<?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-13486371</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:46:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A STATE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS FABULOUS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7731301181950971838</id><published>2009-08-12T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:53:42.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SoI8TkVviTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_VrSrNbrNRc/s1600-h/IMG_7856edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SoI8TkVviTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_VrSrNbrNRc/s320/IMG_7856edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368920012649105714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;majoreverie.livejournal.com&lt;/span&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/13486371-7731301181950971838?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7731301181950971838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7731301181950971838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7731301181950971838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7731301181950971838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/08/majoreverie.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SoI8TkVviTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_VrSrNbrNRc/s72-c/IMG_7856edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-895451831761450781</id><published>2009-05-12T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:32:32.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sgl5SXkEktI/AAAAAAAAAg4/THKhQ6heBDE/s1600-h/jazreel%27s+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sgl5SXkEktI/AAAAAAAAAg4/THKhQ6heBDE/s320/jazreel%27s+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334928590066979538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And life will be a lot sweeter!&lt;/span&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/13486371-895451831761450781?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/895451831761450781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=895451831761450781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/895451831761450781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/895451831761450781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-life-will-be-lot-sweeter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sgl5SXkEktI/AAAAAAAAAg4/THKhQ6heBDE/s72-c/jazreel%27s+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6123062478463922094</id><published>2009-05-04T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:59:40.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sf7uunb0tJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/L0Zplj7mtEY/s1600-h/DSC00516.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sf7uunb0tJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/L0Zplj7mtEY/s320/DSC00516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331961493480322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twisted Logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it got better, you had to ruin it all over again. Or was it my wishful thinking in the first place?&lt;br /&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/13486371-6123062478463922094?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6123062478463922094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6123062478463922094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6123062478463922094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6123062478463922094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/05/twisted-logic-just-when-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sf7uunb0tJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/L0Zplj7mtEY/s72-c/DSC00516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6514034479000273834</id><published>2009-04-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:04:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sfh5rDun5uI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HYgcUrJFg-Y/s1600-h/chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sfh5rDun5uI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HYgcUrJFg-Y/s320/chairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330143939635177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pile it up and it gets messier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You just feel like ripping your hair out of frustration. Yet, you feel distressed over what's happening around you. And to think that one thing might be ticked out of your list already? Don't be too relieved yet- there's more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-6514034479000273834?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6514034479000273834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6514034479000273834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6514034479000273834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6514034479000273834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/04/pile-it-up-and-it-gets-messier-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Sfh5rDun5uI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HYgcUrJFg-Y/s72-c/chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-5980226417458061668</id><published>2009-04-22T20:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:02:07.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIP TO ZHUHAI, GUANGZHOU, SHENZHEN, MACAU &amp;amp; HONGKONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went for a 9 days trip with Granny (along with her relatives and friends. Among the 7 of us, I'm the youngest. The rest are 60+, 70 years old!) on the 2nd to 10th April. We went on tour on the first 5 and a half days. The rest of the days were free &amp;amp; easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alighted at Macau and made our way to Zhuhai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed at Zhuhai for a night. Went to Guangzhou on the 2nd day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed at Guangzhou for a night; went to Shenzhen on the 3rd day and spent 2 nights there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to Zhuhai, spent a night there and off to Macau the following day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed at Macau for 3 nights before taking a flight back to Singapore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Visited plenty of places and did tons of shopping. Anyway, during our 4 days at Macau, I went to Hong Kong twice. The first time was with the old folks- took a ferry together before I separated from them to go shopping alone and took a ferry back myself. Went and came back alone the 2nd time. It was really fun wandering around Hong Kong alone (with a map!)- obviously better with friends next time! (: On the last day at Macau, while my granny's relatives &amp;amp; friends took an earlier flight home, both of us went touring around Macau alone, with the help of the map. It was definitely a fun and fruitful trip! (You'll know why it's fruitful later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJzjyB-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MUCMm59_kZQ/s1600-h/DSC00399.