that my dear boy will be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'To witness my NP Graduation and now to witness my convocation in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt; this year, you've already been an important person in my life. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5458613678005221275?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5458613678005221275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5458613678005221275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5458613678005221275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5458613678005221275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/wooooooo-boss-bidding-was-success-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8541865278283696756</id><published>2009-08-07T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:18:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Post dated entry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our BBM Academic Briefing on Mon, we (Phoi Yee, Me and my dear boy) had a nice lunch at EMPIRE STATE! The fries are nice... except for the sour cream that I made both of them to keep trying till they've concluded it's SOUR CREAM. lol. In which, I don't really like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was nice! Nice day! Nice lunch! Nice lunch buddies!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199830393737874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnwfzyEn0pI/AAAAAAAAB5g/15FtCIdFfro/s320/Photo0106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199839001840290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Snwf0SI9CqI/AAAAAAAAB5o/PPl1AU1Ez4k/s320/Photo0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#Gal, dun forget when you strike lottery one day, you must treat us to a meal hur?? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8541865278283696756?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8541865278283696756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8541865278283696756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8541865278283696756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8541865278283696756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-dated-entry-after-our-bbm-academic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnwfzyEn0pI/AAAAAAAAB5g/15FtCIdFfro/s72-c/Photo0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6863328006860556346</id><published>2009-08-05T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:29:29.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOSS Bidding is just today. Met Phoi Yee in school to do the bidding together.&lt;br /&gt;To realised that I'm not exempted for CALCULUS!! Good for her cause she's exempted. I think shld be due to the fact that I didn't take A Maths in O Level thus I need to do Calculus. I can hardly imagine having to attend a 3hrs class for Calculus. Ohsharks! Ohsharks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn funny today cause she has gotta calm me down as I can't accept the fact that I've to take Calculus and kept harping on the same issue. lol. Alright. So bidding! Each of us started off with e$100 and I'm left with e$32 while she's left with e$4. Having to be exempted for Calculus, she can go ahead and do Stats while I can't. Simply because the exam for Calculus and Stats falls on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly imagine myself gg for a 3hr Calculus exam from 9 to 12. Then a 3hr Stats exam from 1-3. I think I can fainted halfway through my Stats exam. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6863328006860556346?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6863328006860556346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6863328006860556346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6863328006860556346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6863328006860556346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/boss-bidding-is-just-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8385681367947316198</id><published>2009-08-02T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:15:09.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My '21st Birthday Escape Trip!'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title goes, I'll be away during my birthday. Reason being very simple. I want a peaceful 21st birthday!!! I'll not be having any parties or celebrations though the thought of having a 21st Birthday Bash did come across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really very troublesome having to:&lt;br /&gt;1. send out birthday invitations (Having to worry if you've missed out anyone in your list which might offend/upset them. Having to worry if you've invited people who some of your friends doesn't wish to see.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Catering food/BBQ (We've all attended birthday parties before, ever notice that there are ppl who came and left without eating the food? Probably they've eaten before they came or the food aren't to their liking. BBQ - Having to trouble your family members or friends to help out with the BBQ, getting smelly after the whole event when it's your birthday? Perhaps they don't really mind helping out? However I felt that it wouldn't be very nice, it's like inviting you to be my satay-man??? lol.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Entertainment (Being the birthday girl/boy, you've to attend to your guests. Yes. That's right! Can't possibly be you talking to them like less than a few mins (VERY HIGH CHANCE!) and then ask them to go get food and your poor friend would probably be talking to his/her own clique throughout the whole party. Where you then? You'll probably be too busy entertaining the rest/attending to the details of the party and forgets that you've only talk to him/her for less than a few mins. People do get bored afterawhile with so many other strange faces walking around and they're not gg to enjoy it. It'll then ends up to be like a gathering instead of a birthday party. Definitely I'm not gg to leave my friends out there feeling bored and nt enjoying himself/herself at my party.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Location (North. South. East. West. Everyone's living at diff areas. Having a birthday party would probably have to trouble your friends who are living slightly further away to make a trip down. Personally I really don't like the long travelling time so what makes me think that all friends would like it? Besides I'm sure that I can't possibly find a good location to compromise everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Aftermath (You'll probably be very very tired and your poor bf/gf would probably be feeling the same too or double of yours, providing the help to attend to many other stuffs to allow you to have more time to attend to your guests. It's nt really worth it. Probably to some, opening pressies might be a reward for them. However, to think abt all my friends giving me pressies and I didn't really have the chance to entertain them. It's nt a nice feeling too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I decided to escape!! ESCAPE away from all these problems of having a birthday party. In a way, I can take this chance to relax myself before school starts and my friends can save up on my birthday pressie and the hassle to scout for it. So what if it's 21st birthday, I think birthdays are the same every year and it doesn't makes you become a different person the next day. You're still who you're.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my dear friends, BIRTHDAY WISHES are truly good enough for me. Loves! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8385681367947316198?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8385681367947316198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8385681367947316198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8385681367947316198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8385681367947316198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-21st-birthday-escape-trip-as-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8916048511951943523</id><published>2009-08-02T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:27:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mixture of feelings. School starting in 15 days time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only worry in heart: Would I be able to cope with my uni life? Would I be able to survive through all the projects, tests, examinations etc? Worried. This is the only word in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOSS Bidding is just round the corner. I really wonder if it's gg to be another heart-attacking game. I hope it's not gg to be like the poly days timetabling selection game cause it's really really a battle of the Luck and Speed. BBM Academic Briefing is just tml. Gonna get back to sch for a 3hr briefing. In which, I really really really hope that they don't start late like the previous round of OCS Orientation. Luckily refreshments will be served during the session... muahahaha... both py and I can feel at ease that we would be starved to death in the early morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALICE IN THE WONDERLAND! (Coming in March 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my fav childhood fairytale story. I've sent my message to my sergeant that I must watch this show! Weeee~&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325606793897698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnV3NnFB5uI/AAAAAAAAB4w/CX-3hEtSOPI/s320/Alice06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365326263802991746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnV3z2oNFII/AAAAAAAAB5Y/CUtv2pPPNic/s320/Alice01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325622127993554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnV3OgM9otI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/tRW9QvlI7VQ/s320/Alice02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325619158784802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnV3OVJDGyI/AAAAAAAAB5I/kpBGtY09prk/s320/Alice03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365325611652515954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnV3N5LaiHI/AAAAAAAAB44/K1KDqmWT90o/s320/Alice05.jpg" /&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/30836859-8916048511951943523?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8916048511951943523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8916048511951943523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8916048511951943523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8916048511951943523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixture-of-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SnV3NnFB5uI/AAAAAAAAB4w/CX-3hEtSOPI/s72-c/Alice06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8018925529298194028</id><published>2009-08-01T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:14:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes are feeling sore.. Waiting for my dear boy to call me after his parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Had a really miserable day. I couldn't hardly believe what I heard abt FBT shorts today. Wore a pair of FBT shorts to my granny hse today after my tuition. A few aunties came commenting that my shorts are too short, it's not appropriate for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;(FYI: It's some Taoist praying kinda event.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They commented that I'm not showing respect to such occasion etc. I felt damn helpless, pissed off and then upset. It weren't any simple comments that ends with a full stop. It's endless, with other aunties at the sides, kaypo-ing what's happening then there goes their comments also. Firstly, I felt damn helpless as there is nothing I can do at that point of time, where on earth can I find a pair of pants? Secondly, I'm kinda pissed by those ppl who adds in their comments like this is an aunties' conversation. I'm definitely sure that they never learnt to put themselves into others ppl shoes. Cause they just keep commenting as it's FREE and I'm just like a nobody sitting there for them to comment abt until they're happy with nth else more to say. Thirdly, I'm truly upset. I made the effort to make a trip down to the event after my tuition, from Hougang to Jalan Bukit Merah. Yet, this is wat I deserve ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears just flow out from my eyes uncontrollably while I took a cab home myself.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it most important that worshipping to our religious comes from our hearts and not based on our attire? To some extend attire may be as important.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, how about a poor beggar who wish to enter the temple to pray? Would you chase him out because of his attire? Sometimes, we may be caught at situation in which we can't do anything about it, would the poor beggar wished to be dress in his torn clothings? Would I want to be in my shorts if I've a pair of pants with me? How about a rich man who dress very formally to pray in the temple when he doesn't have any intention to worship his religion deep down from his heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments may just be words but it can hurt you unknowingly. Only when you're the one receiving it, you'll then get a taste of it.&lt;br /&gt;I may be upset but I've learnt sth: Speak with care. Always put yourself into others shoes before you judge and you comment. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8018925529298194028?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8018925529298194028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8018925529298194028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8018925529298194028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8018925529298194028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-eyes-are-feeling-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6810414917103801155</id><published>2009-07-31T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:57:55.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bribe me with MEIJI &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAN&lt;/span&gt; Dipping biscuits! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Craving craving hard for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;... Don't why either but I just love to eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; biscuits nowadays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period. Pain. Problematic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6810414917103801155?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6810414917103801155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6810414917103801155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6810414917103801155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6810414917103801155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/bribe-me-with-meiji-yan-yan-dipping.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4595190470655519115</id><published>2009-07-29T13:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:50:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my FTB camp last week. Here are the pictures: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363748229148028962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cmJb_sCI/AAAAAAAAB4g/JwaRUEyW6VY/s320/FTB_01.jpg" /&gt;After gathering at SMU Admin Building, we head off to ECP Outward Bound... it's there that we stayed for a consective 3 days... a place where strangers become your friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cl4eXgcI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/JKpUoRxgD_A/s1600-h/FTB_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363748224594575810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cl4eXgcI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/JKpUoRxgD_A/s320/FTB_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363748218225164162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_clgvx_4I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/BafUj9tvSPE/s320/FTB_09.jpg" /&gt;Painting our team flag... DAI DEE! Cause our section is called BLACK JACK! No paint brushes, creativity called upon us to use our fingers and newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cRnZsaJI/AAAAAAAAB4I/TIRT1lBF4y0/s1600-h/FTB_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747876414187666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cRnZsaJI/AAAAAAAAB4I/TIRT1lBF4y0/s320/FTB_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747872885778914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cRaQdKeI/AAAAAAAAB4A/OnEPAHoeqoU/s320/FTB_19.jpg" /&gt;TADA! Our FLAG is done!!! It got stolen ONCE by the seniors thou we did really protect our flag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cRP9puNI/AAAAAAAAB34/LchSs4fS6KI/s1600-h/FTB_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747870122555602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cRP9puNI/AAAAAAAAB34/LchSs4fS6KI/s320/FTB_27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747861678470754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cQwgbNmI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ZQajBATMCEk/s320/FTB_31.jpg" /&gt;TADA! Our raft.. Built from scratch using 4 barrels, 6 poles and 14 ropes. Thanks to the guys who have more experience than us in managing and feeding the ropes. We're the 1st team to get it done! WEE~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we go! TO THE SEA! We've to paddle to the center to collect 2 water bombs. Thanks to the guys once again who have experience in dragon boating or canoeing.. While we girls gave them moral support by shouting " IN! OUT!" all the way!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747863906255954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cQ4zkhFI/AAAAAAAAB3o/F2v2uhx8E5Q/s320/FTB_33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747499107481762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_b7p0w-KI/AAAAAAAAB3g/gBP71k6WQOo/s320/FTB_39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747499966821794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_b7tBpdaI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/Gagk--zWmuM/s320/FTB_46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747492665580194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_b7R05WqI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/oretQUWbTro/s320/FTB_53.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747484365135458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_b6y56nmI/AAAAAAAAB3I/lk0GH3GffMk/s320/FTB_56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_b6uMbaaI/AAAAAAAAB3A/bIRMEnDFsj0/s1600-h/FTB_59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363747483100604834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_b6uMbaaI/AAAAAAAAB3A/bIRMEnDFsj0/s320/FTB_59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZpL3FvLI/AAAAAAAAB24/X3aLlnO9aPI/s1600-h/FTB_67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744982803266738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZpL3FvLI/AAAAAAAAB24/X3aLlnO9aPI/s320/FTB_67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZpCty9BI/AAAAAAAAB2w/VMi-rDDi82Y/s1600-h/FTB_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744980348367890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZpCty9BI/AAAAAAAAB2w/VMi-rDDi82Y/s320/FTB_69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of our NIGHT GAMES... Everyone's dirty and tired!!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744977005646370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Zo2Q1EiI/AAAAAAAAB2o/IyI_pRrYT4U/s320/FTB_73.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744975202203634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Zovi2t_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/SiNfNOZ0wyg/s320/FTB_74.jpg" /&gt;Check out my facilitator's hair! Combination of flour with water = DOUGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent the whole time during the night game, trying to peel off the dough stick to my hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZoXy0YRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/LhcNZcLghyI/s1600-h/FTB_75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744968826708242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZoXy0YRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/LhcNZcLghyI/s320/FTB_75.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 2 - POISON IVY!!! This is a very tough game. The way to win is to be in your nerdiest attire, cause not a single piece of cloth should touch the strings and we can only escape through coming out of the trap and now beneth the trap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the guys with their shorts high up! lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZB4pkYdI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/4HI3PTI-ZSM/s1600-h/FTB_77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744307631382994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZB4pkYdI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/4HI3PTI-ZSM/s320/FTB_77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZB4r91wI/AAAAAAAAB2I/OFn6nISccCI/s1600-h/FTB_79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744307641440002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZB4r91wI/AAAAAAAAB2I/OFn6nISccCI/s320/FTB_79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZBrctc2I/AAAAAAAAB2A/7RAMQsPpMeY/s1600-h/FTB_81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744304087790434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZBrctc2I/AAAAAAAAB2A/7RAMQsPpMeY/s320/FTB_81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ALL OF US LOVE TO HAVE A SIESTA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in which some of us just got to learn that siesta is a spanish word for nap.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZBDY6UnI/AAAAAAAAB14/A34ifBoqZ2I/s1600-h/FTB_86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744293334438514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZBDY6UnI/AAAAAAAAB14/A34ifBoqZ2I/s320/FTB_86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our matchstick DOMINO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZA-m9sUI/AAAAAAAAB1w/PGwU1fPFWh0/s1600-h/FTB_87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363744292051202370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_ZA-m9sUI/AAAAAAAAB1w/PGwU1fPFWh0/s320/FTB_87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heh! It's not a simple game also. Tip to win: BE IN YOUR NERDIST ATTIRE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYONE SHIRT TUCK IN! SHORTS PULL UP! SLEEVES UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X1DaCumI/AAAAAAAAB1o/YxZG20mMacU/s1600-h/FTB_89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363742987669125730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X1DaCumI/AAAAAAAAB1o/YxZG20mMacU/s320/FTB_89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 3: FINAL CHALLENGE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... Debrief in process.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X06jvHbI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pt6wxohugMM/s1600-h/FTB_91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363742985293864370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X06jvHbI/AAAAAAAAB1g/pt6wxohugMM/s320/FTB_91.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X0lDgQbI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Xxht3Glhn1U/s1600-h/FTB_95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363742979521528242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X0lDgQbI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Xxht3Glhn1U/s320/FTB_95.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" BLACKJACK~~~ HUAT ARH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Our section cheer!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X0aPqRkI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/eLb5yYt9HuI/s1600-h/FTB_96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363742976619726402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X0aPqRkI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/eLb5yYt9HuI/s320/FTB_96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Ooooo~ Oooooo~ BlackJack Oley! BlackJack Oley!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE REST CAN GO FLY KITE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(then i realise this is actually an origin from VJ cheer! lol!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363742973478320530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_X0OisOZI/AAAAAAAAB1I/bWLr0BN8cdk/s320/FTB_97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4595190470655519115?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4595190470655519115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4595190470655519115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4595190470655519115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4595190470655519115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-for-my-ftb-camp-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_cmJb_sCI/AAAAAAAAB4g/JwaRUEyW6VY/s72-c/FTB_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-2083014643512135056</id><published>2009-07-28T13:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:00:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for NDP 2009 NE SHOW 3 last Sat with Phoi Yee. Thanks to my dear boy who managed to secure 2 tickets for that day for us, as he's involved in this year NDP (marching in the parade).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363380200349882178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm6N4DU310I/AAAAAAAABww/ws3e3u95kPo/s320/Photo0020.jpg" /&gt;Collect our goodies bags and then... a free sun-tanning session... it's damn freaking warm!! lol.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363380203891995154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm6N4QhYMhI/AAAAAAAABw4/dHP1XQmyviY/s320/Photo0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363380212019125234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm6N4uzCW_I/AAAAAAAABxA/x49HPYOwJyU/s320/Photo0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363380214567106050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm6N44ShdgI/AAAAAAAABxI/tZPw84uesow/s320/Photo0086.jpg" /&gt;Yes... they've this very cute MR.BEAN stick. In fact, I would say it's going GREEN this year! Those 'props' that we were given in the goodies bag are able to be exchanged for a Mr. Bean reward card if we were to take them to any Mr.Bean outlets before 31 August. I think it's a brilliant idea cause usually we would throw these items away, in a way by having an exchange for reward cards, they can promote a more friendly environment by recycling those items that were collected during these exchanges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363380221342443586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm6N5Rh46EI/AAAAAAAABxQ/91Uqjrp1q6A/s320/Photo0084.jpg" /&gt;Here are some pictures that I've taken from flickr photographers who were there taking pictures at NE Show 3. I would say: this year NDP is definitely very nice, they've got POP, ROCK, MAMBO etc... Woohooo~ It's damn high and nice! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I thinking of the Mambo Night at FTB now.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730520543003458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_MfXvjA0I/AAAAAAAAB1A/6WNIOOKl67M/s320/NE+Show+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730518082501490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_MfOk6u3I/AAAAAAAAB04/jWC4eD8U8x4/s320/NE+Show+02.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Doing the Marina Wave~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Me8CiBVI/AAAAAAAAB0w/JN8qoJx2nt0/s1600-h/NE+Show+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730513106437458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Me8CiBVI/AAAAAAAAB0w/JN8qoJx2nt0/s320/NE+Show+03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The RED LIONS!!! There're 13 of them this year!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_MeqWhxFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/71u4epTJS44/s1600-h/NE+Show+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730508358468690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_MeqWhxFI/AAAAAAAAB0o/71u4epTJS44/s320/NE+Show+04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_MeQg6ANI/AAAAAAAAB0g/1JS_uJrAmeM/s1600-h/NE+Show+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363730501422678226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_MeQg6ANI/AAAAAAAAB0g/1JS_uJrAmeM/s320/NE+Show+05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363729031309381762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LIr6lUII/AAAAAAAAB0Q/91sK9PMHbcE/s320/NE+Show+07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LIV1_62I/AAAAAAAAB0I/aORLdhKQlzQ/s1600-h/NE+Show+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363729025384573794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LIV1_62I/AAAAAAAAB0I/aORLdhKQlzQ/s320/NE+Show+08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LIPH7sbI/AAAAAAAAB0A/8JsudOiyClI/s1600-h/NE+Show+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363729023580746162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LIPH7sbI/AAAAAAAAB0A/8JsudOiyClI/s320/NE+Show+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LHkItWwI/AAAAAAAABz4/QRLfqRgxpxs/s1600-h/NE+Show+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363729012041276162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_LHkItWwI/AAAAAAAABz4/QRLfqRgxpxs/s320/NE+Show+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Jd6XBzVI/AAAAAAAABzw/caSjHMaIpLI/s1600-h/NE+Show+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727196940782930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Jd6XBzVI/AAAAAAAABzw/caSjHMaIpLI/s320/NE+Show+11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727174295245250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Jcl_6UcI/AAAAAAAABzQ/pC2sw28uNVI/s320/NE+Show+15.JPG" /&gt;A sea of 'Waving Hearts'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_JdnrN6KI/AAAAAAAABzo/ZZNoMkJhx-c/s1600-h/NE+Show+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727191925188770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_JdnrN6KI/AAAAAAAABzo/ZZNoMkJhx-c/s320/NE+Show+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_JdWuJEYI/AAAAAAAABzg/_XfLJUS8Js8/s1600-h/NE+Show+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727187374051714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_JdWuJEYI/AAAAAAAABzg/_XfLJUS8Js8/s320/NE+Show+13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Jc9dZbdI/AAAAAAAABzY/jKIMh07BXGQ/s1600-h/NE+Show+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363727180592934354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm_Jc9dZbdI/AAAAAAAABzY/jKIMh07BXGQ/s320/NE+Show+14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-2083014643512135056?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2083014643512135056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=2083014643512135056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2083014643512135056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2083014643512135056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-for-ndp-2009-ne-show-3-last-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sm6N4DU310I/AAAAAAAABww/ws3e3u95kPo/s72-c/Photo0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3882016871085662190</id><published>2009-07-24T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:18:47.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362044340853705122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmnO6y56iaI/AAAAAAAABwY/lbe6W5eCmQw/s320/Prima+Revolving+Restaurant.jpg" /&gt;Went Prima Revolving Restaurant last Saturday for a very nice hong-kong style brunch with my family! Initially I tot it was just the outer glass that is moving, tot they're trying to create the impression that we're moving around. Then I came to realise it's actually moving when Vivo City has disappeared to my far right. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my FIRST 21st Birthday Surprise from my dear boy! SAMSUNG JET!&lt;br /&gt;It's really funky and I really love it! Muackx! Thou it's a real early b'dae pressie but that's because my phone died after serving me for 1 year plus. So he decided to push forward his plan by getting me the phone early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks you, my dear boy!! Heart-pain for you that it's so freaking expensive. I really love my pressie! Thank you! Thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362044355397442434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmnO7pFaW4I/AAAAAAAABwo/VacNlY9EfpQ/s320/Photo0019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362044348245244898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmnO7OcMe-I/AAAAAAAABwg/uzbvRfIlTq8/s320/Photo0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3882016871085662190?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3882016871085662190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3882016871085662190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3882016871085662190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3882016871085662190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-prima-revolving-restaurant-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmnO6y56iaI/AAAAAAAABwY/lbe6W5eCmQw/s72-c/Prima+Revolving+Restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8098733765654985593</id><published>2009-07-24T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:05:49.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from my FTB camp! Woohoo! It's really fun and really really damn tiring. Most memorable of all was the Rafting activity! We built our own raft and paddle to the middle of the sea as a team! HooHaa! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 3rd surprise for my dear boy. I'm really really glad that he liked it and he was really shocked by it. Lol. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361933470028991938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmlqFQ5bDcI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GyWlkc-lzeM/s320/3739943510_e73fff9077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361933466073619570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmlqFCKY3HI/AAAAAAAABwI/V9OUlRwcJiI/s320/3739942648_9d0d59747b.jpg" /&gt;As he's 23 this year so I've made 23 strawberry dipped chocolate for him with a heart-shaped chocolate. Chocolate used is Valrhona  72% Pure Origin Araquani Dark Chocolates from Venezuela. And he really really loves it. Haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;Both the box and card are from PRINTS. Thou it's rather expensive but definitely worth the value. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8098733765654985593?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8098733765654985593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8098733765654985593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8098733765654985593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8098733765654985593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-from-my-ftb-camp-woohoo-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmlqFQ5bDcI/AAAAAAAABwQ/GyWlkc-lzeM/s72-c/3739943510_e73fff9077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6978800709233928136</id><published>2009-07-18T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:13:36.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;The Real You Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6978800709233928136?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6978800709233928136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6978800709233928136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6978800709233928136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6978800709233928136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-you-quiz-here-is-analysis-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6745381744309571138</id><published>2009-07-18T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:07:57.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt; to get to know yourself better.&lt;br /&gt;I find my results 90% true. I'm not sure if it does for you guys but if you've the time, idling around, why not try this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6745381744309571138?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6745381744309571138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6745381744309571138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6745381744309571138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6745381744309571138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-personality-test-to-get-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8358453036646992823</id><published>2009-07-18T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:15:46.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated Dar dar and Nivel Birthday last Sunday at Vivo. A nice dinner with great company of friends. Lots of laughters and jokes that filled the restaurant with an air of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Both Gloria and I 'excused-ourselves-to-the-washroom' together with Jasmine and Karen... having the intension to buy birthday cakes to surprise our dear boys! Went to HarbourFront Swiss Bake and got them the cakes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359460535172180866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmCg9gqpq4I/AAAAAAAABvg/we0QQQ5m7Bo/s320/Dar+Birthday01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359460542634930226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmCg98d6MDI/AAAAAAAABvo/6B_MCWIJ6HE/s320/Dar+Birthday02.jpg" /&gt; Here's the two birthday boys! Dar's actual birthday is TODAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359460543847532898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmCg-A_BCWI/AAAAAAAABvw/7bdaXi8hRDc/s320/Dar+Birthday08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing people who makes that dinner filled with laughters and happiness. =) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359460549091980930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmCg-UhY9oI/AAAAAAAABv4/EP8PhYAZrlI/s320/Dar+Birthday04.jpg" /&gt;The girls: (From left) Jasmine, Me, Gloria and Karen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359460550166369026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmCg-Yhi0wI/AAAAAAAABwA/spHq7Xk_RhU/s320/Dar+Birthday05.jpg" /&gt;The guys: (From left) Allen, Kim Peng, Chee Chin, Rio, Dar dar, Nivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8358453036646992823?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8358453036646992823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8358453036646992823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8358453036646992823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8358453036646992823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrated-dar-dar-and-nivel-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SmCg9gqpq4I/AAAAAAAABvg/we0QQQ5m7Bo/s72-c/Dar+Birthday01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6319544536437089500</id><published>2009-07-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:27:27.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school on Monday for the Career Services Orientation. It's a very long session. Made a few friends during the session. Through our conversation, I came to know that taking up double degree in Law and Business is a long way of 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iVimNzOI/AAAAAAAABvA/BBvrk_3MZDQ/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iVimNzOI/AAAAAAAABvA/BBvrk_3MZDQ/s320/DSC01482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687991332981986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heehee.. This is my SMU Passport! Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iV83QVGI/AAAAAAAABvI/JbIdr6RjJHU/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iV83QVGI/AAAAAAAABvI/JbIdr6RjJHU/s320/DSC01483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687998383772770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iWg4-0PI/AAAAAAAABvY/PFjIjGhitPk/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iWg4-0PI/AAAAAAAABvY/PFjIjGhitPk/s320/DSC01485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358688008054690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There! I'm flying off in Business Class! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just login into my FRIENDSTER earlier to 'clean up that neglected area'. Come to realise that no one is actually using Friendster anymore.. Anyway I'm not gg to login anymore, perhaps years later since I've delete many stuffs inside there. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6319544536437089500?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6319544536437089500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6319544536437089500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6319544536437089500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6319544536437089500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-school-on-monday-for-career.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sl3iVimNzOI/AAAAAAAABvA/BBvrk_3MZDQ/s72-c/DSC01482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4080712290203085084</id><published>2009-07-11T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:48:26.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Retail Therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which has never failed to perk up my day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally a day where all tuitions have been rescheduled to other days. Went shopping alone today. Seriously I really love shopping all alone by myself. It's like I've the whole day doing what I want to do, going where I want to go, buying what I want to buy without any restrictions. Restricions can be: 1) You've gotta hurry up! Cause your poor friends are waiting for you! 2) There's just too much of a comments. How long are you going to make up your mind? 3) Arh! I forget to get something from that shop. Do your friends mind walking all the way back again? 4) It's endless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Failed to make appointment with ERABELLE thus I make a trip to their Bugis Roadshow to trim my eyebrows. Then shopping around Bugis Junction. I've almost forget that it's the GSS month until I asked why they're giving me discounts. Duh! Gonna count how long ever since I really enjoyed my life shopping around. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then head over to City Hall. Went to buy several materials needed for my upcoming 3rd surprise for my dear boy. Then shopped around Citylink and Marina Square. Then I saw some peeps wearing the RedCrossCamp tee ard there...which sets me thinking, if not for the 'fully-subscribed' issue, I might be running around with them instead of shopping out here. heh. Finally the 3hrs shopping trip makes me feel so tired that I decided to head back home. Initially, I thought of going over to the F1 pit area to look for my dear boy to bring him some SUBWAY as he was there for the NDParade. But then... I realised I don't know the way to the F1 pit hence I dropped the idea. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. Talk about the RedCross Camp. Both Phoi Yee and I didn't managed to participate in it cause they told us it's FULLY SUBSCRIBED when: 1) No one inform me that there's an online registration and payment when they actually sent email out to ppl, seriously I'm super pissed why am I excluded. Else there won't be a chance for me to missed it at all... 2) Super late reply of my enquires email... thus I don't know what's an email account there for.. 3) No information that there's a closing date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway there goes our chance to clear our 80 CIP hrs before the start of our semester. Sooo.. we've gotta look for it again. Sigh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4080712290203085084?