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJzjyB-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MUCMm59_kZQ/s320/DSC00399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491346312857570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny &amp;amp; I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJ5nRXhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/e3c1R5xgqd0/s1600-h/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJ5nRXhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/e3c1R5xgqd0/s320/DSC00383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491347938106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kungfu benches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJt7fY8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/11LI5LD9Y08/s1600-h/DSCN0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJt7fY8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/11LI5LD9Y08/s320/DSCN0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491344801686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some rural place at Dongshan (between Zhuhai and Guangzhou, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJi_-gFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bNs05hVZqNs/s1600-h/DSCN0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJi_-gFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bNs05hVZqNs/s320/DSCN0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491341867712594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Magnificent show we watched at a tourist spot at Shenzhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MC0WKRUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JYHzlfcgPO0/s1600-h/DSCN0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MC0WKRUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/JYHzlfcgPO0/s320/DSCN0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327490126753449282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unglam but great shot of me sliding! (quit laughing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MCyp7oKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/j9sXRNQL_HE/s1600-h/DSCN0201.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MCyp7oKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/j9sXRNQL_HE/s320/DSCN0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327490126299504802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MCqStPsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BOqKSKiYzvg/s1600-h/DSCN0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MCqStPsI/AAAAAAAAAdw/BOqKSKiYzvg/s320/DSCN0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327490124054609602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the colourful windmills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MCtDu7-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Yxeg0vjcNbA/s1600-h/DSCN0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8MCtDu7-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/Yxeg0vjcNbA/s320/DSCN0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327490124797112290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a bee farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdrPOaxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2BSXOiFz3mo/s1600-h/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdrPOaxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2BSXOiFz3mo/s320/DSC00333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488389141654290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bees inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdhIdu3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/s3LAE_Gm0fA/s1600-h/DSC00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdhIdu3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/s3LAE_Gm0fA/s320/DSC00322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488386428943218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This door knob is major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdU-badI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-_MVJQ4HEaY/s1600-h/DSC00295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdU-badI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-_MVJQ4HEaY/s320/DSC00295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488383165622738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some place we visited at Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdbTNjjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gzQJ1QjgHB4/s1600-h/DSC00283.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdbTNjjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gzQJ1QjgHB4/s320/DSC00283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488384863407666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roadside market at Zhuhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdJFwWfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Vom1pRbtxK0/s1600-h/DSCN0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8KdJFwWfI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Vom1pRbtxK0/s320/DSCN0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327488379975129586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a touristy place in Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8PhJLVKfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8J_iFD9WGVY/s1600-h/DSC00563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8PhJLVKfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8J_iFD9WGVY/s320/DSC00563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327493946276129266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a ferry towards Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8PgzSQmzI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tOZzkIEG2BI/s1600-h/DSC00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8PgzSQmzI/AAAAAAAAAfY/tOZzkIEG2BI/s320/DSC00562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327493940399610674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivienne Westwood at Causeway Bay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZ27gB6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZlBu7Pu3FEU/s1600-h/DSC00579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZ27gB6I/AAAAAAAAAfI/ZlBu7Pu3FEU/s320/DSC00579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327492721607182242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite delicious Mango drink! *slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OaLF4VeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iRHnwajlayU/s1600-h/DSCN0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OaLF4VeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iRHnwajlayU/s320/DSCN0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327492727019427298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZ-CNJoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xGoBNDeCC2c/s1600-h/DSC00544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Macau's "linking bridge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZ-CNJoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xGoBNDeCC2c/s1600-h/DSC00544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZ-CNJoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xGoBNDeCC2c/s320/DSC00544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327492723514353282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZqj_sdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G1KMRpATgZY/s1600-h/DSC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Venetian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZqj_sdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G1KMRpATgZY/s1600-h/DSC00483.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZqj_sdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/G1KMRpATgZY/s320/DSC00483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327492718287368658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my favourite shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZpaPwMI/AAAAAAAAAew/4jSdb1W54AQ/s1600-h/DSC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8OZpaPwMI/AAAAAAAAAew/4jSdb1W54AQ/s320/DSC00472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327492717978042562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Portugese egg tarts! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJh_jtgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UTm5V5epQ0Q/s1600-h/DSCN0535.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJh_jtgI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UTm5V5epQ0Q/s320/DSCN0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327491341597521410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granny with Green Tea Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took 800 over pictures- most of them were pretty random shots. I realised I've got a fetish of taking pictures of door knobs and lights/lamps/chandeliers. Will upload pictures of them in later posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8dOqj2fsI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0KEazxfGji8/s1600-h/DSC00610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8dOqj2fsI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0KEazxfGji8/s320/DSC00610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327509021982621378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, here's the picture of the stuff I've got for myself, excluding the ones I got for my friends and colleagues. Not surprising that my luggage exceeded my 4kg, despite having a 2 heavy hand-luggages and taking up 1/3 of my granny's luggage with my stuff! Okay, that's pretty crazy when I come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAKERZIN DINNER &amp;amp; DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Attended D&amp;amp;D the previous Monday, 20th April- first day of school! It lasted from 11pm to 2.15am at Changi SAFRA (Jumbo Seafood Restaurant). Met up with Glynnis first, went to her house and later fetched Lizhen from the train station before heading to our designated place. The theme this year was Shocking Pink. Well, obviously not everyone wore shocking pink! I wore shocking pink stockings- guess it'll be the first and last time I'm wearing it. Too bad I don't have a full length picture of me in it! D&amp;amp;D was pretty boring, though I can't deny we had a bit of fun &amp;amp; laughters too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gFR_RSkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MNMiHIbeFGo/s1600-h/DSC01006.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gFR_RSkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MNMiHIbeFGo/s320/DSC01006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512159302797890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gFAQNrGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AGO3N1Whsdc/s1600-h/D%26D%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gFAQNrGI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AGO3N1Whsdc/s320/D%26D%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512154542025826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gE6riOcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/v2wRyBMGaBc/s1600-h/bakerzin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gE6riOcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/v2wRyBMGaBc/s320/bakerzin+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512153046006210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gEpeX-1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/AEoqebLITUM/s1600-h/bakerzin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gEpeX-1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/AEoqebLITUM/s320/bakerzin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512148427406162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gEhFaJOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LWA5_zjuJ2g/s1600-h/Bakerzin+chefs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8gEhFaJOI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LWA5_zjuJ2g/s320/Bakerzin+chefs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512146175206626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cai Yan, Rui, Fiona &amp;amp; Eik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8hvu4qX-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/jsc3ZhvghhY/s1600-h/DSC01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8hvu4qX-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/jsc3ZhvghhY/s320/DSC01038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327513988125843426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mid-length dress and shocking pink stockings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! That kind of summarises what I've been to lately! (:&lt;br /&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/13486371-5980226417458061668?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/5980226417458061668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=5980226417458061668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5980226417458061668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5980226417458061668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-zhuhai-guangzhou-shenzhen-macau.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Se8NJzjyB-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MUCMm59_kZQ/s72-c/DSC00399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7020005717771059778</id><published>2009-04-11T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:54:01.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SeCugsgoJaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/V2yNqsfItco/s1600-h/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SeCugsgoJaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/V2yNqsfItco/s320/DSC00600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446636278982050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd - 10th April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm back from my trip! Will update soon!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13486371-7020005717771059778?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7020005717771059778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7020005717771059778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7020005717771059778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7020005717771059778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-10th-april-2009-im-back-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SeCugsgoJaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/V2yNqsfItco/s72-c/DSC00600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2864132821264135841</id><published>2009-03-24T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:02:00.