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4080712290203085084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4080712290203085084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4080712290203085084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4080712290203085084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/retail-therapy-finally-day-where-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5731901317668047232</id><published>2009-07-10T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:12:04.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEW (SINGAPORE) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PTE&lt;/span&gt; LTD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661225919165714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SlavAREFNRI/AAAAAAAABug/KIIMhgwi1sI/s320/n225357285187_3323.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;FEW (SINGAPORE) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PTE&lt;/span&gt; LTD specializes in wholesale of FEW SWIMWEAR and FEW SWIMMING PRODUCTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is his sister's company and they're selling various swimming products so anyone interested &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; let me know yea? =) One of the few popular products is the baby float! You can buy it as a gift for an infant etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661233029236706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SlavArjQR-I/AAAAAAAABuo/xMYgfrkMeUg/s320/DSC01784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SlavBkP0BLI/AAAAAAAABu4/n5NsMUYkYb0/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661248248513714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SlavBkP0BLI/AAAAAAAABu4/n5NsMUYkYb0/s320/DSC02046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There're&lt;/span&gt; many more swimming products. Will post the pictures when catalogues are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5731901317668047232?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5731901317668047232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5731901317668047232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5731901317668047232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5731901317668047232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-singapore-pte-ltd-few-singapore-pte.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SlavAREFNRI/AAAAAAAABug/KIIMhgwi1sI/s72-c/n225357285187_3323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4027669842238639296</id><published>2009-07-10T10:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:40:24.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my 2nd birthday surprise for my dear boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry. I've removed the pix and the title. To keep it secret.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these books at RedDotPhoto.com for SDG$54. Even though, there's this guy who's selling at ClubSnap for $50. Cause if I get from him, my 2nd surprise would most probably be late or would probably crash with my 3rd surprise. Yeshhh.. I know I'm a Silly Perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really glad he loves these books so much that he even brought them to work which result in some slight damage to the book covers and there goes his rattling that he shouldn't have brought them to work. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I would say it's a very nice and beautiful week! My dear boy actually sent and fetch me to and fro my tuition classes for two days despite of his sickness! Thank you! Thank you! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk abt his sickness... he was sick with his nose bleeding! Cause he has been working night shifts till the very very late morning! This sets me thinking why some of friends can be leading such a good life when working night shifts. And he gotta spend more than 9 hrs at work! Sometimes 12 to 13 hrs! Yet there wasn't much rest given to him. Furthermore, with the upcoming NDP, he has to spend every Sat practicing the parade. Then again, the Sun, the marching, the-not-enough-rest, finally a GREAT damage his health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I can be rather pissed abt his work life. But there's nth I can do abt it but to understand that he does need more rest whenever time allows. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4027669842238639296?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4027669842238639296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4027669842238639296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4027669842238639296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4027669842238639296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-my-2nd-birthday-surprise-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3777376943551535326</id><published>2009-07-04T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:54:29.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My 1st surprise for my dear boy: &lt;u&gt;Phottix Battery Grip, Phottix Battery and Pop-up Flash Diffuser. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought all these items from &lt;a href="http://www.shuttercentral.com/store/index.php"&gt;ShutterCentral.com&lt;/a&gt;. I ordered it in the afternoon and got my items delivered to my doorstep on the same day at about 9pm. Excellent service! Free Delivery for a purchase of more than $70! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I gave it to him on Friday and.. indeed it surprised him! Cause he didn't expect these stuffs to arrive so fast. Glad that he likes these gifts that I've bought him. Soooo...that's only my first gift for him. Two more surprises to go! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how his D80 looks like after the battery grip was fixed onto the body. It's much more heavier! Well, the weight would soon ceases my wish to play with his cam every now and then.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354560701670262674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sk84lqdSh5I/AAAAAAAABuA/7lDEXHJkjkY/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I've my tuition session today. After tuition, I took a 2 hrs bus ride to Holland Drive from Hougang. To realise there isn't any bus that can get me to Chip Bee Gardens. So I cab there instead. Finally reached! &lt;a href="http://www.shermay.com/index.htm"&gt;SHERMAY'S COOKING SCHOOL&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damage: $76&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354560708569982594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sk84mEKT5oI/AAAAAAAABuI/4yhcdBQB0O4/s320/DSC01476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling excited that I've finally found my way there.. yea.. but I'm even more thrilled when I opened the door to see a wide range to baking stuffs. Bought Valrhona White Chocolates and 72% Pure Origin Araquani Dark Chocolates from Venezuela and some other baking stuffs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prices may seems relatively more expensive than those chocolates selling at Phoon Huat. But! It's &lt;a href="http://www.valrhona.com/"&gt;Valrhona Chocolates &lt;/a&gt;(Professional quality chocolate for the homemaker!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baking is interesting but it's really an expensive hobby. Luckily, I've my boy to 'sponsor' my baking stuffs every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't be surprise if you notice that he grew fatter the next time you see him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3777376943551535326?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3777376943551535326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3777376943551535326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3777376943551535326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3777376943551535326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-1st-surprise-for-my-dear-boy-phottix.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sk84lqdSh5I/AAAAAAAABuA/7lDEXHJkjkY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6769926118901814383</id><published>2009-07-02T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:32:15.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353852516477799074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sky0f3B9iqI/AAAAAAAABts/zvfoTBWqnS0/s320/Stairways.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sky0gIC9k7I/AAAAAAAABt0/M5qSgLW22lY/s1600-h/ray+of+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Does this look like stairways to the heaven? I took this pic at Bugis a few weeks ago using dar's D80. Gotten this from his Flickr account =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353852521045398450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sky0gIC9k7I/AAAAAAAABt0/M5qSgLW22lY/s320/ray+of+light.jpg" /&gt;Hmmm.. As usual, the numerous events and stuffs happening around me these days really makes me tired both emotionally and physically. There's hardly a day where I dun have to do anything, like just plainly stay at home and rest. There's just so many things each day.. rushing here and there... which doesn't makes me a happy gal at all.. I'm just tired..&lt;br /&gt;Went Library Orienation earlier. It was quite alright but I just come to realise the importance of library in Uni life.. Lots of things were being taught during the 1 hr session and I'm kinda lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is.. I'm pretty much looking forward to Sunday where I can finally meet my boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6769926118901814383?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6769926118901814383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6769926118901814383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6769926118901814383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6769926118901814383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-this-look-like-stairways-to-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sky0f3B9iqI/AAAAAAAABts/zvfoTBWqnS0/s72-c/Stairways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7161315228319187799</id><published>2009-07-02T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:22:21.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. Hrs later I'll be heading back to sch for Library Orientation. Thanks to the nice lady who helped me changed my timing schedule to 16:30pm. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a couple of purchase of camera items online from ShutterCentral, which as compared to another webbie (not gg to name it out), it's slightly cheaper. Yea. And I'm getting these for my bf bdae. It's not a secret anyway cause he can reads my mind and know I'm getting camera stuffs for him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very least, I'll sure give him some surprises! *evil grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Don't think you can always read my mind..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7161315228319187799?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7161315228319187799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7161315228319187799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7161315228319187799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7161315228319187799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-942412022926076332</id><published>2009-07-01T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:07:13.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew~ finally I can have the time to sit down and blog abt what's happening in my life. It's damn hectic... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353338024804036674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkrgkgMJMEI/AAAAAAAABtc/xtp3H19Hmj8/s320/DSC01469.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early ytd to get to sch for ID's Verification and Collection Day. And I managed to find a shorter route to sch or rather it's only ytd that I realised that I've been taking a longer route to sch. Sigh. I've yet to step inside the sch and has alrdy been bombarded by several other seniors to join several activities. Finally met up with Phoi Yee and we sat down to decide our CCAs. Haha.. Ohyea.. Here the 3 choices that we made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Air Rifle (ANTICIPATING!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Gourment Club (Appreciation of Fine Cursine!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohyea. Just came to realise that we've to clear our CIP hrs in SMU. So in order to grad, we've to complete 80 CIP hrs. It's really creative of the seniors to come up with a series of activites that comes in a PACKAGE that can allow us to clear 80hrs at one go before the start of our semester! And we decided to join the Red Cross Journey Camp'09 &lt;yes,&gt;. Main events in this camp are: Food Collection and Distribution, &lt;a href="http://api.sg/main/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;Asia Paranomal Investigators Tours&lt;/a&gt;, Introductory First Aid, Vist Blood Bank!... I'm sooooo looking forward to this except Asia Paranomal Investigators Tours. It is a tour that brings us to spooky places in Singapore like the Old Changi Hospital etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This camp will start from 15th to 18th July and after which I'll be off to another FTB (Freshman Teambuilding Camp) from 20th to 22nd July. Hope all these camps are FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.. I can't wait to try out AIR RIFLE!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353338034921324194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkrglF4SvqI/AAAAAAAABtk/2Q1-YFJWHDE/s320/DSC01473.JPG" /&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/30836859-942412022926076332?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/942412022926076332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=942412022926076332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/942412022926076332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/942412022926076332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/phew-finally-i-can-have-time-to-sit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkrgkgMJMEI/AAAAAAAABtc/xtp3H19Hmj8/s72-c/DSC01469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3808468680393882471</id><published>2009-06-27T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:42:38.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BENTO BENTO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's its history!&lt;br /&gt;Bento are packed lunches...if traced it can be as far back as the fifth centry in Japn.&lt;br /&gt;During the Kamakura Period (1185 to 1333), hoshi-ii was developed. Hoshi-ii consisted of cooked and dried rice carried in a small bag. During the Azuchi-Momoyama Period (1568 to 1600), wooden lacquered bento boxes were produced. During the Edo Period (1603-1868), bento became more refined and widespread. Japanese packed lavish assortments of food into fancy, tiered, lacquer boxes to take on outdoor excursions or to the theater. There are Koshibento ("waist bento"), Makunouchi bento ("between-scene bento"). From this period onwards, bento began to evolve into a sophisticated art form. Special occasion bento are used in celebrations in the home, at Buddhist memorial services, for entertaining guests, and for tea ceremonies. In the Meiji Period (1868-1912), Japan's railway system was born, and the first ekiben ("station bento") were sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing? Not yet.. not yet.. Look at the mouth-watering pictures below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351967795702923954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCWrA0ArI/AAAAAAAABsM/oXJi8_WNT1I/s320/Bento1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351967799795190642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCW6QfC3I/AAAAAAAABsU/cJxaCakxFg4/s320/Bento2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968040694037746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCk7rPvPI/AAAAAAAABsk/OWhwWdwtpv4/s320/bento4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968047997167522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYClW4cp6I/AAAAAAAABs0/02Qm3Vy9_m8/s320/bento6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968053097790754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYClp4h_SI/AAAAAAAABs8/4_flTX2BFWg/s320/bento7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968045015768402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYClLxoHVI/AAAAAAAABss/NFtBeD6VcBU/s320/bento5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968210519375250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCu0UwvZI/AAAAAAAABtU/xpby09WQfUA/s320/bento10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351968052838195986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYClo6o4xI/AAAAAAAABtE/PQjbFgS9TZI/s320/bento8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351967793212958370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCWhvKJqI/AAAAAAAABsE/yNYLb7C5Z-Q/s320/Bentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCXILUE_I/AAAAAAAABsc/-ao8Sw6bE_E/s1600-h/bento3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351967803531596786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCXILUE_I/AAAAAAAABsc/-ao8Sw6bE_E/s320/bento3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this website to learn more.. &lt;a href="http://motheringcorner.com/"&gt;http://motheringcorner.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. I'm gg to shop for all these cute little stuffs and make my own cute bento set.. And am gg to make these lil stuff for my dear bf! Ciao! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3808468680393882471?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3808468680393882471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3808468680393882471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3808468680393882471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3808468680393882471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-cranky-bento-bento-heres-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SkYCWrA0ArI/AAAAAAAABsM/oXJi8_WNT1I/s72-c/Bento1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6149538318165462710</id><published>2009-06-25T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:35:39.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee! I'm so happy! Made a Marshmallow Chocolate Cake today. Turns out to be a success. Yea. I tried last week and I failed. Humpff.. Anyway I'm glad that it turns out well today. *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went SMU ytd to submit LKY-Sholarship Application form with Phoi Yee ytd. And was busy helping her to matriculate.. andd... I got stuck when I'm about to register the Freshmen Teambuilding Camp (FTB) for her. Sigh...  Pissed me off to the core.. After shutting down twice, it don't seems to get working.. Thanks to dar dar who helped me over the phone and I managed to register the same camp with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's moving! It's going to get me even more busy each day! Anticipating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6149538318165462710?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6149538318165462710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6149538318165462710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6149538318165462710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6149538318165462710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wee-im-so-happy-made-marshmallow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3511924567226292579</id><published>2009-06-18T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:51:28.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: Sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 days ever since I've gotten that bad news. Yet.. I'm still unable to react the-way-I-want-it-to-be. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 days later... I've to bid goodbye to my dear bf, who apparently has been told that he'll be involved in a short-term detachment to Thailand. Thank goodness... It was just 1 month. I could barely imagine how would I react if it's the usual 2 mth detachment. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;It's just lately that I realised how fortunate I am that I dun have to suffer the separation with him as he has already been-sent-into-Tekong-Island. Yet yet yet... My lil brain has forgotten that he might be sent for any short-term / long-term detachment anytime soon... Failure to anticipate uncertainties in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Uncertainties in life.. Isn't these are what that makes our life more exciting? I questioned this now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't helped.. but tears just keep flowing out from my eyes when I heard of the news.&lt;br /&gt;Before the release of the news, he told me that he has got a really bad news for me.. which sets me thinking what are the bad news? The list of bad news that comes up to me would probably be... he has gotta work on Sunday? or he would be call back anytime for work on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Well... these are really bad news to me... Yet he told me it's a news that's gonna beat all these 'my-category-of-bad-NEWS'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it's coming my way however I chose not to say the word out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Detachment'....This word is enough to flood my eyes with tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... he would be leaving 10 days after the start of my sch and would be gone the 1 mth where I've to cope in an entirely new environment. I guess I should stop wallowing deep into such negative thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a challenge in our relationship. And I would categorise it as a minor one thou... Cause I believe after this, he would be called for more and longer detachment. Instead of crying over something that I've no control at all... why not think more positively and face the challenges bravely with a smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3511924567226292579?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3511924567226292579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3511924567226292579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3511924567226292579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3511924567226292579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-sad-it-has-been-2-days-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5269880831893962028</id><published>2009-06-13T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:03:44.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee! I'm back! (Finally feels like blogging again.. heh heh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Phoi Yee ytd! Had a very very nice lunch with her (thou both of us can't finish our portion of food.) Yes! We've been talking throughout the whole lunch till I just can't be bothered eating instead... I just wanna keeep talking and sharing the juicy stuffs in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho! Said sth that SURPRISE her.. Well.. I'm not gg to share out here. Hmmm.. Saw a few nice dresses and feel like buying also but.. yea... shall give it all a miss. Well well well... I CAN'T WAIT TO START SCHOOL now... wanna give it a try of how life is like in uni. But but but! I must say I'll sure regret what I've just said. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wen over to Sim Lim to meet dar dar who bought another lens. Happy for him also cause he can get sth he has been eyeing for. Then dinner at Bottle Tree Park with his family cause it's his dad birthday. Dinner with his family is always so nice, so enjoyable and so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5269880831893962028?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5269880831893962028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5269880831893962028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5269880831893962028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5269880831893962028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/06/wee-im-back-finally-feels-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6927941937645413906</id><published>2009-05-29T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:01:03.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah! Finally received SMU acceptance - &lt;u&gt;Bachelor of Business Management. &lt;/u&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;Thou they sent out only on 27 May and I've to accept it before 01 June. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matriculation package would be sent to us and hence it's all going to be "check it out youself' from it's online matriculation procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341198869002051986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sh_AEo2V4ZI/AAAAAAAABr0/zcBNYlPkYeA/s320/DSC01436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341198564625048466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sh-_y69NY5I/AAAAAAAABrs/vz7LzjP2BRE/s320/SMU.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sh-_y69NY5I/AAAAAAAABrs/vz7LzjP2BRE/s1600-h/SMU.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6927941937645413906?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6927941937645413906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6927941937645413906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6927941937645413906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6927941937645413906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah-finally-received-smu-acceptance.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sh_AEo2V4ZI/AAAAAAAABr0/zcBNYlPkYeA/s72-c/DSC01436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6833877203825604293</id><published>2009-05-27T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:05:47.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, it's really 21 days (3weeks) later that NUS received my Form P. =)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/ShzYH8sNb7I/AAAAAAAABrc/X8ujNSkSB4Q/s1600-h/nus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340380889216806834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/ShzYH8sNb7I/AAAAAAAABrc/X8ujNSkSB4Q/s320/nus.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6833877203825604293?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6833877203825604293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6833877203825604293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6833877203825604293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6833877203825604293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-its-really-21-days-3weeks-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/ShzYH8sNb7I/AAAAAAAABrc/X8ujNSkSB4Q/s72-c/nus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5400447413066115012</id><published>2009-05-26T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:20:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics-comment.blogspot.com/?c=hifunny&amp;amp;n=29"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/516/516438r500l30awu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well. No worries. Ur eyes are not tricking you. Neither have you entered the wrong blog.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, changed a new blog skin! Wee~ Spent the whole afternoon to get it done. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Ohyea. Try not to load it in a new tab, cause it'll turns out to look kinda small, whichhh is sth that I dun understand either. Ohyea! Navigations are all there. Click them, leave your message if you want to. Happy day! Ciao! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5400447413066115012?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5400447413066115012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5400447413066115012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5400447413066115012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5400447413066115012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-2141362404162088740</id><published>2009-05-21T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:10:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here's a real romantic and sweet story.. It was actually a chain email but then... I'm posting here to share with everyone who I didn't send out the email to (Just in case, seeing it a chain mail and refused to read it..) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talks about that. Well.. I dun send out chain email for the sake so as not to break the curse or etc but to share the story. Sometimes I dun even sent them out when it's not interesting. So if you happened to receive, just read and send out if you wanna share the story instead of 'FOR THE SAKE' to do it so as not to be cursed etc. It's actually rubbish la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;So it was their 7th month anniversary and the girl calls her boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah I know everyone does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah...everyone of my friends that are girls tell me that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Oh...but am I only your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; No...you're my girlfriend...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; So when I say I love you I really do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah I know you do mean it...its just that you don't need to tell me that you love me anymore cuz I know you love me since the day we been together and i love you more each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; So wanna go somewhere tonight for our 7th month anniversary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah...where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; I dont know...maybe movie then dinner?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; I'll pick you up after I get off and get ready ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Ok. What time do you get off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; In 2 hours and then I gotta go home and yeah get ready which takes about 15-20 minutes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; hey...I thought you didn't have work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; One of my co-workers called in sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Oh okay! So sill see you around 7:30 then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah! and babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Ok my manager is like looking at me so yeah.... i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 hours later... The guy drives to his girlfriend's house and walks up to the door and rings the doorbell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Hey! (gives a kiss to her boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Wadssup.....you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Um...wait...let me get my bag and we can go ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They both watched a movie and ate dinner...once they were done eating, they headed back to the car but before she got into the car.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Wait! Can I blindfold you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Why??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; It's a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; What kinda surprise??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; A big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Okay but only if you promise me tat you will hold my hand while we're driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Ok blindfold me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So they drove off.........and then they stopped....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Ok we're here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Wait let me walk you to the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; What place??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Somewhere! (and gives a kiss to her on the lips..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The boy walks her to the place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Ok...let me take the blindfold off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Where are we?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He takes it off her and she opens her eyes and sees the view of the city and at that same spot....that's where he first asked her to be his girlfriend......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Omg...! (tears come down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; This is where you first asked me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; What are you doing the rest of your life? (he asked on his knees and after he says that...behind him...in the air it says 'Will you marry me?' in fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; (tears come down faster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; I wasn't at work when you called me... I was planning this whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Get up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; (kisses him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt; Is that a yes or a no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-2141362404162088740?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2141362404162088740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=2141362404162088740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2141362404162088740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2141362404162088740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-real-romantic-and-sweet-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7552389922693438839</id><published>2009-05-17T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:32:25.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch 'ANGELS &amp;amp; DEMONS' ytd with dar at GVMax.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are selling like hotcakes! Wanted to catch it at either 2130/2150/2350. All fully booked! No more seats left. Dar was like damn shocked, questioning if this show is really that nice? Well.. Anyway we managed to get seats at GVMax at 0025hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. It's indeed a very very nice show! Interesting!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 428px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336659009679925602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sg-fGC9cIWI/AAAAAAAABrM/1RSLZ-EsQpQ/s320/Angels+and+Demons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Anyway I've accepted offer from NUS earlier. Course: FASS (Faculty of Arts and Social Science). Was checking on SMU, to realise they're still processing. Hmmm... I would rather they give me a precise answer as to ACCEPT or REJECT me.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Afterall it's still important to ensure that you've secure a position before the close of acceptance period. =) Had my forms all done up, gonna post tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336659011292815794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sg-fGI9-4bI/AAAAAAAABrU/9VdlDHeXBJ4/s320/NUS+Acceptance.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7552389922693438839?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7552389922693438839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7552389922693438839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7552389922693438839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7552389922693438839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-watch-angels-demons-ytd-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sg-fGC9cIWI/AAAAAAAABrM/1RSLZ-EsQpQ/s72-c/Angels+and+Demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6463055217330222954</id><published>2009-05-14T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:51:22.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NP BA GRADUATION DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Pardon me for the late post. Grad Ceremony was held on Tuesday (12May2009). A memorable day! Attended the ceremony with my dear boy. lol. Anddd.. I was almost late.. Anyway I've really gotta thanked dar dar who spend 45 mins ironing my grad attire, shirt and skirt for me! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well... I could still remb the day when I've gotta sign contract with Merrill. Dar also spend abt 30mins to iron my jacket and skirt. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole ceremony, I've only got this to summarise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;'The waiting time is long with only 3 seconds of fame.'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I guess my sudden decision to cut my hair do give the others a shock. lol.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: It's not a sudden decision, I spend 3 days deciding to cut or not to cut (just left with... never do the peeling of the flowers petals thingy.) Well.. Dar says it's nicer and more suitable for me. I would say, it's a fresh new look. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ofcourse he does has to say that, cause he's the mastermind who psycho me to cut my hair. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyea! Went shopping with him on Sun! His damage: $350!&lt;br /&gt;Bought me a LONGCHAMP Le Pliage tote! Cause he knew that I've been eyeing on that for a while! Yeah!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335537002314442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sguionznp_I/AAAAAAAABqc/vwdI3TqYvDI/s320/DSC01406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335537005583390738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sguioz-_2BI/AAAAAAAABqk/mFcdnIwoR0k/s320/DSC01408.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335543029795719202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SguoHd7JCCI/AAAAAAAABq8/JzJAtLmDuV4/s320/longchamp.JPG" /&gt;Initially he thought the Polo Ralph tote looks better. I think so too. Hence we visted the outlet in Paragon, Taka then ShawHouse. To realise, it's no longer on the shelves. What a pity. Then we decided to get LongChamp instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335543030260970674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SguoHfqENLI/AAAAAAAABrE/Cw-es0KfLvU/s320/PoloRalph.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;PS: HEY PEEPS! Sorry that there's no posting of pix on my Graduation Day! Cause camera is not at my side. I'll try to get it the latest by this week and send to you guys! &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/30836859-6463055217330222954?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6463055217330222954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6463055217330222954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6463055217330222954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6463055217330222954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/np-ba-graduation-day-alright-pardon-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sguionznp_I/AAAAAAAABqc/vwdI3TqYvDI/s72-c/DSC01406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6159932459638396728</id><published>2009-05-08T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:42:15.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I can't control how I'm perceived but I can control how I'm presented."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- dar dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new start. A brand new me. Simply love myself! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to everyone 'old' Nicole. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6159932459638396728?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6159932459638396728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6159932459638396728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6159932459638396728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6159932459638396728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-control-how-im-perceived-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4977588545715570786</id><published>2009-05-05T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:32:03.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful week! Spend 4 consecutive days with dar dar (except gotta go for tuition in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the PRE-ORDER &lt;u&gt;THE SIMS 3&lt;/u&gt; at AMK hub!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cost: &lt;u&gt;$74.90&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it allows us to download any Sims 2 Expansion pack online. Ohyea. We've been playing Sims 2 too! lol. And our puppies grew up and gave birth to 3 other puppies. lol. Dar can't stand the little puppies running ard our Sims hse and decided to lock them at the yard. lol! Too bad! These little puppies inherited their mum's hyper-active behaviour! (Mama dog is my dog - Breed:Pup , Papa dog is dar's dog - Breed: Golden Retriever. Puppies -Pup, in fact, totally no signs of any Golden Retriever's genes in them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332190515272378722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sf-_BcGEaWI/AAAAAAAABqM/APU4SQ8w4Nc/s320/DSC01391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332190517240847026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sf-_BjbY2rI/AAAAAAAABqU/_tZFgZwYK4I/s320/DSC01393.JPG" /&gt;Stayed over at Dar's place on Sat. Poor dar gotta woke up early on Sun morning to Sembawang base for injection. Poor me gotta stayed in the hse alone. lol. Infact, I'm sleeping still! lol! BLEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4977588545715570786?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4977588545715570786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4977588545715570786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4977588545715570786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4977588545715570786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-wonderful-week-spend-4-consecutive.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sf-_BcGEaWI/AAAAAAAABqM/APU4SQ8w4Nc/s72-c/DSC01391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4555607385877579013</id><published>2009-04-30T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:34:13.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfmoa1Q4YZI/AAAAAAAABqE/Jrbay8E1mBo/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330476812897640850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfmoa1Q4YZI/AAAAAAAABqE/Jrbay8E1mBo/s320/DSC01370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHOWING YOU GUYS MY LOVELY CALENDAR!&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still working at UOB, I'll usually draw a pic to represent the mood for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfmoO7mjN8I/AAAAAAAABp8/vJfzTyCG9z8/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days when I'm busy, I can be as busy as a buzzing bee. When it comes to days when I'm free, I can be really very free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Giving tuition. Pros and Cons.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Instead of working an hr for the miserable $6.50, you get to earn $28 for an hr.&lt;br /&gt;2. Instead of wearing formal, walking up and down the office, you can dress in you comfortable casual outfits.&lt;br /&gt;3. No office politics. No one to piss you off. Perhaps at times, your students. If they're mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;4. You've got your own free time, no longer have to get stuck inside the office from 9am to 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;5. Location - Your choice. Subjects - Your choice. You can choose where you wanna teach at, what subjects to teach. At your own preference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You can't choose the timing. You can't choose the examination dates. So when it's SA1 period, almost all your students will be having exams. There goes your busy time, almost all parents wants additional tuition's! For example, the day before the exam, you've gotta be there to help the kids with their revision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Days when you've no tuition, you can be really very free. Like nothing to do after correcting their assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, I enjoy giving tuition more than being a sales assistant (I used to be one). In a way, I learn as I teach. I get to re-visit my basics when I teach. Perhaps, the only thing that I dun really like about would be the timing. For example, just like ytd, after my 2hr tuition class at AMK - 45 mins ride home for a 15 mins dinner - OFF! I've to rush for another tuition class at TPY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT! 12 May is my GRADUATION DAY and a mum actually called me to want to have a tuition for her daughter at 4pm (when the ceremony begins at 4pm). lol. Perhaps I can spilt myself into 2? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4555607385877579013?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4555607385877579013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4555607385877579013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4555607385877579013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4555607385877579013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/showing-you-guys-my-lovely-calendar.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfmoa1Q4YZI/AAAAAAAABqE/Jrbay8E1mBo/s72-c/DSC01370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6638626879101467945</id><published>2009-04-29T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:55:59.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... Here's some updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS offered me FASS a while ago. Went for the FASS high tea session with Bernice the other day. Ask abt majoring in Econs etc. Just as I was abt to set my mind on NUS.&lt;br /&gt;SMU (LKC Sch of Biz) called me for interview session last Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before gg for the interview, I'm filled with doubts and fears. I doubt about my writting skills, I fear that I might not be able to speak at the interview session. In fact, I even wanna give up the interview by nt attending it. People around me (my mum, dar, Bernice, Phoi Yee) encouraged me to go for it and give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... almost everyone wore formal that day. As compared to the rest, I'm dressed pretty casually. Stepping into the registration area, I saw people reading "The Economist", "NewsWeek" etc... Anxious and Nervous looking faces everywhere. I turned to look at myself, as compared to the rest, I'm just an average one. Well... Can't be bothered. No preparation is the best form of preparation. In fact, I've actually reached earlier than my reporting time so the waiting time to register was a torture due to the lack of sleep. (Cause for the whole night! I kept thinking abt the interview!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny thing is.. My mind actually kept repeating words from Bernice "You've to be shameless to fight to talk in the interview.... " and words from Dar "You've to be confident in yourself, Show that you're confident..." while waiting in the holding room. Well... Now that it's over. I'm glad I managed to write and speak out during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the outcome, I would say I've no regrets at all. I've no regrets even if I dun get a place in SMU. That's because I've tried my best. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6638626879101467945?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6638626879101467945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6638626879101467945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6638626879101467945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6638626879101467945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4122515550028948350</id><published>2009-04-29T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:28:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning, dar came over to have the 'breakfast' I cooked for him before heading off to work. Today is also his Promotion Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY! Here's sth I've gotta share - &lt;u&gt;HELLO KITTY MANSION in TAIWAN (XIN ZHU).&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Hello Kitty别墅located in 台湾的新竹 is the first Hello Kitty theme mansion. However it requires 3 months of advance booking. As reported, they actually have a 24hr housekeeper to service you! So once, you stepped inside this mansion, everywhere you see will be Hello Kitty! lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929512872801314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe2pxyndCI/AAAAAAAABo8/5YjmQ4zJ7oI/s320/Hello+Kitty_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929513991889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe2p19bY0I/AAAAAAAABpE/5ttkQx0YYU4/s320/Hello+Kitty_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929514416766178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe2p3iufOI/AAAAAAAABpM/jiQ9IUm9a-8/s320/Hello+Kitty_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929521382311170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe2qRfcRQI/AAAAAAAABpc/rYxk82hWWuk/s320/Hello+Kitty_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929953093546722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe3DZva8uI/AAAAAAAABpk/Bm70V5nSlnQ/s320/Hello+Kitty_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929953258585874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe3DaWxPxI/AAAAAAAABps/lVntgIiWVhg/s320/Hello+Kitty_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329929522268733586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe2qUyyAJI/AAAAAAAABpU/X9H10poo2wE/s320/Hello+Kitty_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so lovely! So cute!!!! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4122515550028948350?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4122515550028948350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4122515550028948350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4122515550028948350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4122515550028948350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-dar-came-over-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sfe2pxyndCI/AAAAAAAABo8/5YjmQ4zJ7oI/s72-c/Hello+Kitty_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6609130073278776352</id><published>2009-04-28T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:50:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our FIRST ANNIVERSARY! (03 April 2009 - FRIDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say: 'I'm very surprised and truly touched by what he has done for me. Thanks dar dar.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. Actually I met dar dar after my work that day, was waiting for him at TCC. Dar appeared with a big bouquet of flowers! And to my surprised, he actually took OFF for this day sometimes back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Surprise: A bouquet of roses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a yr ever since we're tgt, dar has never gave me a bouquet of flowers at all. He only gave me a car boot filled with roses and 3 roses on my b'dae. Thus I never expect to recieve this on that day. What I thought was probably a small gift then a dinner at the coffeeshop near his hse. lol. Thanks dar dar! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745036352725122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcO31M0oII/AAAAAAAABn0/GAuT0VcG9Ok/s320/DSC01358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745042841218322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcO4NXzLRI/AAAAAAAABn8/Zx72xj19qFY/s320/DSC01359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked him why he took an OFF day? He kept it a secret. Then I realised he actually took an OFF day so that he can get everything prepared. Well.. As for me, haha... My final product wasn't ready as of that day. So actually went to buy him our anniversary gift during my lunch. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745621366417858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcPZ4i9KcI/AAAAAAAABoM/gMK5L088Kz4/s320/DSC01362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745630849788802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcPab3964I/AAAAAAAABoc/fBnqr41PAMk/s320/DSC01364.JPG" /&gt;A stalk of rose. (Still remb I gave a stalk of rose to him a week after we got tgt and he still refused to throw it till now, still being place at the side of the dashboard in his car.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcPaDMOAzI/AAAAAAAABoU/B7rXlxXNX5k/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745624223843122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcPaDMOAzI/AAAAAAAABoU/B7rXlxXNX5k/s320/DSC01363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 123 grs of BIG LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! Bought chocolates for him from ChocolateFactory! It's very nice. Nice boxes and papers bag. (In case you guys can't see the wordings on the paper bag - LOOKING FOR HAPPINESS? I'VE FOUND IT INSIDE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... My FINAL PRODUCT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 6-months effort! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745046254678546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcO4aFochI/AAAAAAAABoE/scYLGFi467U/s320/DSC01360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Surprise: Mt. Faber's Dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought me to Mt.Faber (the place where we officially got tgt. ) In fact, he has already made a reservation at The Jewel Box. Nice screnery. Great food and cocktails! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745027276461522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcO3TY31dI/AAAAAAAABnk/C0CoSxXbI3c/s320/DSC01345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd Surprise: SENTOSA Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to SENTOSA. Why Sentosa? Cause we love the sea, the beach, the relaxing time we had there. We used to go there very frequently to dine and drink. (Cafe De Mar, The Coasters) Then walk by the sea. =) Nice. Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745031294696242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcO3iW5OzI/AAAAAAAABns/_fbi_W_9oD0/s320/DSC01354.JPG" /&gt;To dar dar:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the sweet and beautiful things that you've done and arranged for me. Thanks for the wonderful one year, may it be sweet or bitter, it'll always be beautiful moments in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, thanks to you that I've learnt how to enjoy life, take things less serious, be more cheerful and pick up sports  that I've never dreamt abt doing it or learning them. Here's one interesting sport that I've tried and it's fun! Jumping Jack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcV81PWeEI/AAAAAAAABo0/GdvVjvZkkb4/s1600-h/Jumping+Jack_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752818844072002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcV81PWeEI/AAAAAAAABo0/GdvVjvZkkb4/s320/Jumping+Jack_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dar and his friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752817461899266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcV8wF0MAI/AAAAAAAABos/fJJj3y5INCY/s320/Jumping+Jack_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752816827444402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcV8tujLLI/AAAAAAAABok/LU2CoXpP8Us/s320/Jumping+Jack_01.jpg" /&gt;This is me. As you can see, mine is slightly lower than their. Beginner! lol! Initially I tot it's kinda difficult to balance on the metals that curve curve metals. lol. But it's actually quite managable! Thanks to dar for his patience. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6609130073278776352?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6609130073278776352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6609130073278776352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6609130073278776352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6609130073278776352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-first-anniversary-03-april-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfcO31M0oII/AAAAAAAABn0/GAuT0VcG9Ok/s72-c/DSC01358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3058353610689458038</id><published>2009-04-17T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:03:34.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my last of work at UOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Nt really much of a feeling (excitment? happiness?).. I'm suppose to feel happy but... it's just a sense of relieved. Relieved because I no longer have to work in that hostile working environment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I kinda love my work there IF i would to exclude the hostile working environment, bossy and lazy people. At the beginning, this job seems rather tough, as I've to mange with the cut-off time for processing certain transactions. However, things got easier as time goes by. Just like, I used to check my reports hourly to ensure certain transactions got processed immediately.. Now? I simply dump them aside and check only at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Experience?&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is no longer any ITP or IAP, no friends by your side. It's all about learning to establish good relationship with your colleagues, making new friends, holding responsibility for your work etc. In fact, if you dun ask, you'll never know how to get things done. If you've gotta see arrogrant faces, let it be. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3058353610689458038?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3058353610689458038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3058353610689458038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3058353610689458038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3058353610689458038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-my-last-of-work-at-uob.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7242894588869770494</id><published>2009-03-07T11:59:00.051+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:03:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As at 28-Apr-09: Pardon me. Found this draft with lots of photo uploaded but it wasn't being published. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY 2 (08 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;上海老街&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325867478992266402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelIQSYjpKI/AAAAAAAABXc/40iHBbwiE_s/s320/P1000207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325862252408657586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelDgD161rI/AAAAAAAABWU/x2biEfMZYNY/s320/P1000210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325862277622576514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelDhhxYtYI/AAAAAAAABWs/GmcCJMRVWSk/s320/P1000224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crocodile? Or Lacoste? Nope. It's their own 'crocodile-look-alike' brand. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325867484567403666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelIQnJxfJI/AAAAAAAABXk/rKR7hx5t6lg/s320/P1000217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325867493872248002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelIRJ0OJMI/AAAAAAAABX0/zehWf_f2gFM/s320/P1000283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610413400370610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfaUbvnzrbI/AAAAAAAABnE/ELKMw4fhaek/s320/P1000229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325864063287340082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelFJd5CrDI/AAAAAAAABW0/bO_BCtQFTEU/s320/P1000230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE THIS STORE!!!! A very romantic-kinda feel when you enters! Loves! And the bears weren't cheap at all... =)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325867487010123218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelIQwQKbdI/AAAAAAAABXs/suDISlji-qo/s320/P1000274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WELCOME to 豫园. =)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325867497708299218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelIRYGzo9I/AAAAAAAABX8/61xWVBsJX30/s320/P1000288.JPG" /&gt; A good experience! Eating ice-cream in Winter time. =)&lt;br /&gt;I would say.. you would feels even colder after eating the ice-cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325864068538877794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelFJxdGx2I/AAAAAAAABXE/6M7qV2_CYmc/s320/P1000245.JPG" /&gt;元宵节灯会&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325864078287754594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelFKVxa1WI/AAAAAAAABXU/uf4JwndDpT0/s320/P1000261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325864075787012434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelFKMdMiVI/AAAAAAAABXM/jJVhGYdJvss/s320/P1000256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar dar's sis - Angie Jie Jie =)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610420203054370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfaUcI9sZSI/AAAAAAAABnc/qlfjB4U6aQA/s320/P1000272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610412382680434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfaUbr1K9XI/AAAAAAAABnM/VZfW_XZAx3A/s320/P1000268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329610417104396322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SfaUb9a6oCI/AAAAAAAABnU/YEj7o_J1Zes/s320/P1000287.JPG" /&gt;It was so crowded that day. Cause everyone came down to this place to see the beautiful laterns decorations and to celebrate the last day of CNY - Yuan Xiao. So as you can see, there are road-block gg on. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325864065626517282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelFJmmvryI/AAAAAAAABW8/Nr3X-qlLalE/s320/P1000234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325862273946889394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelDhUFCLLI/AAAAAAAABWk/P5nTOQQh49M/s320/P1000222.JPG" /&gt;Modern-kind of 冰糖葫芦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869899808926034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKdMoOaVI/AAAAAAAABYk/xskRRPMoHCw/s320/P1000305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to play golf with Angie jie jie and her husband, Tom. (He's a scottish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKc9gAMvI/AAAAAAAABYc/2kKwWx-qgdo/s1600-h/P1000300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869895747908338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKc9gAMvI/AAAAAAAABYc/2kKwWx-qgdo/s320/P1000300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869888227645714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKchfCGRI/AAAAAAAABYU/QQ1S--rhujc/s320/P1000301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKcfog9rI/AAAAAAAABYM/n6g7qWzeekU/s1600-h/P1000296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869887730546354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKcfog9rI/AAAAAAAABYM/n6g7qWzeekU/s320/P1000296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dar dar playing golf. Everyone plays better than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKcXpEtlI/AAAAAAAABYE/LP6D7Hd3hg0/s1600-h/P1000294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869885585405522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelKcXpEtlI/AAAAAAAABYE/LP6D7Hd3hg0/s320/P1000294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing golf in the Winter. Nice experience. As you can see there's hardly anyone playing around. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelL1yc465I/AAAAAAAABY0/TMOccObz0kc/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325871421790415762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelL1yc465I/AAAAAAAABY0/TMOccObz0kc/s320/P1000308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325871417884560994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelL1j5qTmI/AAAAAAAABYs/O3wYricQIHo/s320/P1000307.JPG" /&gt; Kite-flying in the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, our kite got caught in the bushes. Dar actually wanted to retrieve it however I stopped him from doing so. Cause it's way too dangerous, imagine you have to walk on the metal poles without any support, and if you would to fall, you'll fall all the way down to the basement carpark. Why risk? It's just a kite. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 3 (09 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;Horse-Ridding Session 01&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325871430034840562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelL2RKg2_I/AAAAAAAABZE/z2jlZ2xt8Kw/s320/P1000315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325871426565318258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelL2EPUJnI/AAAAAAAABY8/96Fj3ivpj6I/s320/P1000311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325871435350319842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelL2k90ouI/AAAAAAAABZM/CuaTbgn1FJ0/s320/P1000348.JPG" /&gt;Early in the morning, where's all the horses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874412668100114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOj4VsnhI/AAAAAAAABZU/Sa-Ej2_emAg/s320/P1000354.JPG" /&gt;TADA! Cause it's still very early in the morning, so they've yet to bring these horses across to the other side of the field.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325876283053511474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelQQwEVEzI/AAAAAAAABZ8/x6DlM37-GR4/s320/P1000357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325880115900426946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelTv2iPqsI/AAAAAAAABbE/7BL2IsfMsqU/s320/P1000460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874414928084530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOkAwhPjI/AAAAAAAABZc/EhrFHVfY9sI/s320/P1000377.JPG" /&gt;Make a guess! What is this? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelQRYp5hcI/AAAAAAAABaM/2PLYx3PHcWU/s1600-h/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325876293948507586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelQRYp5hcI/AAAAAAAABaM/2PLYx3PHcWU/s320/P1000378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325876287951024706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelQRCT_MkI/AAAAAAAABaE/CfZh2PDJ_lQ/s320/P1000375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874435280837906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOlMk_nRI/AAAAAAAABZ0/8YbFK0u5ZbI/s320/P1000380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOkz3YwUI/AAAAAAAABZs/GCRm0m5zexU/s1600-h/P1000381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874428647096642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOkz3YwUI/AAAAAAAABZs/GCRm0m5zexU/s320/P1000381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOktzc-4I/AAAAAAAABZk/zE-b5N7XVzo/s1600-h/P1000379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874427019983746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelOktzc-4I/AAAAAAAABZk/zE-b5N7XVzo/s320/P1000379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325876301386643730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelQR0XSeRI/AAAAAAAABac/zFRSS29uWTs/s320/P1000411.JPG" /&gt;Dar dar having his ridding lesson. lol. In fact, dar actually dun understand what his coach is saying throughout the whole lesson. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325876299025280978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelQRrkS79I/AAAAAAAABaU/lb2ezuHnK-k/s320/P1000388.JPG" /&gt;  Having my ridding lesson with my coach. Learnt about how to get up the horse myself, the right posture etc. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325880104466243090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelTvL8H3hI/AAAAAAAABak/XaHJaTEZ5R8/s320/P1000412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325880104168803906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelTvK1NTkI/AAAAAAAABas/rqawKlbpBHo/s320/P1000437.JPG" /&gt;Angie Jie Jie and her horse. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325880109608248546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelTvfGEpOI/AAAAAAAABa0/hEkVhT4D9hM/s320/P1000444.JPG" /&gt;It's feeding time!&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm actually feeling very scared when I'm feeding the horses. Thus result in the waste of carrots. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325880113040159298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelTvr4TckI/AAAAAAAABa8/TiXvr_bRKHY/s320/P1000447.JPG" /&gt;IN THE END, dar dar came to rescue! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 4 (10 Feb) - 东方明珠，&lt;a href="http://www.superbrandmall.com/index/index_en.asp"&gt;正大广场&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325881403903769410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelU60uK-0I/AAAAAAAABbM/L0cggdQdN5E/s320/P1000471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV7zHrG7I/AAAAAAAABb8/c8RX8jMR3mk/s1600-h/P1000480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325882520165358514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV7zHrG7I/AAAAAAAABb8/c8RX8jMR3mk/s320/P1000480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325882517580483314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV7pfZCvI/AAAAAAAABb0/fsJtKJ0UFP0/s320/P1000479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325881421426023058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelU71_zWpI/AAAAAAAABbs/rrjmCfvEM0M/s320/P1000474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325881419451312194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelU7uo_qEI/AAAAAAAABbk/gV6li4Vj1HA/s320/P1000476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelU7fJxraI/AAAAAAAABbc/Nz3teDZj5K0/s1600-h/P1000473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325881415293840802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelU7fJxraI/AAAAAAAABbc/Nz3teDZj5K0/s320/P1000473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325881409189498018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelU7IaYzKI/AAAAAAAABbU/k04G9vrx72Q/s320/P1000472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325882524683836914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV8D89nfI/AAAAAAAABcE/Jj_rKTBDgNQ/s320/P1000484.JPG" /&gt;I think dar dar wanna ditch his job and be a Floor CAPTAIN in the mall. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV8tnfmFI/AAAAAAAABcU/992A9dgo_bU/s1600-h/P1000493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325882535868078162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV8tnfmFI/AAAAAAAABcU/992A9dgo_bU/s320/P1000493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325882529730479906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelV8WwLRyI/AAAAAAAABcM/2IIZrhKrwFk/s320/P1000490.JPG" /&gt;Whenever I look at these 2 pictures. A sense of curiosity and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look at these 2 pics, I would try to find traces of sadness but so far, I still can't find any. Reason being, due to some issues, I actually gave him cold shoulder for a few hrs. Well... I'm not gg to talk abt these issues cause it has all been resolved. =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883663074723586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelW-UygBwI/AAAAAAAABcc/FmUQhQ0YYc0/s320/P1000494.JPG" /&gt;Hur!? What is dar dar doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883668413517906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelW-orXkFI/AAAAAAAABck/aCU_ybiaj-E/s320/P1000496.JPG" /&gt;Well.. It's actually a box of FIREWORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883672964736530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelW-5odphI/AAAAAAAABc0/rhseXsYdxt4/s320/P1000507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883666140574962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelW-gNdNPI/AAAAAAAABcs/3n40u3EsN5Q/s320/P1000503.JPG" /&gt;Pardon me for the poor photography skill. Due to the cold weather at night, I'm actually shivering. Fear of the fireworks and the loud BOOM that it produces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 5 (11 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;七浦路&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325888746471296946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelbmN6sD7I/AAAAAAAABd8/19_h_uBPZWo/s320/P1000531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325888740699168226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selbl4agXeI/AAAAAAAABd0/z7S4SOcfN3Y/s320/P1000517.JPG" /&gt;See how lazy he is? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325888736292724610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selbln_7X4I/AAAAAAAABds/5RDLi6mf6yU/s320/P1000514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883676750664082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelW_HvGUZI/AAAAAAAABc8/oFPrO4dZ7Qc/s320/P1000530.JPG" /&gt;Did my French Manicure for only SGD$2. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for 0 pics taken at 七浦路 cause we can't take pics there at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to some buggers.... Hmmm... Irritating lots of ppl. Well... We actually had to pretend that we're not foreigners. However, the people there are actually very smart. One look and they can tells if we are foreigners a not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(You must be wondering what's wrong with that yea?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, these group of buggers would actually follow you wherever you go, despite having to tell them to STOP following you in a hostile manner, they would still do so. Reason being, they want 'money'. For example, A skirt would probably cost RMB50. However, upon seeing these buggers following behind you, the store-owner would probably charge you RMB 100. Thus the additional RMB 50 is actually the 'commission' they pay to these buggers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reason being, these buggers brought customers to their shops, thus they demand a commission despite they never really intro you there, merely following you can actually cost you a great deal of money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Luckily Angie Jie Jie knows the prices very well and been to the mall there several times, thus these buggers actually didn't bug us that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinatravel.com/shanghai/attraction/french-concession-region/"&gt;FRENCH CONCESSION (SHANGHAI)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The French Concession is the area of shanghai once designated for the French in 1849 and retook by China in 1943, with a history of nearly one hundred years. Today, it has become a famous tourist region in Shanghai and the tree-lined avenues and many Tudor mansions there still retain an air of the "Paris of the East".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325887218863902802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaNTItEFI/AAAAAAAABdk/HcC6ZaZDBnI/s320/P1000586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325887216492586850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaNKTVp2I/AAAAAAAABdc/msqY2CFfCwM/s320/P1000575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinahighlights.com/shanghai/attraction/the-bund.htm"&gt;THE BUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The Bund is one of the most recognizable architectural symbols of &lt;a href="http://www.chinahighlights.com/shanghai/"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/a&gt;. Now many attractive new constructions have been erected in addition to the historical buildings. Paved with colorful tiles and dotted with flower beds and European-style garden lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325887208237421890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaMrjJ1UI/AAAAAAAABdE/lZeSOBtmTO4/s320/P1000542.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaMyKoz7I/AAAAAAAABdU/uJzI2zdsEmg/s1600-h/P1000545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325887210013642674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaMyKoz7I/AAAAAAAABdU/uJzI2zdsEmg/s320/P1000545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaM1zTLSI/AAAAAAAABdM/W2-mozUf6l0/s1600-h/P1000544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325887210989497634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelaM1zTLSI/AAAAAAAABdM/W2-mozUf6l0/s320/P1000544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the night time, dar dar and I went to walk around the mall (near Jie Jie's place) on our own. So sweet. Strolling down the road in Winter time. Loves!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelczmNfnSI/AAAAAAAABeU/oCEz8b6P3KI/s1600-h/P1000598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325890075842551074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelczmNfnSI/AAAAAAAABeU/oCEz8b6P3KI/s320/P1000598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NIKE FACTORY STORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelbmhL65RI/AAAAAAAABeM/m9Sk-khrvVo/s1600-h/P1000603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325888751643845906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelbmhL65RI/AAAAAAAABeM/m9Sk-khrvVo/s320/P1000603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325888750655519634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelbmdgSO5I/AAAAAAAABeE/jFZs0hPVPcQ/s320/P1000601.JPG" /&gt;Then we helped his sis to buy some groceries. See who's the one queueing and who's the one nt? Lazy Bum... Opps! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 6 (12 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;上海老街&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up very early in the morning to fetch his bro and Priscilla Jie Jie in the airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325890088405112050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selc0VApFPI/AAAAAAAABes/FFL-2MLY658/s320/P1000611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar's bro and his gf - Priscilla Jie Jie. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325890083829844450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selc0D90CeI/AAAAAAAABek/N6Up6xNp3Cs/s320/P1000608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325890087915669954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selc0TL8ycI/AAAAAAAABe0/NvH0z1_NV4U/s320/P1000613.JPG" /&gt;His bro's formation - As you can see, I'm being place in front, caus I'm the shortest. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892450498746626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sele90fpmQI/AAAAAAAABe8/AF4JiYxQrug/s320/P1000634.JPG" /&gt;His bro trying to act as a flute player making money in the street. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Both the bros are actually very humorous peeps. Watch out for dar and his funny actions also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325895215248849730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selhev_cO0I/AAAAAAAABfs/jvINcBu_ziU/s320/P1000657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325895209391053714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelheaK1W5I/AAAAAAAABfk/ZSS62AaTbtg/s320/P1000655.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892469175603970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sele-6Ej0wI/AAAAAAAABfc/4AzVJZGgx_8/s320/P1000648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sele-aei1OI/AAAAAAAABfM/-RO-r_RluEM/s1600-h/P1000650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892460694656226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sele-aei1OI/AAAAAAAABfM/-RO-r_RluEM/s320/P1000650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325892457256117122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sele-Nqu44I/AAAAAAAABfE/bUQWwsOsO5s/s320/P1000651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 7 (13 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;Shopping Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325895221144890770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelhfF9KrZI/AAAAAAAABgE/HOlQnGRbjiE/s320/P1000673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is his bro doing?&lt;br /&gt;(Zipping his jacket. lol!) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325896864030043410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seli-uLgrRI/AAAAAAAABgM/4rq-VrPqRtI/s320/P1000674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325896864880813138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seli-xWWZFI/AAAAAAAABgU/Tbbe7-Q0d-4/s320/P1000680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325896876190089810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seli_besQlI/AAAAAAAABgc/TxwEl8O4cgQ/s320/P1000689.JPG" /&gt;SIMPLY IN LOVE WITH THIS PLACE! Love the layout of the Haagen-Dazs here! It's so romantic!! Loves! Furthermore, cause it's a day before Valentine Day! So they've got this Valentine Day Fondue! It's very nice - both sight and taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325896881134155362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seli_t5ctmI/AAAAAAAABgk/hnwd7pCzxCI/s320/P1000712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325896878097509810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seli_ildLbI/AAAAAAAABgs/uxXTlMvCNoc/s320/P1000717.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selhe8netgI/AAAAAAAABf8/iBt7QvN1OI0/s1600-h/P1000713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325895218638009858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selhe8netgI/AAAAAAAABf8/iBt7QvN1OI0/s320/P1000713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325895211121704034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selhegnc_GI/AAAAAAAABf0/9HujnZTFTMw/s320/P1000681.JPG" /&gt;Oh! And they've got Valentine Day's gift for every set of Valentine Day Fondue. It's actually a heart-shaped cushion. I've got the PINK one cause both the Jie Jie decided to give it to me. =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325898569012263730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selkh9u8uzI/AAAAAAAABg0/oBzZ9t8Dpdg/s320/P1000734.JPG" /&gt;What are these??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325898571648243986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelkiHjamRI/AAAAAAAABg8/b_mhJanCevY/s320/P1000735.JPG" /&gt;A whole lots of FIRECRACKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325898574877016370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelkiTlNwTI/AAAAAAAABhE/nxv6caTy2vU/s320/P1000740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325898582165608978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selkiuu82hI/AAAAAAAABhM/sa4PQN_YeJA/s320/P1000742.JPG" /&gt;It's very long cause they actually bought a rather long one! Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325898580697900210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelkipRBZLI/AAAAAAAABhU/p8Vz97ylx5c/s320/P1000747.JPG" /&gt;See the disaster after the fun. No wonder it's banned in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325900326497400082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelmIQ4DtRI/AAAAAAAABhc/M-dWduf-Xug/s320/P1000750.JPG" /&gt;Another kind of firecracker. But when lighted, they actually fly straight up the sky, with a SPARK then BOOM! The bros actually linked 3 tgt. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325900331433993314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelmIjRCJGI/AAAAAAAABhk/rk3OzorjJZA/s320/P1000753.JPG" /&gt;Anyway it tooks me to 5 mins to buck up my courage to light up 1 firecracker. TSK! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325900332226790914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelmImODRgI/AAAAAAAABhs/cvoxLACsUO8/s320/P1000759.JPG" /&gt;After the fun experiencing firecrackers, his bro and Priscilla Jie Jie went back home first while I accompany dar dar, seeing him play this. lol. He's still practicing then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 8 (14 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;Horseridding session 03, Shopping, 东方明珠塔&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pardon me. No pics uploaded for horseridding session 02. Well.. The followings actually showcase my last horseridding session in Shanghai. This time round, I was told to direct the horse myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usually you would have to give the horse a slight kick at its belly to get it started. But then if the horse is really very stubbon, you've gotta use a whip. (Nt advisable cause the horse would start to run real fast, but it's NICE if you can control it well.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. In my second lesson, I actually tried laid back on the horse butt. lol. It's comfortable and you would fall at all. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325900340604991266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelmJFbkdyI/AAAAAAAABh8/7NCejwHtQ2U/s320/P1000766.JPG" /&gt;Dar practicing again.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I can say he's a person with strong determination. Once he decides to get something done or to achieve stt, he would keep trying, practicing till he gets it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325900337897673938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelmI7WGFNI/AAAAAAAABh0/Ms_ueMUlUXk/s320/P1000764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seln1U69ssI/AAAAAAAABiU/3f4LPMW05BY/s1600-h/P1000782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325902200189072066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seln1U69ssI/AAAAAAAABiU/3f4LPMW05BY/s320/P1000782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325902183646294594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seln0XS28kI/AAAAAAAABiE/4919km0cgyc/s320/P1000797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325902192259062338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seln03YTWkI/AAAAAAAABiM/F3bVgH8ubwI/s320/P1000811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325902206418832146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seln1sIQSxI/AAAAAAAABic/MklDfrqyoDU/s320/P1000822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325902205272477138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Seln1n28TdI/AAAAAAAABik/rKyos8selA4/s320/P1000844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903636130392642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelpI6ODakI/AAAAAAAABis/U5bL62UHeMg/s320/P1000853.JPG" /&gt;Guess who is this guy?&lt;br /&gt;LOL! He's none other than my dar dar. Hmmm... Trying to be funny again. lol. He actually tied our shopping bags to his neck and walk around, squatting down at a corner in the shopping mall out of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903633897726594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelpIx5vooI/AAAAAAAABi0/atCv5uTkcqM/s320/P1000850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903638686964754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelpJDvlnBI/AAAAAAAABi8/TsleIFoJZVs/s320/P1000865.JPG" /&gt;OUR SHOPPING LOOTS! Look at the smiles on our faces! haha!  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903642913304626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelpJTfOcDI/AAAAAAAABjE/Zir5lsMJKSM/s320/P1000874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903648088476306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelpJmxFSpI/AAAAAAAABjM/DuSSeQAEN3o/s320/P1000871.JPG" /&gt;It's VALENTINE DAY! And the pearl tower was so crowded with couples! You can see a bouquet of flowers in the arms of most of the girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905071135083010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelqccB1SgI/AAAAAAAABjU/CKAAOtKu-lk/s320/P1000888.JPG" /&gt;Shanghai Museum! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905084111597266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelqdMXrLtI/AAAAAAAABjs/LzVOC6bbeGk/s320/P1000900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905068281912754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelqcRZlXbI/AAAAAAAABjc/vR3d4qo9418/s320/P1000896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905075596662994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelqcspjmNI/AAAAAAAABjk/gcdpZreStsI/s320/P1000897.JPG" /&gt;See what is he trying to do again! Always trying to be funny. In fact, each time, he never fails to make me laugh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325907643209282642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelsyJwG9FI/AAAAAAAABj8/2sQiHYdQWJc/s320/P1000904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905089195244066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelqdfTteiI/AAAAAAAABj0/6HyjklMGB1A/s320/P1000881.JPG" /&gt;Beautiful Scenery from the top of the Pearl Tower. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;See the &lt;a href="http://www.chinahighlights.com/shanghai/attraction/jin-mao-building.htm"&gt;Jin Mao Building, 金茂大廈&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY 9 (15 Feb) - &lt;u&gt;朱家角&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;朱家角位于&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="上海" href="http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E4%B8%8A%E6%B5%B7"&gt;上海&lt;/a&gt;市&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="青浦" href="http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E9%9D%92%E6%B5%A6"&gt;青浦&lt;/a&gt;区内，是典型的&lt;a title="江南水乡古镇" href="http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E6%B1%9F%E5%8D%97%E6%B0%B4%E4%B9%A1%E5%8F%A4%E9%95%87"&gt;江南水乡古镇&lt;/a&gt;，2000年原&lt;a class="new" title="沈巷" href="http://zh.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=%E6%B2%88%E5%B7%B7&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;沈巷&lt;/a&gt;镇并入朱家角。 朱家角面积为138平方公里（包括水域），人口约66000人（2003年）。号称“上海第一大镇”。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909442136428546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selua3Rw0AI/AAAAAAAABk8/VRZnZLfZ9uo/s320/P1000957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922862605083026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel6oCa1IZI/AAAAAAAABms/yQ4DrtI0qaM/s320/P1060189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919417323502002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel3ffvsObI/AAAAAAAABl8/JO8mNDUlGrw/s320/P1010007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909441458232130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selua0wEW0I/AAAAAAAABlE/UnItzZSAerw/s320/P1000990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919421890819122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel3fwwn9DI/AAAAAAAABmM/Rtd9K3rhz9s/s320/P1010058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919418533487506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel3fkQLI5I/AAAAAAAABmE/ZY8q-wgS454/s320/P1010010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325919406943411634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel3e5E4nbI/AAAAAAAABl0/XRZxQfLIpXk/s320/P1000998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909429371457538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SeluaHuW0AI/AAAAAAAABkk/Mb8nzs8LlTM/s320/P1000945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909432595945538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SeluaTvImEI/AAAAAAAABks/BPX_G5hseGk/s320/P1000946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909437297941906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelualQLXZI/AAAAAAAABk0/sUcLJ0mg9Kk/s320/P1000950.JPG" /&gt;See what the bros did? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922857643692658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel6nv78UnI/AAAAAAAABmc/fAwXS__0q_U/s320/P1060249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922858426718530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel6ny2oWUI/AAAAAAAABmk/cH2ezvE-x2I/s320/P1060228.JPG" /&gt;Funny! They actually bought the cowboy hats! Well.. Dar actually shot his bro legs while he's having fun. lol. How naughty.. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selsy8FF2SI/AAAAAAAABkU/0G5pi7kxVD8/s1600-h/P1000936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325907656719063330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Selsy8FF2SI/AAAAAAAABkU/0G5pi7kxVD8/s320/P1000936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325907650355133458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelsykXz_BI/AAAAAAAABkM/BAGyi8aQKaQ/s320/P1000930.JPG" /&gt;See this? They actually cook and steamed the dumplings like this. No proper stove. Only an oil tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922869322004434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel6obcRN9I/AAAAAAAABm0/ciLzBYOns_k/s320/P1010115.JPG" /&gt;GO CART! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel6otfd5KI/AAAAAAAABm8/oNL8HGBKhZI/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325922874167256226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sel6otfd5KI/AAAAAAAABm8/oNL8HGBKhZI/s320/P1010116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only dar and his bro played. I wore skirt that day so dar dar says NO NO to the game. =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7242894588869770494?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7242894588869770494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7242894588869770494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7242894588869770494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7242894588869770494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-at-28-apr-09-pardon-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SelIQSYjpKI/AAAAAAAABXc/40iHBbwiE_s/s72-c/P1000207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-770473411781837529</id><published>2009-03-03T18:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:58:11.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's finally the post on my Shanghai Trip 2009! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 (07Feb)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308939554089434738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sa0kZX-FfnI/AAAAAAAABSQ/28aR-kIQIuI/s320/P1000138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308939560144681218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sa0kZuhxOQI/AAAAAAAABSY/ZzT8LMZOUI4/s320/P1000142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnnLZRasI/AAAAAAAABTI/51tGyIXx-ww/s1600-h/P1000145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280095906228930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnnLZRasI/AAAAAAAABTI/51tGyIXx-ww/s320/P1000145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our boarding pass! =)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308939563968794898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sa0kZ8xgkRI/AAAAAAAABSg/Axq8rF0tAdU/s320/P1000151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280091427699794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnm6tgfFI/AAAAAAAABTA/ZPaIudDHogI/s320/P1000168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280084500326930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnmg55KhI/AAAAAAAABS4/b6ivVFRzvtk/s320/P1000167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Arrival and Departure card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;1. Aliens who do not lodege at hotels, guesthouses or inns shall, within 24 hours (72 hours in rural areas) of entry, go through accomodation registration at local police station.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aliens......&lt;br /&gt;3. Aliens.....&lt;br /&gt;4. ALIENS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We got to learn sth new... Human are now categorise as Aliens also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sa0kaHIrz8I/AAAAAAAABSw/mWGXNeNjClE/s1600-h/P1000162.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310285831032530898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHs1AZ759I/AAAAAAAABUY/vq9YfECs2ao/s320/P1000163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHs1Zv7wUI/AAAAAAAABUg/5iFFfjIFz5E/s1600-h/P1000162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310285837835682114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHs1Zv7wUI/AAAAAAAABUg/5iFFfjIFz5E/s320/P1000162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It wasn't a comfortable flight. I had difficulty trying to catch a nap cause the seats were really really uncomfortable. There's no individual screen (a shared one at the centre). No great shows. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I learnt to appreciate the advantage of being petite. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause dar's legs were longer than mine, so he's really not enjoying the flight at all. In fact, he didn't even get to sleep at all. Throughout the 4hrs plus of flight, he has been trying all sorts of position to get himself a comfortable one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;(Well.. Probably that's when I went to the washroom and he managed to get himself a comforting position by occupying 2 seats.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Day 2 (08Feb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280103664623138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnnoTBHiI/AAAAAAAABTQ/tWbYbl8n1DY/s320/P1000171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the estate where dar's sis lived in. Nice and cooling weather. Love it totally! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnn3fd2sI/AAAAAAAABTY/jTDBpV9Qe0w/s1600-h/P1000173.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310280107743369922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHnn3fd2sI/AAAAAAAABTY/jTDBpV9Qe0w/s320/P1000173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The room where we stayed in at his sis's place. She's really really nice! Prepared everything nicely for us. The slippers, the towels, the bed etc. It's totally like a hotel service as what Dar said. Really appreciate a lot!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281331282082578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHovFh0-xI/AAAAAAAABTo/EfjFV3-U0Wk/s320/P1000197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281344734882466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHov3pOaqI/AAAAAAAABT4/9Dvl3MRrYek/s320/P1000193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281334937885042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHovTJcGXI/AAAAAAAABTw/R-C8JP1Wmi8/s320/P1000176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was cold. But really really nice! Totally the kind of weather that I loves as compared to SIN. How I wish I can get to stay in such weather for 365 days!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281326748261010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHou0o4WpI/AAAAAAAABTg/K8CcLDrABpw/s320/P1000189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the Jap food were really cheap! 16RMB = SGD 3.5+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310282808374349394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHqFEIETlI/AAAAAAAABUQ/THu7PjE_r-Q/s320/P1000200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310281350982142242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHowO6sCSI/AAAAAAAABUA/bjUzTDQ7E9M/s320/P1000204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310282804111348946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SbHqE0PsFNI/AAAAAAAABUI/kpfK2uTNH-8/s320/P1000205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The FUN we had in Carrefour! lol! I bet the peeps there does wonder what we're doing. LOL! I would say it's really fun! Dar actually perspired till he decided to just wear his shirt and walk ard the shopping centre cause they actually have heater installed in the mall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-770473411781837529?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/770473411781837529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=770473411781837529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/770473411781837529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/770473411781837529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-finally-post-on-my-shanghai-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/Sa0kZX-FfnI/AAAAAAAABSQ/28aR-kIQIuI/s72-c/P1000138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7157465476941339678</id><published>2009-03-03T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:37:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally... Updating my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update as of now then probably when I've the time, I'll update about my Shanghai Trip (07Feb to 17Feb). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today... I did sth that surprise myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... I went for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAPFA test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I saw this email when I'm in Shanghai, as encouraged by dar dar, I decided to go. =) Anyway it's gonna be the last chance for all final year student (02March - 04March @ 0900hrs). Initally I wasn't keen on going cause it's like me and myself... no one to accompany me there... gotta make an extra trip all the way to school just to do NAPFA but then... afterall I've got nth to lose. Instead.. I got a &lt;strong&gt;PARTICIPATED&lt;/strong&gt; marked on my cert. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... it's like 5% girls and 95% guys at the Sport Complex waiting to do NAPFA. When I saw that I really just feel like turning back home but then... I'm there aleady!!! hahaha.. anyway the first thing I did when I saw the lecturer was 'Can I do the 5 stations only?' and &lt;strong&gt;PERMISSION GRANTED&lt;/strong&gt;. Bless me. lol! Cause I doubt I'm able to finish the run with my gastric pain performing its stun in my tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... they took away our student cards and would only be returned back to us after we've completed the NAPFA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In my group, there's like 3 girls and the rest are all guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First station, &lt;strong&gt;SIT UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most of them got a partner, left with a guy and me. Thus we were told to pair up just for the sit up and I only managed to do &lt;strong&gt;24 sit-up&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then Standing Broad Jump, Sit &amp;amp; Reach, Pull Up and Shuttle Run. I only managed to do well for my Shuttle Run ba. The rest just merely passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everything ended at 1015hrs before the rain came. However, I'm caught there till 11 plus as we're nt allowed to leave. Gotta wait for the rest to go for the 2.4km run and to wait for them to run, we've gotta wait for the rain to stop. Luckily I only have to stone there for an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tiring but yea.. I'm happy for myself. Thanks dar for his encouragement. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7157465476941339678?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7157465476941339678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7157465476941339678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7157465476941339678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7157465476941339678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6275782350602312459</id><published>2009-01-29T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:23:03.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just at the blink of my eyes and there goes the CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat I felt it's just some ordinary day with some 'additional spices' to make the days a little more special. Perparation for these special days were fun and when it comes to the actual day, I guess it's just so-so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm still thrilled as it's the first time I'm celebrating CNY with my someone special. Lots of places to go to. Tiring but yet.. it was FUN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Loyang Tua Pek Gong Temple after visiting his ah ma hse on CNY Day1. It's really very crowded. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjuNVf4FI/AAAAAAAABRI/tPBEwF14_jM/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624263477193474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjtHVF6wI/AAAAAAAABQo/H7L-GKX_HGU/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624278203779106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjt-MLyCI/AAAAAAAABRA/YSLFXIwEgIk/s320/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624282269376594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjuNVf4FI/AAAAAAAABRI/tPBEwF14_jM/s320/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yea.. And they actually imported cows from US just for this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjtuqrCaI/AAAAAAAABQ4/h35L3X8xKbQ/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624274036689314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjtuqrCaI/AAAAAAAABQ4/h35L3X8xKbQ/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjtfQq6DI/AAAAAAAABQw/kVh9AE-D-hw/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296624269901097010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjtfQq6DI/AAAAAAAABQw/kVh9AE-D-hw/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides that... Here's some really overdue pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2009 NEW YEAR celebration&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626050294830242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFlVHvnVKI/AAAAAAAABRY/PrbAHulBpp8/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626050815608514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFlVJrxxsI/AAAAAAAABRQ/txpShOfobcM/s320/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626060985203346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFlVvkZepI/AAAAAAAABRg/B1GJr4QxFK8/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626063685706930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFlV5oP5LI/AAAAAAAABRo/AfEtFXB0EqE/s320/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"River Walk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626068801616050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFlWMr-eLI/AAAAAAAABRw/qX1jACIAF8Q/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626998949028786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFmMVwZo7I/AAAAAAAABSA/vOxAEL-96Jg/s320/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296626997180083570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFmMPKprXI/AAAAAAAABR4/uFBH7FYu2_U/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFmMpwE3NI/AAAAAAAABSI/ljUGdmPzXag/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296627004316376274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFmMpwE3NI/AAAAAAAABSI/ljUGdmPzXag/s320/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Love you, dar dar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6275782350602312459?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6275782350602312459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6275782350602312459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6275782350602312459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6275782350602312459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-just-at-blink-of-my-eyes-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SYFjtHVF6wI/AAAAAAAABQo/H7L-GKX_HGU/s72-c/DSC01262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-1396549846118259198</id><published>2009-01-20T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:25:08.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 more days to the end of attachment.&lt;br /&gt;Had an OFF day today cause I've to go back for work on the 2nd day of CNY. How sad. Well.. that's the fact. So I went back to the campus today to attend the EDVANCE talk that has engaged several universities to give us talk about Yr2009 intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. The dean frm NUS BBA mentioned that the cut-off point is 3.6. Well.. I'm speechless. Since NUS is already that high, forget abt NTU. SMU, well.. they're good but I'm not sure if I'm suitable for the sch. As in, I know myself very well, if I want to get into SMU, I must really learn and try to speak up. I was thinking, if I really couldn't get into any of the NUS or SMU. May SIM (UOL) however I'm very worried abt the sky-high sch fees that I've to pay. If not... I guess I'll just go NIE and be a teacher. Sigh.. Life is full of decision making, every steps that you take, every decision that you make, you've to be responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went down to MOE to 'buy' my O-level Chinese certificate. As it was taken in Yr 2004, it wasn't reflected in my Yr 2005 certificate. Guess wat?? It's $10 but then the format and everything is not the same as the one that we received. As in it looks as if it's just an ordinary piece of paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-1396549846118259198?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1396549846118259198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=1396549846118259198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1396549846118259198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1396549846118259198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/01/12-more-days-to-end-of-attachment.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7700013794052028995</id><published>2009-01-07T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:48:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;I feel loved when...&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;My Primary Love Language is &lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#819ce2" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="250" bgcolor="#c2cae0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Detailed Results:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#fbfcff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#e5ebff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#fbfcff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#e5ebff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#fbfcff"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h3&gt;About this quiz&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unhappiness in relationships is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. It can be helpful to know what language you speak and what language those around you speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag 3 people so they can find out what their love language is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:+1;"&gt;Take the Quiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=Five%20Love%20Languages&amp;amp;tag=edified-20&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:-2;"&gt;Check out the Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7700013794052028995?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7700013794052028995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7700013794052028995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7700013794052028995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7700013794052028995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-loved-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8438143072638256571</id><published>2008-12-26T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:55:13.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to work on Christmas Day. Well... not as bad as wat I thought of. As I tried to get used to it, accept the fact, it turns out really fine. =)&lt;br /&gt;Not working today.. Cause I was given a day off for working ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend my Chirstmas Eve with Dar dar and his friends (it's fun!) and went back to work the next day. Well.. the whole floor seems a bit spooky cause only areas where ppl came back for work were switched on. Still the operations side came in ytd too! Definitely there wasn't much trading but much praying that we can end the day earlier (Lots of guessing on which traders would be coming in, at what time, so on...) It's funny and quite enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting it's Christmas so there's pressie from my boss. Yep. Everyone carrying a bag of pressies home on Chirstmas Eve (AND.. ME TOO!) Handed it over to dar dar who came over to acc me for lunch on Christmas Eve. Well.. I must definitely mentioned PHOI YEE! Haha! She gave me a nice Gingerbreadman!!! So cute!!!Needless to say, it's already in my tummy before I could even remb that I actually wanted to take a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIFT EXCHANGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a funny gift exchange with dar dar. Instead of preparing gifts in advance for each other, we actually went to buy presence of each other by the side. Got him a NAUTICA Polo tee. It's nice. =) And he got me an even more expensive christmas gift that really shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940509321127378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SVRT5dBh5dI/AAAAAAAABOk/8v3fqKHCHIE/s320/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;THANKS DAR DAR! I REALLY LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;Had Shabu Shabu with Rio and Jasmine. Spend tgt another half of our Christmas tgt. I would say it's really nice and funny all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOXING DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is BOXING DAY!&lt;br /&gt;(well... I did some research on this day.. Let's see..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day began in England, based on the tradition of giving gifts to the less fortunate members of the society. Back then, it was the custom for the wealthy to give gifts to their employees. Now it has expanded to include those who had rendered a service during the previous year (mail carriers, doormen etc). Church alms boxes were opened on this day to be distributed to the poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8438143072638256571?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8438143072638256571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8438143072638256571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8438143072638256571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8438143072638256571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SVRT5dBh5dI/AAAAAAAABOk/8v3fqKHCHIE/s72-c/DSC01212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-205817471029658811</id><published>2008-12-18T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:42:33.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No idea why I feel so... What is the next path in my life?&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I feel so scared, so worried, paranoid? upset? I can't describe how I felt. I guess the best way to describe them will be 'in-the-short-run' and 'in-the-long-run'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. In the short run, I'm gg to face whether to extend my contract after IAP a not. I guess I'll called this as being paranoid. Yea. Indeed I am.. in a way, peers around me has alrdy been prompt whether they wish to or not. For me, partly yes..cause I dun wan to be FREE during that period, I wan to work and I'm not sure if the relief teaching would be successful. Partly no.. because.. I guess I dun have to mention.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, I've already visited webbie of the 3 local university. After seeing NUS, I dun really wanna carry on with the other 2 as I felt so lost. I don't know if I'll get through any of these local uni. I don't know if I can really survive in Uni. I don't know where to go, which faculty I want to be in and I don't know if what I chose is really what I'm really interested in OR RATHER it is just a 'cause-this-is-good' or just because this is what I've been studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know very clearly, deep in me, I knew that it's risky to step out of the society after graduation with the current economy conditions. Advices I heard agrees with the idea of further studying. Whenever ppl asked.. 'What will you do next after your graduation?'&lt;br /&gt;My immediate response will be 'GET A DEGREE' but I don't know if that's really what I want OR RATHER it's necessary that I've to go through to get a degree so as to get a good job etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been avoiding mummy questioning regarding uni admission and stuffs for months.. Now it's really time that I've to seriously think and get myself prepared to know which uni I want to go for, which faculty etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! I'm gg to stay happy cause there's no point getting so worried over such matters!&lt;br /&gt;Well... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar dar applied MOBTV for me!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (3 months subscription) YEAH! THANKS DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;That has enable me to catch the sneak preview for THE LITTLE NONYA and no worries if I've missed any of the episodes! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-205817471029658811?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/205817471029658811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=205817471029658811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/205817471029658811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/205817471029658811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-idea-why-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4259053646822220769</id><published>2008-12-13T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:04:04.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally my hse is done with all the renovation works! But still.. floor is kinda dusty as the other units are still undergoing theirs upgrading work. Anyway I'm glad that everything looks pretty pretty now. yep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back for work on Mon (Hari Raya Haji)&lt;br /&gt;Wore a plain top, shorts and slippers. Cause it's a holiday and we don't have to wear formal at all. It's a nice raining day but I still gotta work and there goes my endless grumbling early in the morning but SURPRISE! Dar dar came over to fetch me for work and had a nice breakfast with me! How sweet! I'm thankful that everything goes very very smoothly and I've already finished every single tasks by 2pm except for some other stuff that I've usually gotta wait for the other dept to send me the stuffs. Thankful that my boss said that I could leave at 4pm! So there goes my Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my CHRISTMAS gg to be burnt as well.. Gotta get back for work. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides I got an OFF day on Thursday! Went with dar dar to his base anninversary. Free movie for family members and he picked 'FOUR CHRISTMAS'&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie, there's some kinda briefing going on. To be truthful, I dun understand a single thing. But I learnt a new term 'AWOL' which means Absence Without Leave. I only managed to learn this new term. Cause when AWOL is mentioned, everyone in the threatre was laughing and I'm like... 'what is it???' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So awkard.... =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway FOUR CHRISTMAS is really a very nice show. It really reflect how important it is to be truthful to each other even abt your childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279181724680326290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SUNrzuxODJI/AAAAAAAABOU/TW_sZ2aBFCo/s320/Four+christmas+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I was smiling when I saw this scene where they talk things out in the car. It's so much so like us, as we would usually talk things out in the car too. Well.. You shld know. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4259053646822220769?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4259053646822220769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4259053646822220769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4259053646822220769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4259053646822220769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-my-hse-is-done-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SUNrzuxODJI/AAAAAAAABOU/TW_sZ2aBFCo/s72-c/Four+christmas+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6934392916980935823</id><published>2008-11-22T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:44:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SSeWMiwQ-wI/AAAAAAAABOM/MYi8J1D3bS4/s1600-h/this_is_the_end___by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271347031092296450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SSeWMiwQ-wI/AAAAAAAABOM/MYi8J1D3bS4/s320/this_is_the_end___by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time passed really very very fast. From the days when I'm trying to get used to the my current working lifestyle to now I've already get useed to the way how things will be like everyday. Leaving working at 1800hrs is no longer possible for me and I've already accpeted this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly am I that I still do wait till I teared.. sigh.. I guessed this is sth that I must still try to accept. In fact, I'm getting to like my work these days. I'm serious. From the moment I step into the office, start the ball rolling with several pnls reporting to do, the waiting for the trade statement and then the 'race' begins.&lt;br /&gt;After the 'race', everyone has sent out their pnls to the respective traders then things goes smoothly provided everyday is a smooth sailing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I've just gotten over sth, which is having to work over the weekends due to year-end reporting. No additional pay. Only transport and meals allowances. Whatever it is, I've accepted this fact and yep! Looking forward to these days so I can get over it asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months to go! IAP will be OVER!&lt;br /&gt;I've already planned my trips! Yeah! Looking forward to going Shanghai with dar dar immediately after IAP. Then looking forward to the Bangkok trip with his friends. At the same time, I've already planned to signed-up for relief teaching for March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to look forward to! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6934392916980935823?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6934392916980935823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6934392916980935823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6934392916980935823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6934392916980935823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-passed-really-very-very-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SSeWMiwQ-wI/AAAAAAAABOM/MYi8J1D3bS4/s72-c/this_is_the_end___by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-1924876607718839595</id><published>2008-10-18T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:40:25.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258355986490111314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPlu6OVKtVI/AAAAAAAABNE/1DWak4qtjGU/s320/fln_by_gnce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally! Here I am, updating the once neglected blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting even more tiring and stressful for me. As work goes, I guess it's all about managing stress and your work well. It's tough... but I know as times goes by, I can managed it well. I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a usual routine every day, reaching office, doing the same thing. Start the ball rolling by reading emails that flooded my mailbox within the past 8hrs, rushing and printing out papers and papers to get ready for the next task. Each day, I could only pray hard that the system runs well without any delays. Praying hard that all figures turns out well to carry on the next task without delays in investigating numbers and numbers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fear in me.. The fear of missing the right time to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I thought.. if the financial markets were to crash, it has nothing gotta do with me as I'm still a happy gal studying in school. No impact. Probably I'll get to know abt it when the lecturers mention abt it or when my friends were discussing it. If not, I would still be in my own world...&lt;br /&gt;For once, I saw how great the impact could be in the current 2008 Market Crash. Even as I thought, it won't affect me... I'm too naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figures alone tells me how much more work I has to do. Even talks in the lift forced me to know abt the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, I'm glad the market has stablized for the past few days as compared to before. Is it a False Dawn?&lt;br /&gt;Here's some real interesting ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4EplY3BI/AAAAAAAABNk/D5arBs3MmDQ/s1600-h/Lehman+Bro+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4EqVWmII/AAAAAAAABNs/UcB9RRwE3TY/s1600-h/Lehman+Bro+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258366061410424962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4EqVWmII/AAAAAAAABNs/UcB9RRwE3TY/s320/Lehman+Bro+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4E78PA2I/AAAAAAAABN0/NKXaVMnjx7U/s1600-h/Merrill+Lynch.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4E4eaoHI/AAAAAAAABN8/6VVybVvYndI/s1600-h/AIG+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258366065206534258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4E4eaoHI/AAAAAAAABN8/6VVybVvYndI/s320/AIG+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4FKtOO5I/AAAAAAAABOE/14n4gVDEJcE/s1600-h/Wall+Street+graveyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258366070100474770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPl4FKtOO5I/AAAAAAAABOE/14n4gVDEJcE/s320/Wall+Street+graveyard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See here: &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122415201160340229.html"&gt;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122415201160340229.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258356809540478130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPlvqIbqpLI/AAAAAAAABNU/T6MZiNPrMf0/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Geez... This cutie always never fails to cheer me up when I'm down at work! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258356813341749842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPlvqWl9clI/AAAAAAAABNc/f3o8hgHKpMk/s320/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that I'm working as the upgrading project at my hse estate has started. Well, noisy, dusty (with my sensitive skin getting from bad to worst).. So usually when I reached home, they have already stopped all the work. ) Well.. as for today... work goes as usual so it's a bit noisy.. shan't complain too much either yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Haven't been able to meet my bf lately. Cause I'm working from Mon to Fri and as usual.. I look damn freaking exhausted after work :( Then, poor dar dar gotta work Night shift now as well.. So when I'm working in the day, it's his sleeping time. When I'm back home resting and sleeping, it's his working time. How great hur?&lt;br /&gt;Sighh... I misses him so much. Hmmm.. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPlvp0MmszI/AAAAAAAABNM/ucrG5yw0hco/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258356804108596018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPlvp0MmszI/AAAAAAAABNM/ucrG5yw0hco/s320/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No matter how bad situations can be for us, I believe as long as we have faith in our rs, everything can work out well. The bond between us isn't just about meeting as frequently but rather how much we understand each other and many factors that plays a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dar, Thanks for the wonderful half year. I'm glad and I'm happy. - Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-1924876607718839595?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1924876607718839595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=1924876607718839595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1924876607718839595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1924876607718839595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-here-i-am-updating-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SPlu6OVKtVI/AAAAAAAABNE/1DWak4qtjGU/s72-c/fln_by_gnce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-2987092353025197576</id><published>2008-08-27T21:25:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:38:12.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192873112968866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SLVaKN-oHqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Cmgod6Iy7rI/s320/z43936755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally, my last examination in NP had ended. It seems to me like it's just ytd when I first stepped into NP, attending Orientation and stuffs. No more tutorials, no more lectures to attend. While this path has come to an end, another path is just about to begin... My Industrial Attachment.&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for attachment goes to say Shopping for formal wear which happens to coincide with G2000 Sales. Bought a few long sleeves tops, skirts, pants and 2 jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Last Exam&lt;br /&gt;I guessed I wouldn't be able to score as well as last semester but whatever it is, I have no regret knowing that I have put in my 101%. Afterall, everything has ended. Pointless making statement that I should have studied this part or that when the exam is over rite?&lt;br /&gt;Had a well deserved rest on Friday with nice rainy day that made me slept all the way till the next day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quick Update about my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Had early birthday celebration this year with my clique and my dar dar. Mainly because exam was just round the corner then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celebrated with my sweeties on 7 August 2008 at Kbox. Thanks for the wonderful pressie.. A Bottle of Vodka. (Gals gals! I didn't had a single drop at all up to today!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_y0zHKMGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/14AVWJdubxI/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242175480169902178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_y0zHKMGI/AAAAAAAAA6E/14AVWJdubxI/s320/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with dar dar on 11 August 2008. A series of surprises!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Birthday Greeting on the Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192875153005826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SLVaKVlAnQI/AAAAAAAAA00/prbYUDH8wo0/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY B'DAY NIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Qian Hu Fish Farm for FISH SPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173573076113618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_xFyokWNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9xZfItYssOg/s320/Fish.JPG" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192891030304434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SLVaLQuc9rI/AAAAAAAAA1M/k6e3xSi5LUc/s320/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241422778982586546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL1GP0rl2LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0LgtVWsLSKw/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOOK AT THE GOLDFISHES!&lt;br /&gt;They are so HUGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mahattan Fish Market for dinner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241422787335412594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL1GQTzD23I/AAAAAAAAA10/_65tjbd0tVY/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173576229658402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_xF-YbnyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/EaKXyRIRxDA/s320/table+soccer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kept in suspense. Didn't know that we're going to the Singapore Flyer. Dar was actually dragging time to make sure that it's about time for us to get there so that we'll be able to avoid taking the ride with several others ppl in the same capsule.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile! TABLE SOCCER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) THE SINGAPORE FLYER &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242163680340444594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_oF9UlhbI/AAAAAAAAA18/zm6SYbRJrCQ/s320/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242163684190800930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_oGLqlTCI/AAAAAAAAA2E/2R-l5IMwdws/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242163685146034898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_oGPOVAtI/AAAAAAAAA2M/e9N_R4ayiC4/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;5) THE BIGGEST SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;Dar spent his time doing this behind his car boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_oGxw6tRI/AAAAAAAAA2c/BPDSv-O3pL8/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242163694417917202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_oGxw6tRI/AAAAAAAAA2c/BPDSv-O3pL8/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My Pressie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He bought me an Ipod Nano!!! And I named it COOKIE! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_p0e5LJAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y4Dyezc23Lg/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165579137885186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_p0e5LJAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/y4Dyezc23Lg/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I received roses from him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;3 roses = I Love you. With a red rose representing his LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_p0-akpmI/AAAAAAAAA20/pRqMiu5ojZ0/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165587599468130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_p0-akpmI/AAAAAAAAA20/pRqMiu5ojZ0/s320/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following image couldn't be rotated around but it's actually a Dar's ring placed at the centre of a book. Under the dim light as you could see it form a heart shape. Isn't it lovely too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173577533066706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_xGDPMDdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/mS4VI34MocA/s320/Ring+Love.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 August 2008!&lt;br /&gt;RSAF OPEN HOUSE 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165597843168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_p1kk3HMI/AAAAAAAAA3E/vUawCUu-c3U/s320/DSC01056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165593556791826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_p1Um6MhI/AAAAAAAAA28/JxW3lfUT42E/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242167316055445250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_rZlalzwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/49v8tye8N9g/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;THE BLACK KNIGHT!!! COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Usually you would only get to see them flying up high or picture from magazines or brochures but come on! It's a real life experience to touch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_raBZCdLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZWqXfxBK0vU/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242167323565126834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_raBZCdLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ZWqXfxBK0vU/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242167328618661506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_raUN5RoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/yR0Pd05PMow/s320/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242167334289106450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_rapV1ZhI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3wtwrVXeE7k/s320/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242167342056435058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_rbGRtbXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/p06U7FbQzfI/s320/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170269262630674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uFe-DTxI/AAAAAAAAA4k/CmqdzI3RvTs/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOL! I look damn freaking tiny!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uFrfikoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/W5LMumvQDIY/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170272624317058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uFrfikoI/AAAAAAAAA4s/W5LMumvQDIY/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uFxi6UQI/AAAAAAAAA40/WFfh4Zt15zc/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170274249068802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uFxi6UQI/AAAAAAAAA40/WFfh4Zt15zc/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uGFTGXlI/AAAAAAAAA48/FJXNT7ShYH4/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170279551458898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uGFTGXlI/AAAAAAAAA48/FJXNT7ShYH4/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170282846013058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_uGRklRoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Ic-ZCWmIjTE/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242173565113060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SL_xFU-By7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/X2Ufkn6Wrlo/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a great time at work too! For once, I realised how important TREASURY was! Ohhh.. yea yea.. I learnt so much more than what TR has taught. Of course, it's REAL LIFE EXPERIENCE!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-2987092353025197576?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2987092353025197576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=2987092353025197576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2987092353025197576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2987092353025197576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-my-last-examination-in-np-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SLVaKN-oHqI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Cmgod6Iy7rI/s72-c/z43936755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8482696668719167282</id><published>2008-08-04T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:29:35.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;Choose not to read if the following entry bored you. - Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mood and Poor temper... What else?&lt;br /&gt;I dun noe what's wrong with me such that I'm always switching my mood. I can be very happy at this moment and very slight minor stuff can irritate me and I'll then ends up having a bad mood. Who's the innocent party that suffer? (I'm sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Minor things had causes minor unhappiness between us. It about the same issue of me not having to voice out what's happening. I guess I'm just too used to not having to voice out anything.&lt;br /&gt;On general issue, I'm sick and tired to facing all these from time to time. I dun want But I know it's part and parcel of life that I/we have to go through. We learnt, we understand and we grow.&lt;br /&gt;(Words are the best form of expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for my mood swings,&lt;br /&gt;May it be ridiculous,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May it be too sudden,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you didn't blame me at all...&lt;br /&gt;Thou words may not be said...&lt;br /&gt;I truly appreciate the patience that you've given me:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230503089317086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJZ62OtUA5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Ta34CCwCS_Y/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;03Aug2008 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;An eventful DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Dar came over to fetch me in the early morning! Went for SOFT REBORNING (really cannot stand my hair...) Then over to my granny house before going Bugis to take my pay. After that over to his granny house to fetch his dad also. Chatted with his granny in Hokkien =)&lt;br /&gt;Then over to Sin Ming area to meet his bro and the rest for the Seventh Month Dinner. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8482696668719167282?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8482696668719167282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8482696668719167282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8482696668719167282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8482696668719167282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/08/note-choose-not-to-read-if-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJZ62OtUA5I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Ta34CCwCS_Y/s72-c/DSC00906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7307772066397680345</id><published>2008-08-02T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:10:30.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8ZCriGII/AAAAAAAAA0U/TbuwxAm3J7Q/s1600-h/23425327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229730730709489794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8ZCriGII/AAAAAAAAA0U/TbuwxAm3J7Q/s320/23425327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;01 August 2008 marked down the last day of school...&lt;br /&gt;IV Lecture was rather 'EMPTY' ytd... In fact, I guess Wed had already been the last day of school for some... Had a QUICK and FAST PLB Tutorial, everyone is so anxious to leave the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8RTxvdFI/AAAAAAAAAzs/b9uQSEf4hH8/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229730597859980370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8RTxvdFI/AAAAAAAAAzs/b9uQSEf4hH8/s320/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohwells... Citi Foreign Exchange Challenge 2008 UP NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. Heading down to the Millenia Walk for this event..Hopefully it ended fast or rather hopefully we 'lose' fast... haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8R6C-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/YhkzSBDk2yE/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229730608132801378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8R6C-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAz0/YhkzSBDk2yE/s320/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since it has been said it the last day of school, how could we not take a few pictures together!&lt;br /&gt;Certainly as very memorable pix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229733221291834546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO-qA0ovLI/AAAAAAAAA0c/7LlUjoBZSvM/s320/DSC00893edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8SU3Ia_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/dphq16CIEb8/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229730615330892786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8SU3Ia_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/dphq16CIEb8/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 girls with different background, different characters...&lt;br /&gt;And we actually managed to click well throughout the past few semester, working together, playing together...&lt;br /&gt;Always there for one another...&lt;br /&gt;It's really a very nice feeling when you comes to think about it now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think of us!&lt;br /&gt;We have totally different character...&lt;br /&gt;Bernice - Frank and direct, Strong point of view, Strong leadership etc... Good at baking!&lt;br /&gt;Sam - The cute one! Very funny, dramatic at times (which makes her cute), outspoken, sociable..&lt;br /&gt;Sherry - The HAPPENING one! Good at using mircowaves! Sweet and always sharing stuff with us, bringing us to places to try out good food.&lt;br /&gt;Me - I think I'm more quiet and always anything (no opinion)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! Isn't it amazing!&lt;/p&gt;When you are sad, you have the rest of them to acc you through, console you...&lt;br /&gt;Actually for us, I felt it's quite simple...&lt;br /&gt;We're not totally 'stick' to one another but we know that if any of us faces sth (regardless good or bad) you have the rest of us to acc you through,&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, maybe we are upset, disappointed or unhappy with one another for some reasons but still we stayed together like this, forgetting the unhappy past and moving on happily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;(I believe this is something that cannot be replaced by any other things..&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8S126iLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IfsTHaqyflE/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229730624188352690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8S126iLI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IfsTHaqyflE/s320/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7307772066397680345?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7307772066397680345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7307772066397680345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7307772066397680345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7307772066397680345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/08/01-august-2008-marked-down-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJO8ZCriGII/AAAAAAAAA0U/TbuwxAm3J7Q/s72-c/23425327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7319970862481486750</id><published>2008-07-30T18:53:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:38:50.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJCL7dHk0KI/AAAAAAAAAys/X_Rc-jDabgg/s1600-h/Totoro_by_jackling32as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228833020922089634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJCL7dHk0KI/AAAAAAAAAys/X_Rc-jDabgg/s320/Totoro_by_jackling32as.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back! First of all, apologies for not updating regularly (it's has been almost a month). Cause my lappie crashed a few times this month so all my photos were gone and I'm lazy to upload them from my phone after the second crashed.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I forced and dragged myself to do it today.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, times really passed very quickly. It's already coming to the end of this semester which marks the beginning of the examinations in a few weeks times and marks the arrival of my IAP (Industrial Attachment Programme). Anxious and worried is how I am going to describe how I felt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've just received the IAP Letter from Ngee Ann..&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's my liason officer?&lt;br /&gt;MR. TAN KIM LIANG...... BEN!&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that YY's liason officer also BEN TAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time to kiss GOODBYE to NP and move on to my IAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228759780596156370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBJUTpIh9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/cAlNSoJWvLw/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228759792311452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBJU_SRw7I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZW3aMKN1jr0/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the very last time sitting in the library... which happens on a Mon where I tot there's PLB lecture so ended up reaching school early. Rot in the library :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228759795600252194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBJVLiY3SI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HsP4hOZpgwU/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229059908218850418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJFaSCKfDHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rDZeRgb-V_I/s320/batman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22Jul2008..&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch THE DARK KNIGHT with the gals... Very nice (however I dun think that THE JOKER is scary at all..) But Heath Ledger really acted very well as THE JOKER. Not forgetting the gorgeous Christian Bale, driving his Lamborghini down the road.. WOW~&lt;br /&gt;I never like Lamborghini as I always think Porsche looks better (more curvy) but when it comes to Christian Bale driving the Lambo... you would never think it looks ugly... Ahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;It's just like no matter how ugly somethings can be, it would always look good on someone who looks GOOD too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228833017534429090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJCL7Qf5N6I/AAAAAAAAAy0/PrHs2Z1Sf0A/s320/Untitled___by_kittynn.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;Alright... Finally here's the update!&lt;br /&gt;28 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;Dar brought me to see the BLACK KNIGHTS! WEE~ (It's really tough for me.. keep mixing up the BLACK knights and the DARK knight.. I wonder why...) Let the photos tell u more.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228759802823846114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBJVmcoKOI/AAAAAAAAAus/-03ss2QcuQ8/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some performance on the stage... AND! Dar's friend, Kim Peng is also down there... So I was telling him that it's easy to locate KP, cause once u spot a banana skin den you'll know KP is somewhere around there! OPPS! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNpWo6XRI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cRIVtTXtbko/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228764540224298258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNpWo6XRI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cRIVtTXtbko/s320/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNpnjaMlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/UCvOvH6sxSE/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228764544764621394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNpnjaMlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/UCvOvH6sxSE/s320/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NICE!? See the kite.. It's actually tied to the back of some speedy boat den they would go round the Singapore River. As these boat are travelling at high speed, the way the kite moved is really very interesting and NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228764556403777538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNqS6ZoAI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Q_gXtd6aHbI/s320/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228764549763785570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNp6LTY2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/RvodbbWo_iM/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNpFmJOZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dm2QlpH12WI/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228764535649286546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBNpFmJOZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dm2QlpH12WI/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the parachute? All of them landed beautifully on the stage! I'm actually quite amazed that they can fly down with "patterns"... Spiral design-looked-alike.&lt;br /&gt;THE BLACK KNIGHTS!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066368508535458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJFgKEnkoqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/TLsfbo_X7VE/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066360871874882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJFgJoK2cUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/7EsNMus66b4/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBO2Trj9nI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YxGftEw2wNA/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBO2Trj9nI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YxGftEw2wNA/s320/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066363199458674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJFgJw1yjXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/gRyDb-SvUOs/s320/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; See all the formations! VERY NICE!!! WEE~ LOVE THE BLACK KNIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;And the beautiful HeartShape! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228763222229021874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBMcouWdLI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wCBRdqGYEA0/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228763224789852706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBMcyQ5oiI/AAAAAAAAAvs/FmJGRg31Zuk/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;THANKS DEAR for bring me there to see the BLACK KNIGHTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;He always know how to pamper me with all these... Thou it may be simple but I know it takes the additional effort to check things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBO19WfuPI/AAAAAAAAAws/8TE6AsSmYGw/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBO19WfuPI/AAAAAAAAAws/8TE6AsSmYGw/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBO2HR2kGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iCx_Xy1CVOg/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBO2HR2kGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iCx_Xy1CVOg/s320/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And the usual helicopter with the BIG Singapore Flag. Dar was telling me it's very heavy and they would fly to dun noe where (I forgotten the place that he told me) to keep it permanently there.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Suntec Convention Centre to visit the SINGAPORE TOY &amp;amp; COMIC CONVENTION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228769207746869026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBR5ChAtyI/AAAAAAAAAyU/juAyLcfowK4/s320/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm captivated by all these beautiful dolls. Seriously they cost a lot! Basically, you can change their clothing (just like playing with Barbie dolls) except that they cost a lot more than them.&lt;br /&gt;The clothes are not those normal princess dolly dresses that your Barbie dolls wear. You can actually dress them in the Lolita Fashion if you like it.. Or dressing them up as one of your fav. comic characters.&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is... You can change their EYEBALLS as well.. according to the colours you like.. Like wearing coloured contact.. Similarly, you can buy diff hair wigs for them to change now and then also!!!&lt;br /&gt;The body of the doll excluding the clothings is $160 plus. Eyeballs is like $20 or $30 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine dumping a few hundreds bucks into investing in anyone of them?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBR37OYSnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/98Asm8dVt98/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228769188609804914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBR37OYSnI/AAAAAAAAAx0/98Asm8dVt98/s320/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228769192800797314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBR4K1lwoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Hjh1A7AHBFI/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBR4RMK7CI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lc_hmCQx1YE/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228769194506120226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBR4RMK7CI/AAAAAAAAAyE/lc_hmCQx1YE/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQlS7QwHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Soj1urp1Bog/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228767769042927730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQlS7QwHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Soj1urp1Bog/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228767774454101266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQlnFYtRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6aEQXzlImKI/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQl5ZCgjI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bAcWNLzoLS0/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228767779368370738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQl5ZCgjI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bAcWNLzoLS0/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQmCDukcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/TaKgkGCXRQ8/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228767781694902722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQmCDukcI/AAAAAAAAAxk/TaKgkGCXRQ8/s320/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQmTGsE4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/88KHq0ihup0/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228767786270724994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBQmTGsE4I/AAAAAAAAAxs/88KHq0ihup0/s320/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a few random pictures...&lt;br /&gt;Attended his friend birthday party... and he bought a bottle of Chivas to 'torture' him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228771057329691154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBTksv62hI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wBQFWdV7DxA/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBTkzV8EOI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Kdo7l16NyKA/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228771059099767010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBTkzV8EOI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Kdo7l16NyKA/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ANY TP?? How can you drink when you drive!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;17 Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;The day before Dar's birthday! THANKS A LOT TO BERNICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Met her after my IS classes and she brought me to this store that sells a lot of baking material at Jurong East Central.. After getting all the necessary items, went over to her house to start baking the CUPCAKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Initially wanted to bake 22 cupcakes for his 22nd birthday but I realised I missed out some for the decoration so gave him 15 instead with the letters on each cupcakes - H.A.P.P.Y 22 B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y.&lt;br /&gt;18 Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Dar got his Birthday OFF day! So he came over to fetch me after school and acc me home to do my tutorial. Granny happened to discharge from the hospital. Dar helped granny and served her water and chatted with her (I liked the way Dar communicate with my family members.. he dun thinks it's awkard and is willing to talk to them.. THANKS!)&lt;br /&gt;Went to VIVO to want to catch a movie but it's too late and I'm afraid I would fall asleep in the cinema (Just like the RED CLIFF).. Went WHITE DOG CAFE for our dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228761921730132930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBLQ7_QO8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/UXIeqjWxHLE/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228761938256898578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBLR5jiqhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/oVv_BadOZgk/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Foie Gras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBMcLUZWoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6-Loo_3LasA/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228763214335531650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBMcLUZWoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/6-Loo_3LasA/s320/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228761945448086802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBLSUWDfRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Rr_D_3P6hf8/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228761933730630674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBLRosZTBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PWc91xYQkIk/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hahaha~ Dar really knows me well! He always know what kinds of drinks I liked... GOOD CHOICE - Cosmopolitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228761927409398066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJBLRRJS8TI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bSdZOyLRysU/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR! MUACKX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work today.. Took a special day off to acc dear. So we went SENTOSA for our tanning session! Hmmm... Dar drove in, wanna catch a glimpse of it.. However we didn't managed to :(&lt;br /&gt;Recall! BEACH.BALL. BABE? The place where Christopher Lee stayed in before he moved his house? It's damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;Where the others parked their cars, you can even parked your own YATCH at your very own Shipyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229076259192960706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJFpJySf9sI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RjiidpKmhGQ/s320/sentosa+cove.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20 Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Dar came over to fetch me after my work. Then we meet his friends at Dover MRT station, for a dinner at somewhere near NP. Ben &amp;amp; Jerry after dinner! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26 Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Went IKEA with dar dar to shop for his stuff. Bought a cabinet, mirror, 2 lamps and some lil stuff. Saw Venetia as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27 Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Dar sent me to work in the early morning! Thanks dar dar for the breakfast. Usually whenever dar sent me to work, he would bring me for a proper breakfast cuz he knows I'm lazy to buy my own breakfast. Thus we would usually have ToastBox for our breakfast and then he would make his way home. However when we woke up late thus we didn't managed to have breakfast together. So he went to buy me breakfast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066351709842930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJFgJGCc7fI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Y90KymDrYdM/s320/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;3 JCO DONUTS - Green Tea, Orea, Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;HL Milk and Evian Mineral Water&lt;br /&gt;Gio Gio Cheese Sausage Balls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just felt so fortunate... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly I felt that I would be lost if I lose him one day... I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;I have always been on my own, deciding things in life, facing all the good and bad by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerating the bad, Celebrating the good all by myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With him in my life now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad that I have someone to share my good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;Someone to lend me his shoulder to cry on any good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating my joy with me, Accompany me through all the bad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I no longer need to crack my brains to decide tough things in life for myself... which I know I hate to decide all these...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would always lead me to an answer that I actually know but has somewhat been buried by all my confusion and irritation... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would always be there, listing out and weighing all the good and bad factors for me...&lt;br /&gt;Accompany me through my decision-making process despite me throwing my temper, complaining that I wanna give up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He takes care of my everything... from the very basic things in life.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me water without me having to say I need water...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drying my hair for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making honey water for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Packing all the basic necessities and clothings for me when we had to stay outside or going to Sentosa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coax me to take medication despite all the stupid nonsense that I gave him... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of ways to make me have my meals when I'm having gastric problems...&lt;br /&gt;Help me with my sch projects despite having to stay up late and sacrifice his sleeping hours when he has to work the next day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fetching me to sch on the early Thurs morning, knowing I'll not be able to make it to the 8am class when he barely had enough sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Acc me to have Mac Breakfast when he knows he might be at the risk of reporting to work late...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sending me to work on the weekends morning when he could have used the time to sleep more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt so comfortable, so relaxed when I'm with him...&lt;br /&gt;There's simply nothing for me to worry about with him arranging and planning everything...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm becoming more and more dependent on him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He always say he's fortunate to have me in his life but I felt I'm even more fortunate to have him in my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could never imagine life without him or when he is away (for his courses or something else)..&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I must get back my old self, the gal who does everything by herself...&lt;br /&gt;So when he really needs to leave for his course, I'm able to show him, assure him that there's nothing for him to worry about me for I am able to take care of myself...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning...&lt;br /&gt;Love you dear... Thanks for everything... =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFs0rAEWC24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFs0rAEWC24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey 我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;现在窗外面又开始下着雨&lt;br /&gt;眼睛干干的 有想哭的心情&lt;br /&gt;不知道你现在到底在哪里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey 我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;太多的情绪没适当的表情&lt;br /&gt;最想说的话 我该从何说起&lt;br /&gt;你是否也像我一样在想你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你没有过去 我不会有伤心&lt;br /&gt;但是有如果还是要爱你&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你我在哪里 又有什么可惜&lt;br /&gt;反正一切来不及 反正没有了自已&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey 我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;现在窗外面又开始下着雨&lt;br /&gt;眼睛干干的 有想哭的心情&lt;br /&gt;不知道你现在到底在哪里&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey 我真的好想你&lt;br /&gt;太多的情绪没适当的表情&lt;br /&gt;最想说的话 我该从何说起&lt;br /&gt;你是否也像我一样在想你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如果没有你没有过去 我不会有伤心&lt;br /&gt;但是有如果还是要爱你&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你我在哪里 又有什么可惜&lt;br /&gt;反正一切来不及 反正没有了自已&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7319970862481486750?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7319970862481486750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7319970862481486750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7319970862481486750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7319970862481486750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-first-of-all-apologies-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SJCL7dHk0KI/AAAAAAAAAys/X_Rc-jDabgg/s72-c/Totoro_by_jackling32as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6929940624658333043</id><published>2008-06-27T20:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:43:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216550469339368402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTpA23ey9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/-8vz3Ve_9U0/s320/summer-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;GIRLS' DAY OUT!&lt;br /&gt;Project meeting early in the morning... and I overslept!! Thanks to Sherry who came over to fetch me to sch (and Sam too!) Yep! Ride to school was FUN! Kudos to Sam who drove me to sch too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So coincidence! WE WORE HAVAIANAS SLIM slippers together today!&lt;br /&gt;Alright... It's not an arrangement to wear it together.... Make a quick guess whose feet is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216549863054041794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTodkRy4sI/AAAAAAAAAsE/hOgaKiFCfdE/s320/27062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ans: From left: Sherry, Bernice, Nicole, Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down to LOCATION 1: Island Creamery for Ice cream!!! Really very nice! (Esp Cookie and Cream) Didn't eat much cause I know I wouldn't be able to eat much if I eat too much ice cream before my meal. Hmmm :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216549881047323362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGToenTukuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tO7Mb8G2i9s/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216549876512392338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGToeWahBJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xF1lC5nDFnc/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216550462488116770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTpAdWA_iI/AAAAAAAAAs0/n7wb6kpGuHI/s320/Image169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haha... I think we looked so distant... Still got GAP somemore.. haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216549870328255234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTod_YGkwI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UT35gfg2-hM/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;TADA! Our ICE CREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UpNext! LOCATION 2: Alexanda IKEA for our Lunch!!! Very nice too! A table with lots of goodies! Haha.. Then shop around the Snacks area and the girls had decided what to get for my birthday this year... A BOTTLE OF VODKA! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553205568103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgIHP4mI/AAAAAAAAAtU/lrXVjQJ-VHs/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216550466641119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTpAs0Kx5I/AAAAAAAAAs8/7FoIijXEjak/s320/Image170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then back to NP for our PLB tutorial which ends very early like 3 plus only...&lt;br /&gt;Before that, once again Sherry drove in to SIM and Sam takes over the car and drove us around.. Around the Engineering blocks again... Then tried parking parallel.&lt;br /&gt;Practice Makes Perfect. I'm sure with more practice Sam will do able to do even better, she's consider good today already ;)&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine the day I start driving.. Tsk tsk tsk... Hopeless case hur? Can I even pass in the first place!??? (I doubt myself before other could..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STICKERS! STICKERS! STICKERS!&lt;br /&gt;Sam has got lots of stickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216550456571768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTpAHTcr2I/AAAAAAAAAss/dfH85BpNfNg/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alright... This is a really very LATE UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;Cause we got our neoprints today and reminds me of these digital ones in my phone.. Gosh! I'm so forgetful!&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Pictures taken on 02May2008 - Bernice Bdae Celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrrRCJIXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/89UjrYkcUdc/s1600-h/mypic004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553396941169010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrrRCJIXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/89UjrYkcUdc/s320/mypic004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553398138608914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrrVfonRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/UKcE7soD1z4/s320/mypic003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgCwMm4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ypoCXXKDh1Y/s1600-h/mypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553204129241986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgCwMm4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ypoCXXKDh1Y/s320/mypic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgK7hctI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0HDhL9APQR4/s1600-h/mypic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553206324228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgK7hctI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0HDhL9APQR4/s320/mypic000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgZejfTI/AAAAAAAAAts/uWMV3sbB3kg/s1600-h/mypic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553210229259570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgZejfTI/AAAAAAAAAts/uWMV3sbB3kg/s320/mypic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgTp2uiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ajgimkc_jOE/s1600-h/mypic002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553208666044962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTrgTp2uiI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ajgimkc_jOE/s320/mypic002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for the day!&lt;br /&gt;PPP tomorrow.. Ohmigosh! 4 hrs of PPP... Bored to death? Hopefully nope but I can forsee so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6929940624658333043?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6929940624658333043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6929940624658333043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6929940624658333043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6929940624658333043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-day-out-project-meeting-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGTpA23ey9I/AAAAAAAAAtM/-8vz3Ve_9U0/s72-c/summer-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5850674743466216199</id><published>2008-06-26T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:09:57.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtQtkuX8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Y72Dbcj5zIg/s1600-h/muahe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216203296048308162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtQtkuX8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Y72Dbcj5zIg/s320/muahe.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Thanks dar dar for fetching me today. Promises made are not meant to be broken. Promises need not be made as your action has slowly prove to me... ... ... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's my SUMMER LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;Well it's actually an update of my term break :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE REVAMP!&lt;br /&gt;Dar had been busy scouting around for stuff to revamp his room and I'm help him too (even though I didn't help much but kept disturbing him from finishing his work.) Checking out IKEA stuff, desktop stuff and the paint etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Wee~ Finally got his desktop done! It's really very nice! Well.. and I had a memorable day at our last SimLim trip.. Thank to an auntie's compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FUN! Helping him to paint part of his room! Cause...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtRJWeeTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VFX-_zP7nRc/s1600-h/Poor+thing+No.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216203303504738610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtRJWeeTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VFX-_zP7nRc/s320/Poor+thing+No.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADA!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... It's my 'PAINTING'. Nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;But take a look at the punishment... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtRZpdDMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/LX1SSEM81yo/s1600-h/Poor+thing+No.2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216203307879304386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtRZpdDMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/LX1SSEM81yo/s320/Poor+thing+No.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lesson learnt: Never be too mischievous :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtRr8TJcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Qr1BPXyn43c/s1600-h/Lemon+Tea+wif+LOVE!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216203312790185410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtRr8TJcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Qr1BPXyn43c/s320/Lemon+Tea+wif+LOVE!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice? Nice? Nice?&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, this is not cocktail... haha... It's actually Ice Lemon Tea... Dar made it for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Up Next!&lt;br /&gt;His Dad's Birthday Dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to dar :) He made my story with that SimLim Aunty known to his whole family. Everyone was laughing at that story and he laughed again (what's more... The one laughing the loudest among all!) Thanks arh!&lt;br /&gt;Cause he laughed out loud in the shop when the aunty made such compliment then laughed again when we came out of the shop and then at the dinner (He never get enough from laughing at me.) Then we went arcade with his dad, bro and Priscilla Jie Jie (his bro's gf) and went Loyang Tua Pek Gong temple for praying.&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="left"&gt;His Grandma's Family Dinner...&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda 'weird' as what I would usually say... Cause his granny asked if we would want to join them for dinner and I think it very rude to reject his granny's invitation so we just went and WOW! His dad's family is HUGE! A lot of people.. Many family gathered at his grandma house having steamboat. Lots of cousins, uncles and aunties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been feeling weird all along but after a while, I think it's fine. Didn't really chat along with his uncles and aunties cause I dun noe how to really communicate with them. Hmmm.. how shld I phrase it? It's more of a yea... casual chat with them like sch stuff and all. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's not really a very bad experience having dinner with his extended family cause I think they're really fine.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think every families would usually have the extremely friendly characters and the extremely arrogrant or 'scary' characters around. Certainly you can't expect to get along well with everyone nor expecting everyone to be on friendly terms with you... Yup... I'm sure of all these and wouldn't really mind as long as nth too extreme would to happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to go library to access the Bloomberg.. We updated our pix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtSEYzqZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/AlUYf2P7tHg/s1600-h/26062008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216203319352207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtSEYzqZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/AlUYf2P7tHg/s320/26062008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGO3P8-w3aI/AAAAAAAAAq0/owWmPCqBawI/s1600-h/26062008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216214278120463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGO3P8-w3aI/AAAAAAAAAq0/owWmPCqBawI/s320/26062008(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sherry one will be updated soon when I got the pix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies... It's my Third Year in Ngee Ann now... Looking back at all these pix... It seems to me that it had just happen yesterday... Love you girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216214302429199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGO3RXiavWI/AAAAAAAAArE/RyejR-rq6fk/s320/4+SwEeTie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Year 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216214883735286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGO3zNElsoI/AAAAAAAAArM/-DYc4QJn1gM/s320/04052007425.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Year 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216220001518280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGO8dGTI3fI/AAAAAAAAArU/AhX4NWAnbj4/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Year 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5850674743466216199?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5850674743466216199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5850674743466216199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5850674743466216199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5850674743466216199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps-thanks-dar-dar-for-fetching-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGOtQtkuX8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Y72Dbcj5zIg/s72-c/muahe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5652215686806025251</id><published>2008-06-25T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:43:14.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215824698851016114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGJU7dG5PbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/oIyDcWSz1rI/s320/Young_Love_-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Thanks for the shoulder that you lend me when I teared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I look back and think about, wondering about the choices that I've made. I'm glad that I've made the right choice and I'm glad that I've grown up a lil more. Choices that had never come across in my life, choices that made me doubt myself, doubt the others, doubt about the uncertainty... I thought I would never had to face this but I'm glad it came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you came into my life."&lt;br /&gt;Things that had been inside me all these while, be it family expectations, studies, work etc... I've always been trying to hide, to keep them with me. There's a lot I want to shout out but I can't cause I knew that life is like this all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the first time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I let all these out, the first time I talk about them, tears just flood my eyes. I don't know why, finally I could differentiate what's the diff between "Crying" and "Tearing" which I've once thought that they are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I could say is... Thank You...."&lt;br /&gt;The person... Thank you dear, you really made me a happy girl. Thank you for the shoulder when I teared.&lt;br /&gt;Planes, stars and sea that we loved marked down our path. Promises are never meant to be broken, now and till forever.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5652215686806025251?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5652215686806025251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5652215686806025251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5652215686806025251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5652215686806025251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-for-shoulder-that-you-lend-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SGJU7dG5PbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/oIyDcWSz1rI/s72-c/Young_Love_-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3105986968992392029</id><published>2008-06-10T22:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:19:59.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'M BACK! WEE~ Finally the common tests are all over! GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful Common Test period... With modules that I hardly know them well... Ohwells, I dun noe how well would I performed (or rather how badly) Hmmm.. I tried my very best and I'll just accept whatever outcome it may be.. For it's too late to regret now after your tests rite?&lt;br /&gt;One very interesting thing that I realised about myself is that basically I know and understand all these 'logic' but it's strange that I've the tendency to 'TSK! Ahhhh~ It should be this! Shit!" Okay... I've absolutely no idea why is it so... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROWING UP?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These days I've no idea why I'm thinking about this issue. Sometimes I feel that we all have to grow up one day, standing out there and start earning moolah, no longer under our parents' protection. When things happen, you've to figure and settle them yourself. It's no longer, crying and running towards your mum, hugging her skirt and telling her what happen and then? She'll get everything settled and done for you. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... I guess it's like this for everyone? (Maybe not everyone) When I'm juz a small lil girl, I would always want to grow up asap. It's like, I could still remb standing at the assembly area during my primary sch times, when everyone is singing the national anthem (maybe not everyone), I would be staring at the tiles of my old sch building. (I admit that my eyes wasn't moving up or down together with the movement of the national flag when you're suppose to do so) Staring at the tiles, sometimes counting how many tiles are there while most of the time, hoping that I'll be able to graduate from pri sch asap. Then, it seems to me that it's good to be a grown-up, as you can get to go anywhere you want, at anytime, buy anything you like, settle and organized things in the way you want them to be instead of what your mom wants them to be etc.&lt;br /&gt;However, it's now that I feel that I don't wanna grow up. Life is just so stressful out there. People 'fighting' for a job, 'snatching' monies, trying hard to outperform one another by having a better 'paper'?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;If life can be that simple, then why do the grown-up always said to the kids that it's not as great as what you think it may be to be a grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Enough of my silly thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10JUNE 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH, dar dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He came all the way to just to pass me this! A BOTTLE OF HONEY WATER (he made it) and A PACKET OF VAPODROPS!&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of him! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, I'm sick once again :( Was complaining about my sore throat yesterday and it turned from bad to worst today! Accompanied by the bad headache, I'm totally not in the mood to work this morning. But as usual, I still went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Dar really shocked me with his presence! Cause I'm actually watching TV with my mom and granny and then someone knocks on the door and mom was also shocked to see him. Even though mom didn't say it, I would have already guess it's him. And it's REALLY HIM!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I felt so guilty up till now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210276269346001106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6eqWgEENI/AAAAAAAAApc/X3akpkmS4dw/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210276272508739346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6eqiSHnxI/AAAAAAAAApk/l67DzbiD8_4/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH DAR DAR! LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;09JUNE2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venue: Settlers Cafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dGLw4brI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6oK-whrqtCs/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210274548476833458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dGLw4brI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6oK-whrqtCs/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dGRfAwjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/wlHs3LWFvNY/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210274550012494386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dGRfAwjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/wlHs3LWFvNY/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dG2YCheI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iQ43pmdpHP4/s1600-h/P1010525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210274559915361762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dG2YCheI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iQ43pmdpHP4/s320/P1010525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the game, we're all so tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dHCNevQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NVWjZm6SgOQ/s1600-h/P1010528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210274563092299010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dHCNevQI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NVWjZm6SgOQ/s320/P1010528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice Pixs! I really love them all! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our great photographer: Bernice Chua :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dHaXdRmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/E4KsYo52Nhg/s1600-h/P1010529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210274569576597090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dHaXdRmI/AAAAAAAAAoU/E4KsYo52Nhg/s320/P1010529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dv844U6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/07T5GipvMhw/s1600-h/P1010533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275266038354850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dv844U6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/07T5GipvMhw/s320/P1010533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bernice in her Maxi dress! Nice rite! Envy envy envy... Cause she's tall and she juz look good in that dress! ENVY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't grow taller anymore.. so yea.. Sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dwL3wuVI/AAAAAAAAAok/pYEuIA8YJhg/s1600-h/P1010535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275270060194130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dwL3wuVI/AAAAAAAAAok/pYEuIA8YJhg/s320/P1010535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was saying that I love buildings with all these spiral staircase, don't you think it has got the feel of... hmmm.. oldies? I don't know.. but I juz love all these buildings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dwYCYxnI/AAAAAAAAAos/pY1cvhpfBTw/s1600-h/P1010538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275273325987442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dwYCYxnI/AAAAAAAAAos/pY1cvhpfBTw/s320/P1010538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275273756481554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dwZpBmBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Y0VqciyGXUI/s320/P1010540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210276258410029106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6eptwuYDI/AAAAAAAAApE/wuzbWGtWl6Q/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210276261026148418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6ep3gdMEI/AAAAAAAAApM/aspGe5vlD7Q/s320/P1010544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 2008 - Venue: SENTOSA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277110369321378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6fbTjpgaI/AAAAAAAAAps/fkl37cuvxbo/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277117968316818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6fbv3Y-ZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/O9sp3qZq5UE/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210277122427844754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6fcAen-JI/AAAAAAAAAp8/VGFsg0tmkUI/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30MAY2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really very very pathetic for me... Can you believe it? It's just the day before my IV common test and I got rashes in the late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it don't really itch.. It's scary cause I realised it only when I spotted red spots on my palm. So miserable, it's like I've just recover one or two weeks after my fever and cough and then follow up next is rashes. Can you imagine how terrible it is? Especially when you've been on medication for a few weeks, after resting for one or two weeks, you gotta be on medication again. How sad it is :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210275278589971170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6dwrpayuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GmmCV1t-Ms0/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;VENUE: SCHOOL CANTEEN ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUR First Polaroid Pix!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210273604020057362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6cPNY1tRI/AAAAAAAAAns/gKqgAn8AHHU/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3105986968992392029?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3105986968992392029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3105986968992392029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3105986968992392029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3105986968992392029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-wee-finally-common-tests-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SE6eqWgEENI/AAAAAAAAApc/X3akpkmS4dw/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4129293896537573437</id><published>2008-05-30T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:41:22.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="329" src="http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/334/270/IsqN3L334270-02.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST! First paper tomorrow... Investments (IV). Then Mon&gt; Treasury (TR). Tues&gt; Practice and Law of Banking (PLB). Fri&gt; Coporate Finance and Advisory Services (CFAS). Here it goes...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E-learning this week.. No school for BA except IS classes. So went to sch specially for 4hrs of IS classes. Hmmm.. Woke up late. Tired and sleepy and hungry... First time, craving for food so badly.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Had been sitting at my study desk, revising my work for days. Slow studying rate means till now, I've just finished revising my IV but I can't be bothered. I should be comfortable with my own studying rate.&lt;br /&gt;For days, dar has always been urging me to get off my com, my desk for bed. OR urging me to have my meals, drinking more water. Hahaha.. Causing him to worry so much for me during this period. SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Getting off my com now. No reason to stay online after MFS E-learning chat.&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon after 060608.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... BEST WISHES to all those taking Common tests and TAKE CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 100px" height="132" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee208/decnote/Love/love-graphics-04.png" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4129293896537573437?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4129293896537573437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4129293896537573437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4129293896537573437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4129293896537573437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/coporate-finance-and-advisory-services.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee208/decnote/Love/th_love-graphics-04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5512866934315428357</id><published>2008-05-26T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:00:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="420" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eqlJ_BF9j4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4eqlJ_BF9j4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7yin.com/7yin_geci/a870e16e1f7756cc.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;爱来过 - S.H.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看不开 也放不开&lt;br /&gt;因为我曾见过爱情真的盛开&lt;br /&gt;我要等待 一直等待&lt;br /&gt;等那一个夜晚从回忆回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你拥抱着我那一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我像飞到空中&lt;br /&gt;而当我缓缓降落 我不再是我&lt;br /&gt;我有了梦 我在梦中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱来过来得那么美那么凶&lt;br /&gt;欢呼着从我生命狠狠碾过&lt;br /&gt;连遗憾也都不争气的珍惜着笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱来过让我完整过 幸福过&lt;br /&gt;怎么能轻易就 放它走&lt;br /&gt;我不想解脱 我只怕错过&lt;br /&gt;我就是要等你回来爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂寞喧哗 我不害怕&lt;br /&gt;因为我只听得见对你的牵挂&lt;br /&gt;世界很大 会容得下&lt;br /&gt;我这小小 傻傻顽固的信仰&lt;br /&gt;你有没有过承诺 我已忘了&lt;br /&gt;那已不重要了&lt;br /&gt;反正我都会守侯 在梦中守侯&lt;br /&gt;我最唯一 最美的梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱来过来得那么美 那么凶&lt;br /&gt;欢呼着从我生命狠狠碾过&lt;br /&gt;连遗憾也都不争气的珍惜成笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱来过让我完整过 幸福过&lt;br /&gt;怎么能轻易就放它走&lt;br /&gt;我不想解脱 我只怕错过&lt;br /&gt;我就是要等你回来&lt;br /&gt;如果需要动用奇迹来交换回忆&lt;br /&gt;就让泪蒸发&lt;br /&gt;像这雪花 和我一起在爱中被融化 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5512866934315428357?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5512866934315428357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5512866934315428357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5512866934315428357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5512866934315428357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/s.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6101613771105919498</id><published>2008-05-22T17:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:34:57.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INDEED! Those bitter medicines really works well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... ... I've still gotta finish the whole course of medication. Sighhh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to buy pressie for the kids yesterday. Hmmm... Thanks dar for his accompany! :) Ohyea! Bought this very cute MEJI snacks from sch for him... Green Tea flavor! (I've decided to collect all the flavors! Buy him every flavors each day! Make sure that he grows FAT! kakaka~) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203132041947728306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDU9Ble_SbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/zaZvx02DL6A/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Very very cute rite! The wrapper inside also very sweet! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went BORDERS... Couldn't find the right book for them... So went over to KINOKUNIYA... It's always tough to get books for the kids.. Thank goodness, managed to find a few... Went CHOMP CHOMP for the very nice porridge :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... a BIG glass of grass jelly drink! It's really a very BIG GLASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203132462854523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDU9aFe_ScI/AAAAAAAAAnM/uwx1d4rb2BY/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203132724847528402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDU9pVe_SdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/qQXKvAXuqaE/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loves! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6101613771105919498?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6101613771105919498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6101613771105919498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6101613771105919498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6101613771105919498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/indeed-those-bitter-medicines-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDU9Ble_SbI/AAAAAAAAAnE/zaZvx02DL6A/s72-c/DSC00663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-160067175244955725</id><published>2008-05-19T09:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:19:25.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm SICK!&lt;br /&gt;Argh... It's so terrible... Rest like a dying person. Popping pills for meals. Drinking medical syrup like drinking water. Dun feel like eating at all.. cause throat pain.. How to sallow the food down??? Well.. at least.. I tried to finish up my food... It's really very painful..&lt;br /&gt;Mom drag me to see a doctor just now :( Came back home with a bag of medicines.. All very bitter..&lt;br /&gt;Worst still.. see the medicine in yellow and red.. It's the worst out of all! I gotta open up the capsule, mix with half a glass of water and gargle! It's very bitter.. I dun noe how to describe the taste but then till now.. my tongue still got its weird teste.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460544766628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDLaTTjM0jI/AAAAAAAAAms/SyfXUrizMQg/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No work on SAT cause I've got this FUN TRAIL event. Woke up damn early to make my way to Raffles Place to meet up with the rest... Zzzzzz... Then head off to ACM (Asian Civilisation Museum). It's suppose to be quite FUN to let the students to think about the questions and search around for the answers. However, the school that I'm taking.. finish the whole thing in about 30 minutes time. Due to the help from their teacher. Ended up disqualified. Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Allen's bdae celebration too! It's fun.. get to chat with my dear gal (Gloria) also.. GIRLS TALK! Ohyea! Then went ECP for 'catch catch'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202460961378456130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDLarjjM0kI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_I3NF_z46UY/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thanks DAR DAR! SO CUTE! Haha~ I dun noe if it's toufu or sushi.. but it juz look so cute!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202461270616101458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDLa9jjM0lI/AAAAAAAAAm8/C0fFjnhPLsE/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Went work on SUN. Happy working day with Connie. Poor Connie, gotta entertain me instead on SUN cause I'm sick. Hmm... Throat pain.. Dun feel like talking at all.. Yet still gotta serve customers.. Had a hard time talking to them.. :(&lt;br /&gt;After work &gt; HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday &gt; LABOUR DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar came along with us to my ah ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt;. Then went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alexander&lt;/span&gt;). It seems to be undergoing some major revamp or wat.. Some areas were totally cleared.. As if it juz had some 80% Great Sales that ppl went down to snatch off all the stuff.. LOL! Then went to eat this Fish Steamboat near Ngee Ann Poly... Not very bad.. Not very good also.. But it's more worth it as compared to eating at Sakura Buffet last Thurs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alright, that's all folks! Feel so sick now.. Can't blog any further.. Use ur imagination to think of how my boring life would be like.. LOL! &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/30836859-160067175244955725?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/160067175244955725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=160067175244955725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/160067175244955725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/160067175244955725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sick-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SDLaTTjM0jI/AAAAAAAAAms/SyfXUrizMQg/s72-c/DSC00660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-185712504002684356</id><published>2008-05-08T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:30:00.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Classes at 0800hrs in the morning is such a pain. Thank god that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dar&lt;/span&gt; came over to fetch me to school, if not.. GOOD LUCK to you, NICOLE! I think it would take a while for me to reach school with an empty stomach. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Dar came over to fetch me to sch, went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KAP&lt;/span&gt; Mac for our breakfast! THANKS SO MUCH! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I say before to him, I dun wan the best. I dun need him to buy me stuffs cause I'm able to buy them with my own ability. I've been doing so all along, I can provide myself with what I want, I dun want to him to provide me with all these now. Why should I? Just because he came into my life now? If that's the case, I should just get myself an ATM machine instead of a bf. All I ask for is just a little care and concern. That's all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.Guilty. Guilty.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm guilty.. Dun questioned me ever again why I'm guilty :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning... IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CSC&lt;/span&gt; tutor shouted at us today... SHUT UP! I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; to use to the word SHUT UP cause it's just so rude to ask that somebody to shut up, you don't have the right to forbid another person from talking. If you really have you, why don't you phrase it in a better way such as "Can you please keep quiet for a moment?" etc.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stonning&lt;/span&gt; throughout the whole lesson, simply because (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ohwell&lt;/span&gt;.. I think you should attend just one of his lesson and you would know why..) he keeps bragging about his business. Perhaps once in a while he did go back to talk about CUSTOMER SERVICE but then later... he would just go back to brag about his business and brag about him being the directors of several companies and how many of his clients actually publicise for him, recommending others to consult him.. that goes to say.. he's an expert in CUSTOMER SERVICE. (Now that I'm able to mention what he said made me realised that I'm actually listening to his class.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he just reminds me of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ECD&lt;/span&gt; tutor.. who also brag about his business and him publishing his own book etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Watever&lt;/span&gt; it is... I'm glad that next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt; is his last lesson cause he's too busy to conduct classes anymore.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! There goes to say.. I'm gonna have a new tutor for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CSC&lt;/span&gt;! Wee~ Hopefully, he/she would really be teaching us about CUSTOMER SERVICE and not any other etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that I don't go for an early 8am class just to sit there and be your audience while you're bragging throughout the whole lesson that has got nothing to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CSC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PRATA&lt;/span&gt; HOUSE after lesson today!&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Sherry drove BMW to sch today! COOL! So after WISP, we went to Thomson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt; House for lunch! With Jae and Sam :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. met a very funny uncle today.. While Sherry's doing parallel parking, an uncle actually offered to help to assist her by directing her from the back. The next moment when Sherry's done with her parking, all ready to get off the car for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt;. The uncle told us that it's very dangerous to park here cause the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;TPs&lt;/span&gt; usually check around this area quite a number of times a day. Thanks! We gotta look for another parking space again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197958623258891586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCLb0_CGVUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Ws9Cdt9sfJo/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so big and spacious! And there's this screen that control quite a number of features in the car!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sherry for sending me home! Thanks for the ride! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197961771469919586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCLesPCGVWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ESWXuhsmkT8/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wee~Finally finished my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;MFS&lt;/span&gt; presentation slides! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Don't bother to read this part...&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping this with me for long.. Well.. I think it's time I should juz blog abt how i felt.. It's just so terrible to keep it with me..&lt;br /&gt;I think, I know, I heard about what some may think.. but I just can't be bothered with their thinking anymore. I'm stressed by my school stuff.. I dun wish to be bothered by what others think... it would only made me feel even more stressful and depresssed. How I felt wasn't known by them and I dun wish them to know either. They may be fine with their thinking that it's just a remark that they've made but they would never know how hurtful those remarks can turn out out to be for me.&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that everyone has their own thoughts and comments on certain stuff but whenever you wanna say it, do think about it again if you would ever hurt that somebody. Well, if he/she is someone whom you really dislike to the core, then that's another case.&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed. Those words shouldn't have come out from them.. esp.. them. Nevermind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as I know I'm happy, I'm nt a spoilt gal, I put in my 101% for things that are worth my effort and... SECRECT.&lt;br /&gt;Then I dun have to be bothered by what ppl say about me. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-185712504002684356?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/185712504002684356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=185712504002684356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/185712504002684356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/185712504002684356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/classes-at-0800hrs-in-morning-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCLb0_CGVUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Ws9Cdt9sfJo/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3282180923039121440</id><published>2008-05-07T20:23:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:20:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;PS: Well.. I decided to spilt into 2 post.. If not all my pics will be re-arranged again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;03May2008&lt;br /&gt;OUR ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197613642895742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGiEfCGVDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xY-cGjCZ4Gs/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FIRST! My pressie for him! It took me 2 weeks plus to get it done nicely... And... Last minute work means I rushed till 4am on 03May08 morning... It's tiring.. I'm so dead and sleepy but it's worth it! LOL! As usual, SURPRISE FOR HIM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197614549133841474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGi5PCGVEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/r49YUNLOBd4/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It took a while for him to open the whole thing cause I deliberately made it difficult for him to remove the strings and wrapper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197615141839328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGjbvCGVFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/pdiR84CiBq0/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;TADA! Our 1 mth anniversary sketch book! Hmmm.. Alright.. It's nth but it took me 2 weeks to get it done.. Alright.. I'm very selfish.. so I will only show a few pages of what's it like inside.. Unless I showed you the pic personally which featured each and every single page! BLINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197616773926900850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGk6vCGVHI/AAAAAAAAAks/5Vj6YA8ieRU/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the movie tickets at the side? It's our FIRST MOVIE on 1oMar2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197617456826700930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGlifCGVII/AAAAAAAAAk0/zlnI7JuX3uw/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Showcase of a lil bit of pictures... Hmmm.. Here's some pix of the bears that he gave me whenever he play CATCH CATCH :) Notice that each bears comes with a date.. Alright.. It can't be seen very clearly... But it's actually the dates of the day he 'caught' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197620407469233298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGoOPCGVJI/AAAAAAAAAk8/X71c9H0EhDU/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197621425376482466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGpJfCGVKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/m_T4m5rLWxA/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hmmm.. Alright.. Here's the dates that we went out together, detailed with places that we went, our dinner etc. Thanks to my lil diary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197622323024647362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGp9vCGVMI/AAAAAAAAAlU/a1Fqs5X2iIM/s320/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197622962974774482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGqi_CGVNI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vmpnRkZu0vo/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ONE WEEK ANNIVERSARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197623426831242466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGq9_CGVOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dhZK2g7qxSo/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Had a hard time collecting all these tickets... Nearly misplace them.. Alright.. I admit that I'm clumsy and careless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197624028126663922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGrg_CGVPI/AAAAAAAAAls/dap_YimbtDo/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197627330956514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGuhPCGVRI/AAAAAAAAAl8/HCT6N_yrg44/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Up: The letter from me to him :)&lt;br /&gt;Down: TADA! Our movies tickets and the Sentosa entry cards :) Dates maybe just dates in this sketchbook. But.. for each dates... it marks each and every path that we have come by together for our 1 month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197640366182257970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCG6X_CGVTI/AAAAAAAAAmM/b41EOx03PoA/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS I LOVE YOU: Thank you for coming into my life. Remember, I don't want the best, I want the simplest :) You should know what I'm referring to :)&lt;br /&gt;Love you dar dar! Happy One Month! Muackz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish upon a shining stars....&lt;br /&gt;Once I've been very uncertain, once I've been very bothered, once I've been very troubled. It's tough for me to come so far.. It's tough for me to convince myself... It's tough for me to be certain... I used to think if it's really too tough for me and no matter how hard I tried if I still can't get certain.. maybe it's fate that I should just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Miracle do happen...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 200% certain. I know how much I'm willing to put in... It's my secret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;07May2008&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiring day today.. Didn't attend CFAS tutorial cause sth happen at home. I'm freak out and worried.. but after sorting out my thoughts... I learnt to clam myself down. Rushed home to see to the things and make sure the kids had their afternoon nap before I start off with doing what I'm told to do. Granny's worried face really made me feel so worried but I know I can't feel that way... as it would only made her feel even more worried. Granny teared and I don't know how I can comfort her... I wanted to... Tears just flood my eyes at that moment... but I know I can't think of anything that is too negative.. It's tough but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;Mom couldn't call back home so I'm not updated about what's going on... Worried about what's going on.... All I can do is to wait for their calls, calls from my uncles, aunties, granny and cousins... Thanks so much ppl!&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it's sort of settled.. not really considered settled.. I'm worried about my sis safety... Hopefully this thing would just come to an end. It's really too ridiculous and causes mental stress on my family members.. It's just too much.. I'm tired too... Seriously... I'm very tired today... :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about the safety of my family members, myself and most importantly my sis... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3282180923039121440?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3282180923039121440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3282180923039121440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3282180923039121440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3282180923039121440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGiEfCGVDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xY-cGjCZ4Gs/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-7152635798862357286</id><published>2008-05-07T19:04:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:22:30.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the Week 4.. I've been having the fears for not doing well for this semester. The modules are just so tough this sem, especially treasury and investments. To think that I can't really differentiate bonds and shares till this day! Good luck to you, Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;Projects are coming in and that goes to say.. I've gotta stay up late to do my tutorials and projects. Life's just getting even more stressful for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When it's like this, I've got the tendency to blame on people except myself.. it's always this fault and that fault but never my fault. I'm learning... and indeed I've been controlling well.. Just the stress part that is way beyond my control... Well.. Stay happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a happy girl. When it's time to play, play all you can. When it's time to study, study and focus well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197595196011205042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGRSvCGUbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dbizE4ytl8c/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;270308. Bright Sunny Sunday Morning. On my way to work... (FYI: I've been late for work by 5 mins.. and my boss has already been questioning me... Humpf..) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197596669184987586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGSofCGUcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rsrzgHgCmoQ/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dar's new shades! Alright.. Dun ask me why I've got this awkard smile.. I think I've camwhore too much.. that's why the smile turns out to be like this..haha.. AND AND AND! This is the only pic that he smiled also.. The rest is... erhmm... so fierce :(&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know the word camwhore doesn't sound nice but I can't be bothered to think of a nice phrase to replace it.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197598065049358802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGT5vCGUdI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lGVgjrkuGtI/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;02May05. Celebrate Bernice Birthday! Well... We had our SCH U BIRTHDAY PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;It's really very fun and memorable.. Here's the pic..&lt;br /&gt;It started off with.. changing our school uniform in the ladies.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197599486683533810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGVMfCGUfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/zh9l0UnFGaE/s320/P1010401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Yiye (Cedar Girls Sch) and Bernice (National JC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197599598352683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGVS_CGUgI/AAAAAAAAAf0/qSb8QHhdFTA/s320/P1010404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Nicole (Anderson Sec) and Bernice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197599731496669714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGVavCGUhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GLocbF9p670/s320/P1010405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Bernice and Jae (Pioneer JC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197599937655099938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGVmvCGUiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/_bOQq9eMsmk/s320/P1010406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Yiying (Hwa Chong) and Bernice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197600092273922610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGVvvCGUjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-LiL3WyOvzI/s320/P1010403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Bernice and Sherry (rep Poly student :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197600251187712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGV4_CGUkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/_ZMBnlBGDbs/s320/P1010408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Jeron (Anglo-Chinese High Sch) and Bernice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197600629144834642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGWO_CGUlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uFcCxQI8gbc/s320/P1010409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Left to right: Jeron, Nicole, Bernice, Sam, Yiying, Jae&lt;br /&gt;Credit to the Photographer: Sherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197600831008297570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGWavCGUmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wqyi45Kzu3Q/s320/P1010413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZ8_CGVBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/av_gyJsjVhk/s1600-h/P1010481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197601281979863666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGW0_CGUnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HJqViAzzcYA/s320/P1010414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Studious Group.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602063663911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXifCGUtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Zc9xlLqA5Iw/s320/P1010425.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYS_CGU0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/J3riUtPKUww/s1600-h/P1010433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602896887567170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYS_CGU0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/J3riUtPKUww/s320/P1010433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYPvCGUzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VU6qOi7kFqU/s1600-h/P1010432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602841052992306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYPvCGUzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VU6qOi7kFqU/s320/P1010432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYLPCGUyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9Za7-KHPYG8/s1600-h/P1010431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602763743580962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYLPCGUyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/9Za7-KHPYG8/s320/P1010431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYD_CGUxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/rwl4ddJjTCI/s1600-h/P1010430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602639189529362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYD_CGUxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/rwl4ddJjTCI/s320/P1010430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGX9PCGUwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/AOV03rewq8Q/s1600-h/P1010429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602523225412354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGX9PCGUwI/AAAAAAAAAh0/AOV03rewq8Q/s320/P1010429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXxPCGUvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/em8FGiLU0bo/s1600-h/P1010428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602317066982130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXxPCGUvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/em8FGiLU0bo/s320/P1010428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXtPCGUuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6lPmvwRjo5A/s1600-h/P1010427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602248347505378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXtPCGUuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6lPmvwRjo5A/s320/P1010427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXR_CGUrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GT-MtWA-DWw/s1600-h/P1010423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197601780196070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXR_CGUrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/GT-MtWA-DWw/s320/P1010423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice that we are all wearing spec?? LOL! I look so weird with spec!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197601539677901458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXD_CGUpI/AAAAAAAAAg8/H2gi5B5zizw/s320/P1010421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197601436598686338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGW9_CGUoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GM-WZag-8eQ/s320/P1010420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197601672821887650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGXLvCGUqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/1N36ws-9ZWo/s320/P1010422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;UP NEXT! To yiying hse! It's such a big hse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603060096324434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYcfCGU1I/AAAAAAAAAic/XxzuXRe5VMg/s320/P1010434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604614874485762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZ2_CGVAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rVxwe3J37AU/s320/P1010476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alright.. I know I look too studious with the spec on... Like so.. hmmm.. WEIRD..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604211147559890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZffCGU9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/25j_lAXUvvw/s320/P1010470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604361471415266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZoPCGU-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/-vRYo20IkyI/s320/P1010471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGY8fCGU4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Ifn565mevzU/s1600-h/P1010450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603609852138370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGY8fCGU4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Ifn565mevzU/s320/P1010450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mahjong Session! A group of students playing mahjong in their sch uniform???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYy_CGU3I/AAAAAAAAAis/4HYJSTLUpgc/s1600-h/P1010448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603446643381106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYy_CGU3I/AAAAAAAAAis/4HYJSTLUpgc/s320/P1010448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here another one! A group of student drinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYiPCGU2I/AAAAAAAAAik/b2oKsBrpnrg/s1600-h/P1010438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603158880572258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGYiPCGU2I/AAAAAAAAAik/b2oKsBrpnrg/s320/P1010438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603712931353490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZCfCGU5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/rv4T3nXIZJs/s320/P1010453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BERNICE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197603863255208866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZLPCGU6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/iH-j3jbZD-c/s320/P1010454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604151018017730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZb_CGU8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/3f0ZvPBakig/s320/P1010468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604717953700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZ8_CGVBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/av_gyJsjVhk/s320/P1010481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197608987151193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGd1fCGVCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/sD24drHGzRc/s320/P1010449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604026463966130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZUvCGU7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/hk9P5lnECOo/s320/P1010465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ohyea.. Dar came to play Mahjong with them.. Cause lack of 1 player.. Bernice and I don't know how to play so Bernice invite him over to have the Mahjong session with them.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197604468845597682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGZufCGU_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Fn4ucE7FMfs/s320/P1010474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-7152635798862357286?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7152635798862357286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=7152635798862357286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7152635798862357286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/7152635798862357286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SCGRSvCGUbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dbizE4ytl8c/s72-c/DSC00532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6250593311977551355</id><published>2008-04-16T20:24:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:36:22.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;School finally reopens. SOUNDS like I've been waiting for this day for a long while. Actually I'm kinda detest the reopening of a brand new semester. That goes to say, new modules, start all the way from Chapter 1 to blah blah blah and go through Common Test, then project submission period, then examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway SO FAR SO GOOD :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks, sorry for not updating, as usual, I'm busy or rather I'm LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;#1. As you all know, my lady boss (P) is actually a pro in horoscope. Yup. No kidding. She knows a lot and that's why sometimes I love to chat with her to learn more about horoscope. Sorry that I've forgotten which day is it. Well... that day I'm actually working afternoon shift so get to see her and chatted with her about horoscope. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P: Nicole, you know which horoscope is compatible to Leo?&lt;br /&gt;Nic: I don't really know. For what I know, it's Sagi and Aries. Aries is the best match? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P: Leo and Aries? Won't they fight? Both are so strong elements.&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Yup. Not sure if it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So a few days later, she actually copied down for me from her book! Super nice rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189849523210017010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SAYMpPSp2PI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TLZ0KGmNZAo/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189850450922952962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SAYNfPSp2QI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VlSONix50yc/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Leo compatible partners are: Aries, Gemini, Cancer, Libra and Sagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#2. Work with Joy on a Tues (if I'm not wrong). When I saw her entering the shop, I'm shocked! Cause we look so similar (our dressing). LOL! Thanks Connie for spotting the similarities :) Anyway Joy couldn't squat that day, cause the shirt dress is way too short and she's didn't even bothered to wear a pair of shorts inside.. Thank god, I wore shorts. If not we don't have to close shop already cause none of us would be able to sqaut down to get the metal bar out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193214826811901490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIBXsJqRjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/34zDiaGb0X0/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193211932003943970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBH-vMJqRiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kZelxwsQIXI/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;#3. Towards the end of our vacations, met up with the girls! It's just right the week before school reopens. Hmmm.. As I've got to work then, I met up with them only after my work. BEST OF ALL! It rained that day! It rained and my papillo was soaking wet then! Thanks! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;#4. 11April2008&lt;br /&gt;Brillant! I actually managed to carry out my plan! Hmmm.. AM I SMART OR WAT? Okay! That's enough, Nicole! Hmmm.. Actually it's supposed to be carried out on the 10th April but then it's kind of late. So no choice but to make it on the 11th April. It's a very very BUSY day! After my work, I rushed home then to Central to search of a water bottle! Can you believe that I actually took 1hr plus to walk around the whole Central in search of just a water bottle! Apparently I didn't managed to. Sad. No choice. I get sth else instead. There goes my meaning of "MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE" :(&lt;br /&gt;However I still managed to shock Dar with my plan! LOL! I'm just so smart (or maybe he's slow.. most probably..) Thank goodness! I'm still able to remember how to walk over to his hse, poor sense of direction. Despite the fact that it's very tiring and rushing.. I'm happy cause I managed to shock him.. That's my main purpose! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193225641539552834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBILNMJqRkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NA-OhMkq1m8/s320/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PS: The best pic are those when he don't look at the camera. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193229459765479010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIOrcJqRmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hGJ5EU9-OBQ/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ONE WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. 13April2008.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I'm real excited when it comes to the topic to the ZOO! It has been a donkey years ever since I last went to the Zoo. Let the pictures tell you more (Obviously, I'm lazy to write)&lt;br /&gt;PS: Actually there's a lot of pics.. But I'm lazy to upload all.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230280104232562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIPbMJqRnI/AAAAAAAAAco/eNG_7yI76Bk/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Somebody trying to lead the way...But does a better job than me (I've gt poor sense of direction)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193230765435537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIP3cJqRoI/AAAAAAAAAcw/NKiYPAgAm8g/s320/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the crocodile! It's freaking big! Just as I tot it was a FAKE one.. IT ACTUALLY MOVES! Freak me out! Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193231667378669202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIQr8JqRpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pAHN6crpVHE/s320/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;THE MONKY FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193232230019384994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIRMsJqRqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ye081dJ4nUU/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; THE TIGER FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;(Reason being... He's born in the year of the tiger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193232865674544818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIRxsJqRrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/nGAE7QDErGY/s320/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193233351005849282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBISN8JqRsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Vh-F6ZE4rnk/s320/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kangaroos are CUTE! SO CUTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234046790551250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIS2cJqRtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7h6mmw1lly0/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234665265841890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBITacJqRuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ELHiCrlTogs/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193235133417277170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIT1sJqRvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/P9WNPS2tYdk/s320/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193235773367404290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIUa8JqRwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SNmClNxaC18/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alright. I'm not short but it's the tree that's too big. (Actually I am...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIUvcJqRxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PS92eQprGBY/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193236125554722578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIUvcJqRxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PS92eQprGBY/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's the taller one? He's short. I'm taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193236512101779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIVF8JqRyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Q9gqzQqzpZc/s320/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193237061857593138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIVl8JqRzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/QdNvCr8ELsw/s320/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193237560073799490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SBIWC8JqR0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WNoNhagipJQ/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. 19April2008&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy Rio's pressie with dar after my work. Hmmm.. Had a hard time deciding which one to get for him. We spend quite a while there, reading through each and every games to get the BEST one for him. LOL! As for the game, I think it should be interesting enough for him!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to get our NewUrbanMale top. We bought the JAPAN one (initially.. I tot of getting the JAPAN one and he shall get the CHINA one..LOL!) Okay! I'm EVIL! Cause it's really very very UGLY! Goodness! Actually ADIDAS also has got one VERY NICE jacket.. In RED and YELLOW! Very nice! It bears the word 中国 in Yellow at the front and the jacket is RED. Too bad! He don't want it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;PS: I should have made him wear and take a pic to show how nice it is. It's VERY NICE alright! Put on him.. Even nicer... Let's all imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;(Ohman! I think I've got to learn how to repent if I carry on to be so evil.. Karma coming soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. 20April2008&lt;br /&gt;It's RIO Birthday. Hmmm.. End work late cause not enough ppl that day so gotta drag on and wait till the crowd has gone. Went town to scout for his new wallet. In the end, we're late for the dinner. Hmm... We're actually very very late... super late :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6250593311977551355?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6250593311977551355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6250593311977551355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6250593311977551355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6250593311977551355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-finally-reopens.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/SAYMpPSp2PI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TLZ0KGmNZAo/s72-c/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8732136125003401820</id><published>2008-04-07T11:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:17:19.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I smart or talented in that field? Gosh! It's like... Anyway I can't be bothered reading on... Especially the languages... Hmmm.. Nvm.. Stop it Nicole!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole's Summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;# 03/04/2008 THURDSAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Met up with my girls! Finally! Shopped with Yina from 1600 till 1900 before meeting Gloria. Guess what! I spend like $100+ bucks just within that 3 hrs when I've only bought 1 skirt from Pull and Bear. But I really love it! All smile:)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was full of joy and laughter and... It's very funny when we starts to 'brainstorm' how to disturb the guys later on. LOL! Ohwells, Yina is just so good with her acting skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dar for your sweet effort and the wonderful night. To be extremely evil, I'll blame you... for I've been taking in the carbon monoxide for 20plus minutes while waiting in the car :( I'm dying soon. Thankgod, the PSP didn't died that quickly at least it acc me during the 20plus minutes:)&lt;br /&gt;PS: I should have taken the pics! Nothing to post about :( See! I Should Have! Nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#05/04/2008 SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Work with Janny! Happy working day! Basically it's all Happy Working Day with everyone:) Alright.. Went shopping with Dar after work and bought 1 dress and 1 shirt for myself... Nothing much actually..&lt;br /&gt;OHYEA! OHYEA! Before I forget! Pardon me for my STM (aka Short Term Memory) :)&lt;br /&gt;I got my PAPILLO! Thanks dar! He bought it for me... Initially that's what I'm suppose to get for myself with my own ability. Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;See.. And it just makes me feel damn weird... cause I'm not used to it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186377228011357762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_m2nDrKxkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/n3vzHaEV1j8/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186377605968479826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_m29DrKxlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/F9MVGhoYsso/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Alright some random pics with Joanna! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186378056940045922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_m3XTrKxmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/izpt4CgpPos/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186378503616644722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_m3xTrKxnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bKeZ7BjAA5M/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#06/04/2008 SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish by the stars. Stars that shine and never tell any lies.&lt;br /&gt;I wish by the sea. Waves that carry my wishes far away.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to the flying planes. Planes that fly my wishes high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know myself too well.. that it's kinda scary. I worry too much.. that it's kinda scary. I think too much.. that it's kinda scary. I'm caught in a dilemma. At one moment, I've been very certain and at another moment I'm back to my uncertainty. Is Leo always that overly-protective of themselves? I don't know... For sure, I know I'm always overly-protecting myself :) How should I say? Hmmm.. For once this is a tough question for Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm learning to convince myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish by the stars. I wish by the sea. I wish to the flying planes. I wish no one could hear my wishes. How I wish... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks. That's all. Don't try to understand my thoughts.. It's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can meet my BFFs tml! Miss you guys so much! Thankgod, I managed to get a morning shift to meet you guys tml! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-8732136125003401820?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8732136125003401820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=8732136125003401820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8732136125003401820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/8732136125003401820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-smart-or-talented-in-that-field.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_m2nDrKxkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/n3vzHaEV1j8/s72-c/DSC00270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-9070695557576679903</id><published>2008-04-02T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:12:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Work with Nancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ytd&lt;/span&gt; for noon shift. Kudos to the Morning shift! They did really very well.. Thanks to them.. Cause the customers during the evening time was serious very very bad = no potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; today. FYI: He's my secondary sch mate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. He's getting fatter! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OPPS&lt;/span&gt;! No la.. more chubby :P Chatted for a while in my shop while his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; was trying out the clothes. Fortunate him to have such a sweet-looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;.. Nice and Sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;As usual, he crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.. So he crap.. I also crap lo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda great to get to see your secondary school mate once in a while.. Knowing how they have been doing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ohyea&lt;/span&gt;! Dinner had been amusing.. Cause of this tissue-uncle. He's cute la.. Keep repeating over and over what he has just said :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-9070695557576679903?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/9070695557576679903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=9070695557576679903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/9070695557576679903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/9070695557576679903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-2675326096866893690</id><published>2008-03-31T22:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:06:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Here's a QUICK post cause Nicole is having a bad headache now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work with Joanna and we finally take some pics today! Before that, there's this china lady who came in when Joanna was about to mop the floor. And she started trying on and off the same top, can't decide which colour to take. Luckily she was Joanna's customer, if not I would be real pissed off this morning. Whatelse, oh yea, she even asked for further discount, claiming she know one of the our staffs. Watever... I can never stand customers like this, why don't you say you know my boss so we can give away the clothes FOC? Good idea rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially tot of going to the National Library to borrow a few books home for my leisure reading.. but I'm lazy to walk there... went for a run instead. Alright, I managed to run the whole park today! It's just so nice to run alone like this once in a while :)&lt;br /&gt;Ohyea.. Helps to slim down too... Seriously I think I need to go on diet at the rate I'm eating now.. Kinda sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks! Here's the pix..&lt;br /&gt;FYI: We &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; stand there and keep taking pics the whole day like nobody business... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183923019273913858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_D-hTrKxgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_4GtJjExrvM/s320/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna &amp;amp; Nicole. Notice that we wore exactly the same colour code to work today! Haha.. Black short, cardigan, white top, thin belt and pumps. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183923491720316434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_D-8zrKxhI/AAAAAAAAAa4/62PAyuvMILw/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183924788800439842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_EAITrKxiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4fypCZH1RMA/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FYI: She's also a leo! haha... We think alike :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183925875427165746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_EBHjrKxjI/AAAAAAAAAbI/g-sI3aqrMlo/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alright. That's all for the day. Bad headache and tired. Yeah! Kinda happy.. Cause gonna meet up with my girls on THURS! MUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-2675326096866893690?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2675326096866893690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=2675326096866893690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2675326096866893690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/2675326096866893690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R_D-hTrKxgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_4GtJjExrvM/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4981940752571610081</id><published>2008-03-27T08:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:10:24.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to IS Module Enrollment, I gotta force myself outta bed this morning :(&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, once I'm awake, there's no way for me to get back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It's freaking complicated this time round.. Humph...&lt;br /&gt;Called Sherry cause I'm afraid of making the wrong choice. So this is what I've chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS COM 1CSC, CUSTOMER SERVICE COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;Location: BLK 56 #04-09&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8:00AM - 10:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="studyListButtonText1" onmouseover="this.className='studyListButtonTextOver1';" onmouseout="this.className='studyListButtonText1';" href="https://npalstudent.np.edu.sg/npstudent/User/ASP/Ha_Enrl_Req_Swap/Ha_Enrl_Req_Swap.asp?Mode=A&amp;amp;classNbr=2282&amp;amp;Subj=IS+COM&amp;amp;CatNbr=+++1CSC&amp;amp;Descr=CUSTOMER+SERVICE+COMMUNICATION&amp;amp;Section=T06"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IS LS 1WISP, WORLD ISSUES: A S'PORE PERSPEC&lt;br /&gt;Location: BLK 53 # 04-07&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10:00AM - 12:00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally all done :) NICE one! So my Thurs would only be from 0800-1200. Even though, I gotta wake up very early cause lesson starts at 0800 :(&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alright, nvm, Nicole would get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;But... the classroom is like kinda far... Blk 56 gotta rush to Blk 53?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Mommy commented upon seeing my coming sem timetable that there's no way I can work more regularly during the weekdays. Cause most of my classes end at 1700. There's a will, there's a way. Afterall I'm still considering if I should work during the weekdays when school reopens. Let's just see then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Calendar for April 2008 Semester 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Weeks 14 Apr 2008 - 08 Jun 2008 8 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Break 09 Jun 2008 - 22 Jun 2008 2 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Weeks 23 Jun 2008 - 10 Aug 2008 7 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Study &amp;amp; Examination Weeks 11 Aug 2008 - 24 Aug 2008 2 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Vacation 25 Aug 2008 - 12 Oct 2008 7 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation marks the beginning of my IAP! No more studying then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Marking papers and assessment book :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4981940752571610081?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4981940752571610081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4981940752571610081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4981940752571610081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4981940752571610081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-to-is-module-enrollment-i-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-569161416973413409</id><published>2008-03-26T12:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:43:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad headache yesterday night :( Alright, bad headache just makes me feel so annoyed. I'm sure all of us do when we had a really bad heachache.. Well.. at least.. the pain subside after taking the panadol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've absolutely no idea what makes me wake up so early this morning. It's an OFF day afterall... and I should have rot in my bed till 12noon? Yup. Woke up at 7 plus and went for a run. The sit-up section wasn't occupied this morning too! Feel so FRESH... The breezing morning... everything's just so fresh and great :) LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181906613732820386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-nUnDrKxaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VEQOIssDMxE/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once again, I cleaned my room today. I know it's a very bad habit. But I just couldn't stand the idea of sitting down right now, be it blogging, reading or surfing... when the surrounding seems to be a bit messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've drafted out my expenses for the coming month. It's kinda sad. With reborning, dermatology, dental.. Excluding my REAL SHOPPING LIST... All these is like going to cost my $500 bucks (estimation)&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've already reserved one dress from Joanna! LOVES! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181917737698117042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-neujrKxbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P2MBuwR-kTc/s320/CIMG2810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just like the idea that it's simple... so I can wear slipper with it :) Not too sloppy either. It's cheap.. She's selling for $18 bucks only when Bugis Street is selling for $32 bucks. Ohyea.. She takes stock from Thailand.. So can you imagine how much those people are earning in Bugis Street with high mark up prices... TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181920684045682146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-nhaDrKxeI/AAAAAAAAAag/ITCPlrlCYo8/s320/PS+I+LOVE+YOU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Current Book... PS: I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;It's really very very nice.. Reading half-way through... Hmmm.. I missed the show when it was screened months ago.. So shall wait for the DVD to release then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-569161416973413409?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/569161416973413409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=569161416973413409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/569161416973413409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/569161416973413409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-headache-yesterday-night-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-nUnDrKxaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VEQOIssDMxE/s72-c/DSC00183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-5306827288364012269</id><published>2008-03-24T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:15:06.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally an OFF day on Wed :) It's a very tiring day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I tot of going for a run but mom stopped me from going as it's going to rain.. After all, it didn't really sorta rain.. Wasted! I should have go ahead with the run :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway learnt something NEW these days about horoscope during my work. (Cause the radio would broadcast something about horoscope at times..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the SAT chapter, Which 3 horoscope signs are able to 'survive' from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt; (Long Distance Relationship). At times, couples got separated due to overseas work etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So which are the 3 horoscope signs that are able to take on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Leo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Scorpio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;#1. Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. It's no secret that Cancer are romantic creatures of all the signs which goes to say they are very sentimental people. Cancer are able to handle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt; as they are very sentimental and loyal hence they are not the ones who changed their feelings very quickly in face with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt;. For they love their loved ones more than anyone else hence even if they are separated far apart, their hearts would remain unchanged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;#2. Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leo are very confident creatures. They are rather dominating hence had very strong views. So in face with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt;, they are very confident that no matter how far they are separated from their loved ones, they would still be bonded together if both parties really loved each other. Leo are very confident that things can be worked out even in face with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt; where both parties get separated far apart. (which means in their point of view, time and distance are not the major factors). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;#3. Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scorpio are very stubborn creatures at times. However, in view of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt;, their stubbornness actually gave them the strength to persevere on despite the 'suffering' of being separated far apart from their loved ones. They too believe that if both parties really loved each other, they would be able to stay bonded together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, all these 3 horoscope are the ones that tend to be able to 'survive' in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LDR&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a certain extend, I believed that it is kinda freaking true for Leo. I feel that if both parties really like each other, then time and distance is not really important, just like what Joanna said, things can always be worked out together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's kinda rubbish when there are actually people out there who loves to use such reason as an excuse. Can't be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suey&lt;/span&gt; again! I hate it why when bad things happen, it happens in a CHAIN! Bought new ear studs that day (dun ask me which day as I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;remb&lt;/span&gt;) and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST, the star shape one accidentally dropped into the sink. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WELL DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So I'm left with one, instead of a pair.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, just this morning, I accidentally dropped the other leafy one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WELL DONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; where I dropped it. So once again.. I'm left with one instead of a pair :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;CREDIT TO THE GREAT PHOTOGRAPHER: CONNIE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181341353086993810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-fSgjrKxZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eE_vY_VLvwk/s320/DSC04021.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;Connie actually took this pic without me realising it.. I still tot she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt; then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;~ Feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WOLS&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Connie for sending it to me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-5306827288364012269?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5306827288364012269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=5306827288364012269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5306827288364012269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/5306827288364012269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-off-day-on-wed-its-very-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-fSgjrKxZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/eE_vY_VLvwk/s72-c/DSC04021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4572904188379085030</id><published>2008-03-20T21:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:32:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morning shift today! (Initially it was to be a FULL shift.. Luckily Joy came today.. Healthy and without the smell of medical oil..)&lt;br /&gt;It's really very hilarious ytd and I shan't mention again. As long as she smell free of medical oil then that should be fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked with Joanna today! Needless to say it's a happy working day. Thanks to her for threatening me about having a hole in my tummy! Anyway THANKS GAL! I know its your kind intention :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One major discovery with Joanna!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Leo would never want to take any steps further unless they are very certain of the matter. At least we think alike... Cause we are Leos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PS: It's possible for Leos out there who might not be like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking true.. I hate uncertainty. Even though KPT did mentioned before about.. the numerous uncertainties in life that we have to get prepared for. Still I knew myself very well that I hate uncertainties in life.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; In which I hate to force myself to take any steps further when I'm not given a 101% certainty.&lt;/span&gt; I would either faced it and forced myself to take one more step or I would just dump the whole matter aside when I've enough of all the uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally a PERFECT day!&lt;/span&gt; I decided to get back to my run. I really enjoyed the moments where I could spend time with myself. Today is the day! Went for a run after my work. Well.. Initially I tot of leaving my phone and everything aside. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just ME and MYSELF &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;PS: But Mom insist that I've to bring my phone along :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179818147230434546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JpKTrKxPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/y_eX4ASpsSI/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially it was really about to rain.. So I tot... At most.. I run in the rain and get sick the next day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lesson learnt today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never wear disposable hair band for run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not sure if the rubber band is like too weak or wat? Just as I've decided to run back home from the park, the rubber band just split off like that! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;PS: I didn't bring out an additional one! So I decided to walked home instead cause I think it's very weird to run around with long hair untied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179818499417752834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JpezrKxQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HuDephd_PFA/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See the stains! It's still THERE! Sighhh... Ever since my S&amp;amp;W in Year 1... The blue stains are still there! Cause the colour of the school track is BLUE. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179819044878599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-Jp-jrKxRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/121yOVBvXCw/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179820410678199634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JrODrKxVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/qPm9zMfVDKQ/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally the SUN SET! I just love the sun rise and the sun set cause it marks the beginning and the ending of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179819800792843570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JqqjrKxTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/V7CpCvuDKiw/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Home Sweet Home. Ohyea! Before that! I saw this insane man that freak me out totally! Thank god! Just as I was pondering if I should just walked pass that block or take the long way, that insane man disappeared off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I found the last chocolate flavor! It's really disgusting. But still I ate it. Has anyone seen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;火垂るの墓?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng: Grave of the Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;It's a very very very nice anime! Gosh! I found this can of sweets from Bugis Junction Basement 1. There's this store that sells a lot of Jap candies. Loves! Loves! Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179820762865517922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JrijrKxWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/EYqIPBYvfr4/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179821415700546930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JsIjrKxXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/m8wr_R0SAbo/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt; NO MORE! I've finished it today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_KCRIDbEXM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_KCRIDbEXM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;火垂るの墓&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4572904188379085030?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4572904188379085030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4572904188379085030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4572904188379085030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4572904188379085030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-shift-today-initially-it-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R-JpKTrKxPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/y_eX4ASpsSI/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6452725384111275929</id><published>2008-03-18T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:59:05.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="370" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tr1H4X-_6Tk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吴克群 - 为你写诗&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6452725384111275929?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6452725384111275929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6452725384111275929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6452725384111275929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6452725384111275929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4689948338300531310</id><published>2008-03-18T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:31:16.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9_br0L35DI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mLnhvM3AKkE/s1600-h/336630937_e97c1c555f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179099642288661554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9_br0L35DI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mLnhvM3AKkE/s320/336630937_e97c1c555f_m.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never knew I would love dancing so much. It was never my cup of tea. In my pri, I never understand why those girls like to dance so much.. All I envy about was their beautiful costumes even though I dun really like about their thick makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange that somebody like me would ended up in dance. I hesitated then whether to join Girl Guide or Dance. Still.. I chose Dance for the sake of their costumes. Okay. Go ahead and think I'm nutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it wasn't easy in the beginning. For I've no dance foundationat all. So it's all about training hard to be one of the best. Afterall, I managed to and was happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I missed the days when we all dance together on Friday :) I missed my ballet shoes too! I can still remember my first ballet shoes was bought in Hong Kong! - Nicole"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4689948338300531310?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4689948338300531310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4689948338300531310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4689948338300531310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4689948338300531310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-knew-i-would-love-dancing-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9_br0L35DI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mLnhvM3AKkE/s72-c/336630937_e97c1c555f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-1481908005150523849</id><published>2008-03-18T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:02:43.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally...OFF day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timetabling selection today too. BFS0606 is really damn hot! Initially that's what we decided on but on a second thought, since it's so popular among the BFS cohort, chances of getting in is really very low. So we decided to get into BF0604... for some reasons... initially I dun wan to... Anyway there's no harm trying... But I think it's also very popular that's why places are taken up within a spilt second. Hence &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BFS0602.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually on a second look, BFS0602 isn't that bad. After all, we can all be together and spend the our very last semester in Poly together. Project group wouldn't be spilt up at all. All smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Melody after my work yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And NICHOLAS!&lt;/span&gt; He's super cute and sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;Full of praises for him! So cute... Haha~ I like the way he called me "Nicole jie jie"... so &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rite.. So fortunate of Melody to have such a sweet bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935900955468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R99Gw0L35BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8NcmP7oVxM8/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nicholas actually knows how to sing SHE song. Dun think he's just mumbling to the rhythm... Nic actually knows the lyrics very well... Seriously, I'm amazed. It's fun to play with Nic. He's really very cute!! Enough of the praises.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas and Nicole. Hmm.. We are from the same NIC family.. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm NICOLE.&lt;br /&gt;The girl's name Nicole \n(i)-co-le\ is pronounced ni-KOHL. It is of Greek origin, and its meaning is "victorious people". French feminine form of Nicholas. During the Middle Ages names that appear feminine today, like Nicolet and Nicol, were actually male names. Nicola is the Italian form; Nicolette is popular in France.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sem hols. It's like a long break and I dun really have to worry about any projects, tutorials etc etc.. Cause everything has ended! So what if it's holidays.. had been working and working... I think I'm not going to be able take it sooner or later but still I knew that I have to do it. Watever.. I know myself too well... This is my character.&lt;br /&gt;Last sem was rather different cause I had my ITP (Industrial Training Programme). Comparing with the current hols, it's more tiring. I can still remember how tiring it can be for me to work Mon to Fri in OCBC and then Sat and Sun in DETAILS. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Come to think about it, it's a WELL DONE! I managed to survive afterall! It's my achievement afterall! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My very last sem is coming soon (But I dun noe when school start.. Clueless????) I hope I'm able to cope well with it. After all, it's my last sem. I dun wan to 'waste' it. After that, I would then have to move on for my IAP (Industrial Attachment Programme).&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I never regret choosing IAP... For I've already know what I wanted. (If you regret making a choice den don't bother to make a choice in the first place! I hate it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Honestly speaking, I don't know if I would have the interest to carry on studying in a uni. But then to be realistic, I knew I have to do that as it's still a paper chase society afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... after choosing my timetable, my main concern would be my working schedule. I've absolutely no idea if I should work Sat and Sun (as usual) or even on the weekdays. Would I be able to take it if I'm working on the weekdays too? Sigh.. This is irritating. I hate to think about it. Watever it is, I knew I can't escape from Sat and Sun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's harmless to plan ahead, so I'm already thinking about my IAP also. Is it going to be Mon-Fri: IAP. Sat and Sun: DETAILS. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I really do it, then I can really say it's a WELL DONE once again.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Time flies very quickly, I knew I have to face this one day. Sigh... This is also very irritating. I hate to think about it. As I've discussed with Nancy, maybe I'll work Mon-Fri for my IAP and den work FULL shift on SAT. It's super duper sad for me alright. But.... IF I work more den I can shop more! Ohyes! This is it! I should think of it this way! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wonder.... No life :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-1481908005150523849?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1481908005150523849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=1481908005150523849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1481908005150523849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1481908005150523849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R99Gw0L35BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8NcmP7oVxM8/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-1324126235276046186</id><published>2008-03-16T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:41:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes why I love to stay at home is... I can enjoy life as much as I love to do!&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Here's one recent discovery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a EARTH DRAGON. (Born 1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief Description&lt;br /&gt;Dragons are witty, enthusiastic, popular, intelligent and gifted yet are also perfectionists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive Traits&lt;br /&gt;vibrant, magnanimous, charismatic, principled, self-sufficient, discriminating, compelling, sentimental, accomplished, noble-hearted, healthy and prodigiously shrewd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative Traits&lt;br /&gt;bombastic, dissatisfied, ruthless, demanding, opinionated, mawkish, egocentric, defensive, power-mad, foolhardy, willful and pompous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt; of all dragons&lt;br /&gt;The key to the Dragon personality is that Dragons are the free spirits of the Zodiac. Conformation is a Dragon's curse. Rules and regulations are made for other people. Restrictions blow out the creative spark that is ready to flame into life. Dragons must be free and uninhibited. The Dragon is a beautiful creature, colorful and flamboyant. An extroverted bundle of energy, gifted and utterly irrepressible, everything Dragons do is on a grand scale - big ideas, ornate gestures, extreme ambitions. However, this behavior is natural and isn't meant for show. Because they are confident, fearless in the face of challenge, they are almost inevitably successful. Dragons usually make it to the top. However, Dragon people be aware of their natures. Too much enthusiasm can leave them tired and unfulfilled. Even though they are willing to aid when necessary, their pride can often impede them from accepting the same kind of help from others. Dragons' generous personalities give them the ability to attract friends, but they can be rather solitary people at heart. A Dragon's self-sufficiency can mean that he or she has no need for close bonds with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon Lover&lt;br /&gt;People love Dragons so much because they are generous, charismatic, irresistible, and so brave that standing beside them banishes fear. They generate excitement and turn heads anywhere they go. They are free-spirited and impulsive and can help others achieve their dreams. Others love to be around Dragons because they have a way of making people feel better. Dragons are quick to fall in love, but do not surrender their independence easily leaving most of them to live life by themselves. Yet, an smart, witty, and funny companion may intrigue the Dragon long enough to make him want to get married. And once the Dragon becomes committed, he is unlikely to ever leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If Nicole would to say she dun believe in all these.. It's BULLSHIT! Not really to the extend that I dun believe but maybe 50/50 will do.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know more about your own Chinese Horo... den go to... &lt;a href="http://www.chinesezodiachoroscope.com/"&gt;http://www.chinesezodiachoroscope.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-1324126235276046186?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1324126235276046186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=1324126235276046186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1324126235276046186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1324126235276046186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-why-i-love-to-stay-at-home-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3366744979973110196</id><published>2008-03-16T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:50:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woahx. I realised I've been blogging continuously for the past few days. Well... You may think that I'm really that free that I've got nothing to do but to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been very tired lately. I know I would be starting off the whole entry complaining about my work again. Alright. I'll stopped doing that for once. Maybe... How about a very short para? Hate to work morning cause it's too quiet, sales can be really that bad... I wonder how... Hate to work afternoon cause it's a waste of my time. Spend the rest of the morning at home doing nth... well.. I can't meet you guys up as my work starts at 1600... How many hrs of fun before work. 2? 3? Meaningless..&lt;br /&gt;Don't work? Can't... I would be too bored staying at home and... there goes my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD NEWS!&lt;/strong&gt; Managed to get an OFF day on TUES! LOVES!&lt;/span&gt; Cause there's timetabling selection on that day... so might as well get an OFF day. I'm too tired to keep working. No life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Woman are hard to please."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed strongly even though I fall into this category. Haha~ Den why please them in the first place!? Maybe if I'm a guy... (maybe my next life?) I dun noe... I wonder how they managed to survive from pleasing girls? Well... I would never know the answers as I'm not a guy in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;Here's my observation during my work about the pathetic life of being a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are young, you ended up standing outside the shop, waiting for your mummy to get done with her shopping.&lt;br /&gt;When you are a youngster, you ended up standing outside the shop, waiting for your girlfriends to get done with their shopping.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married, you ended up standing outside the shop, waiting for your wife to get done with her shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Sound interesting rite.. Alright.. Maybe I'm a girl, so I think it's interesting.. or rather funny.. But if I'm a guy, I would think it's not funny at all. It only reflect how badly their fate is.&lt;br /&gt;So I was telling Nancy about the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One solution:&lt;/span&gt; Shopped together so there would be no waiting.&lt;br /&gt;(Would I get employed for being a counsellor in this?) ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the doctor today. Really cannot stand the pain anymore. Well... If I dun eat regularly, the consequences would only get more and more serious. I'm afraid. So I think I should just eat well now. Thanks to mom, she has actually forgotten that I can't take in those yellow noodles when I'm seriously down with a gastric pain. Sigh. I can't tell her that I don't want to eat what she has bought. ONE major factor contributing to my gastric problem lately.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mommy has been buying that for breakfast for the past few days -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3366744979973110196?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3366744979973110196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3366744979973110196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3366744979973110196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3366744979973110196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/woahx.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-3423055575346109649</id><published>2008-03-13T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:51:02.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy working day with Joanna. At least the sales this morning isn't so bad. Phew~ STRESSED! JOY is late for work today and by the time Nancy came, she has yet to reach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Gloria today for dinner. Thanks girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say this is the first proper dinner that I've just had ever since the holidays begin. Had been so busy lately... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177253695409611778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9lMzkL35AI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8s5eg9PDXXY/s320/13032008439.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salmon Skin. It's too hard for consumption. Gloria requested for a change but still... it's still rather the same.. Anw.. We didn't finished it at all.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with Nancy tml in the Afternoon. Well... At least, I can sleep more... Very tiring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-3423055575346109649?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3423055575346109649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=3423055575346109649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3423055575346109649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/3423055575346109649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-working-day-with-joanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9lMzkL35AI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8s5eg9PDXXY/s72-c/13032008439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-666295872572572801</id><published>2008-03-12T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:35:00.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dH29UPoAI6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dH29UPoAI6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;卓文萱 - SUPER NO.1&lt;br /&gt;I think she sings very well. Happy song... Happy day for me! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-666295872572572801?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/666295872572572801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=666295872572572801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/666295872572572801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/666295872572572801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-1744695887138426396</id><published>2008-03-12T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:19:35.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel so dead this morning. I wonder if I can get to work later.. I'm praying hard that I can... It's this stupid feeling of vomitting but there's nothing coming out. (Alright, peeps, dun read too much about it.. it's just gastric prob alright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came back from work this morning. I dread to hear that. That's one of the reason why I rather spend all my time at work all these while. A Full day may be tiring but I rather do that than staying at home to face him. It's not about how much I dislike my family, or rather, I love them. It's not about how much I dislike my dad, or rather, I love him too. Disappointment doesn't get me to love him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dun really wan to touch on the very sensitive topic. But rather, I love my daddy for being a nice daddy all these while. I love him when I'm a small little girl (Cause I'm living in my own world then, anything that has been happening is none of my business..) BUT!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM for what he did that makes him seems like an irresponsible man. If I would him, I often think I would rather put in more effort in making this family happier.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'HATE' is a very strong word to use, alright I dislike him for that.&lt;br /&gt;He's normal.. nothing wrong just that he loves to drink. And it's a LOT! He don't care if he would be hospitalised again for this or if he wouldn't be able to get to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows his bad habit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it! I used to think as long as we 'helped' him to finish up every single can or bottle of his drink, he would be left with nothing to drink. But den I realised he would go out and have it himself and get drunk back, of course. I dislike the way my relatives commented on the fine genes that we got from him, for being able to drink. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;THANKS TO YOU PEOPLE! I RATHER DONATE THEM TO YOU IF YOU WANTED IT SO MUCH! IT'S NOT FUNNY! IT'S NOT A MATTER WHICH YOU CAN JOKE ABOUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he do control himself when he drinks nowadays but I'm very disappointed to see that each time. He drinks and smoke at the same time. I think he's trying to shorten his life by doing this. Well, I think I would just mention this much. It's too sensitive. Anyway I guess you wouldn't be able to understand this. Maybe.. You think it's funny.. Watever it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-1744695887138426396?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1744695887138426396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=1744695887138426396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1744695887138426396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1744695887138426396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/feel-so-dead-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4206073736539744391</id><published>2008-03-11T19:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:21:51.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUTION: CHOOSE NOT TO READ!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*It's a long and boring post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Happy working day with Joanna. I'm amazed that she's a Leo too! Wow! Anyway... when two Leos get together, it's a great deal of fun! Alright! It's freaking true. Feel so comfortable with her. Chatted a lot today. Girls can always chat about everything under the sun. To me, I think it's just so true about how similar the way we think. As we chatted... ... this is what I'm gonna write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. I edited as some dun understand. Simple said, I dun like ppl who harp on a single thing and I dun like to live up to somebody expectation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2. I HATE YOU! Why do I get bumped into you again today!? I hate to see you! I had enough of that in school! Why do I have to bump into you even if it's outside the school! I wished that I would never had known you. I'm hate that look that you gave me everytime, dun bother to come to talk to me for I WOULD NEVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU AGAIN EVER SINCE THEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm reminded of him every single time I bumped into him. I hate him! I HATE YOU TO THE CORE! I hate the idea that you treated me as someone else. I hate the idea that I have to be that someone else. I'm not a substitue! If you can't forget her then don't hurt me! I don't want to step into this stupid crap again! I don't want to get into this again! I don't want to get hurt ever and ever again... I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;For what you did, it only leave me with a scar that I wouldn't dare to step into this again... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is almost been two years, I have yet to forget this. (I know I should) I hate you! I really do! I hate that you have hurt me! Thanks to you! I would never want to get involved in this again! -Nicole"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#3. Pissed off with the weather. It has been raining NON STOP! Even though I liked it but it's rather troublesome at times to actually bring a brolly out. Especially when I dun feel like to! It's so troublesome...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the rain... I'm sick. Thank god, I'm working afternoon tomorrow. Hadn't been able to eat well lately too, wonder if I've skipped my meals too often lately... I guess I've to stock up my gastric pills. I hate it when granny and mom keeps pushing me the food, I said a million times that I dun feel like eating. And the smell of watever food just makes me feeling like vomitting. Joanna thinks it's the gastric acid prob... Maybe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. How can I ever stop shopping? Ohyea, reminds me of a shopping date with Gloria. As for today, I'M REALLY VERY SAD! After work, Joanna accompanied me to GUESS to scout for a wallet. I saw this really really very very nice one... I should have get it... anyway... Cause it's the last piece, no other outlets have it anymore.. worst! It's slightly damaged. So I didn't bought it. In fact, I bought the other one, it's black. Different design. It's bigger. Anyway on a second look, it's actually not bad... Just that I'm not used to having a BLACK wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176457129300059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9Z4VUL34-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nKfsKUJ6ov0/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176457442832671730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9Z4nkL34_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Z_q6_AnRoSg/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Alright... I've ended this with a happy ending. Hopefully I wouldn't have to see that jerk again! I know I would be blessed. For I've always been a good girl :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="370" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_1UBYu7Dmc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_1UBYu7Dmc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4206073736539744391?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4206073736539744391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4206073736539744391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4206073736539744391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4206073736539744391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/caution-choose-not-to-read-its-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9Z4VUL34-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nKfsKUJ6ov0/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-6612479238245206352</id><published>2008-03-09T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:44:29.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got my PSP today! I'm a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;OFF day granted tomorrow! I'm a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do at home tml!? Sighhh.. Rot? I think I would have rot at home the whole day.. even if I die, no one who ever knows!? Jie Ying (my sister) would be starting her attachment tomorrow. Now! There's no one for me to disturb... Okay.. I'm bad.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think I should just play PSP the whole day until I'm bored with the game.... Sad to say.. It's tough.. It's always GAME OVER GAME OVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping!? But.. There's nth I need to buy.. Ohwells... Nicole should just rot at home tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-6612479238245206352?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6612479238245206352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=6612479238245206352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6612479238245206352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/6612479238245206352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-got-my-psp-today-im-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-4745004583247251050</id><published>2008-03-08T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:13:40.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though I hate taking the crowded and packed train (when I'm going to work or going home from work), I always think it's the best time when no one is there to interrupt me when I'm in deep thoughts. Normally it would be so packed that I couldn't even held a book to read, so I might jolly well give up the idea of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this morning. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm SPEECHLESS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two fat aunties standing besides me. (one on the left, one on the right) Both refused to give way at all. Sigh.. And I'm caught in the centre :( Worst still, there are ppl going out, and both of them just refused to give way (perharps they are glued there or sth???) Poor ppl, gotta squeezed passed them to get out and it just kept knocking onto me. I wanted to tell them to move in or sth, but I dun noe how to... So just let them be glued there until CityHall. What's wrong with these ppl? Okay. I'm very pissed off at that moment but it's quitet funny when I think of these aunties now. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Was taking bus on my way home today, saw this pathetic old lady who just boared the bus, and she's carrying lotsa stuff. No one just seems to care to give her a seat :( Too bad, I'm standing too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30836859-4745004583247251050?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4745004583247251050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=4745004583247251050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4745004583247251050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/4745004583247251050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/even-though-i-hate-taking-crowded-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-1355380410383200652</id><published>2008-03-08T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:43:15.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's a happy working day with Nancy! Thank god, I only have to work morning today. It's really very tiring that I fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt; immediately on the bed. So many things left unaccomplished:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to my dear cousin, suppose to help her with her E-Commerce assignment, but my brain isn't functioning well so ended up giving her a 2 para review. Sorry to Nancy, suppose to help her with her E-Commerce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webbie&lt;/span&gt;, but too tired to do all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohwell&lt;/span&gt;, Why am I always tied to E-Commerce!? Anyway it's always a great feeling to be able to help them out :) &lt;/div&gt;Nearly late today... Woke up late... So ended up with a sloppy outfit for work today. Sigh.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KTPEL348I/AAAAAAAAAXo/AUz34BCWgcw/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175360808832984002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KTPEL348I/AAAAAAAAAXo/AUz34BCWgcw/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing Nancy! MUCKS! Love her! She's really very nice. Here, reminds me for the unaccomplished task - Help her with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;webbie&lt;/span&gt; design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175361092300825554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KTfkL349I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Mwvi7zNWYmI/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UpNext&lt;/span&gt;! (Connie, I know you had been waiting for this!) Joy's mini letter to her idol. Full of spelling, grammar, sentence structure mistake.. FYI: Marking done by Connie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KSikL347I/AAAAAAAAAXg/y1fGAjfQStU/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175360044328805298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KSikL347I/AAAAAAAAAXg/y1fGAjfQStU/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright. I dun understand why girls like 吴尊so much. Some can even be as crazy as Joy to travel to KL, just to see him. Yea. The little girl in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt; too. She likes him so much that she cut all my magazine (those with his pic).. and so I'm left with a pile of messy magazine. FYI: She's only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pri&lt;/span&gt; 2. I dun really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remb&lt;/span&gt; myself doing any of these thing when I'm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pri&lt;/span&gt;2. Alright. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Deprived&lt;/span&gt; Childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KRuUL346I/AAAAAAAAAXY/zxAkAT8M2B4/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359146680640418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KRuUL346I/AAAAAAAAAXY/zxAkAT8M2B4/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to eat Fish Soup Noodle with Connie after work. Very nice. First intro by Sherry. Just beside Bugis Junction. I love to eat this. It's way better than the Food Junction. &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/30836859-1355380410383200652?l=nicolettediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1355380410383200652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30836859&amp;postID=1355380410383200652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1355380410383200652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30836859/posts/default/1355380410383200652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolettediary.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-happy-working-day-with-nancy-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole's_diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06578805158976393660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZYFg9-n9iE/R9KTPEL348I/AAAAAAAAAXo/AUz34BCWgcw/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30836859.post-8781811149335060117</id><published>2008-03-07T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:45:00.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta re-write the whole of this post now... Cause it wasn't saved yesterday (doubt me... I have no idea why...) Anyway where was I yesterday (doubt me... I have forgotten...) Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work without OFF day. (Am I suppose to clap and say it's fine as I get used to it or I've already guess what would be the arrangement?) Thanks to Joy. *All smile~*&lt;br /&gt;Here the conversation that made me mad yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;: Yesterday(Wed) you took an OFF day so what you did?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: Oh yea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lohz&lt;/span&gt;. I took OFF yesterday... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sighh&lt;/span&gt;... (sound very depressed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;: So what you did yesterday? (This is Joy, she never hit the topic at all, always wandered off and tell you stuff that is totally not relating to your topic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: Oh.. Sleep at home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lohz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;: (I didn't want to talk to her anymore, pissed, walked off)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!? YOU TOOK OFF TO SLEEP! AND here I am, working for almost 2 Weeks and have yet to be given a SINGLE OFF DAY! Okay. I think I have complained way too much about work lately. Sob sob sob.. When can I have an off day? I really gotta beg Joy not to anyhow take OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation continued...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tml&lt;/span&gt; = Today (070308)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Curiosity strike me... Wonder why is my fate so today...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;: Then why you took OFF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: Go buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;B'dae&lt;/span&gt; cake for my dad. His birthday on Sat... Wonder if she would let me work Morning so I can go celebrate his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;b'dae&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;: Go buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;B'dae&lt;/span&gt; cake? His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;b'dae&lt;/span&gt; on Sat? Won't the cake turned bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;.. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lahz&lt;/span&gt;. I mean go order first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;: So you gonna request working Sat Morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy: Yea.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ae&lt;/span&gt;!? You work morning also rite!?