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SccSZxvXdsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fs3OJhMkW5A/s1600-h/G%26J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SccSZxvXdsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fs3OJhMkW5A/s320/G%26J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238119192196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting my blog for more than 3 weeks. And for that past 3 weeks, weekdays were meant for attachment, weekends were meant for work. Seem like a person with no life at all! Ha oh well, I had my reasons. Life's been rocky these couple of weeks. And sometimes I just prefer being alone. I hate seeing both of them like that. I hate all those lies. And I hate myself for being such an idiot- to think I've been ignorant all this while made me realise how silly I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I went to watch Coldplay's concert just now! It was damn brilliant, super engaging and exceptionally fun! Cheryl and I were singing, clapping, jumping and dancing along- totally enjoying and soaking into the hyped up atmosphere! The concert lasted almost 2 hours. Seriously, this Grammy award winner is superb! Best concert I've seen yet! Chris Martin could really interact with the audience well! Furthermore, the 10 000 people who attended sang their hearts out most of the time! Not forgetting, Cheryl and I were star-strucked- screaming our heads off when Coldplay was performing! Haha, we're one of their hardcore fans, okay! Oh, we went to collect a few pretty butterfly confettis which were "blown" from a machine, (part of the effects of a song) after the concert. Don't laugh! Pictures coming up in the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13486371-2864132821264135841?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2864132821264135841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2864132821264135841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2864132821264135841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2864132821264135841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-just-is-ive-been-neglecting-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SccSZxvXdsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fs3OJhMkW5A/s72-c/G%26J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6386592781108040003</id><published>2009-02-28T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:51:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Saj5TE6jaYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/woTa7RrPaYM/s1600-h/IMG_0314edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Saj5TE6jaYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/woTa7RrPaYM/s320/IMG_0314edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307766266988292482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ice is getting thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom. It'll be different from the previous years. Still, both of us will make it a point to celebrate with you every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I'm unaware of almost everything; you're so wrong. You're the smart one. How much sillier can I get? Yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-6386592781108040003?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6386592781108040003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6386592781108040003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6386592781108040003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6386592781108040003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-is-getting-thinner-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Saj5TE6jaYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/woTa7RrPaYM/s72-c/IMG_0314edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4122531216618179533</id><published>2009-02-23T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:17:23.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SaJJG7GGVAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FJ3qk_jPh6k/s1600-h/IMG_5642edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SaJJG7GGVAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FJ3qk_jPh6k/s320/IMG_5642edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305883694287180802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what's done is done. We do regret certain things in life, but what's most important is to correct it and not to make the same mistakes again. But be careful not to dig the pit too deep until you can't get out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, G, how true..&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/13486371-4122531216618179533?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4122531216618179533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4122531216618179533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4122531216618179533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4122531216618179533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-sunlight-well-whats-done-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SaJJG7GGVAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/FJ3qk_jPh6k/s72-c/IMG_5642edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6982671083838274246</id><published>2009-02-15T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:51:13.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZendiABkLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UbCjAmASsYA/s1600-h/IMG_0276edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZendiABkLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UbCjAmASsYA/s320/IMG_0276edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302891212037001394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Underneath the skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I understand self-denial is only a temporary source of comfort. It eventually gets worse once you find out what you've been kept in the dark about. Quit lying, quit doing stuff behind people's back. "I'll never be able to fool you." Indeed, seems that you can never. But you've made a fool out of yourself. And I think I'm just the same. Why am I still trying to come up with a good reason to speak up for your doings? What's your explanation? It's hard to ignore.&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/13486371-6982671083838274246?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6982671083838274246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6982671083838274246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6982671083838274246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6982671083838274246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/underneath-skin-finally-i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZendiABkLI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UbCjAmASsYA/s72-c/IMG_0276edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1219765943317145966</id><published>2009-02-14T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:52:27.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZbmVJlBzbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q0s0NoG6q2w/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZbmVJlBzbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q0s0NoG6q2w/s320/Rachel%27s+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678862298205618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11 Feb 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I planned a small surprise for Rachel on her 18th birthday and I'm glad it turned out pretty well! And she was really surprised with all the gifts we got for her, too! It's always gratifying to see someone so amazed! Happy (belated) Birthday Rach! Lots of love from me to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZbmU0iXrhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/j_r4O0YwbgM/s1600-h/DSC06044edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZbmU0iXrhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/j_r4O0YwbgM/s320/DSC06044edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678856649911826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love from a different angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Glynnis after school yesterday! I was incredibly delighted to see her after such a long time! Went to Cineleisure and I pulled her into Diva. Saw plenty of great accessories and the loveliest surprise (besides the handmade card from her) was that she surprised me with the rainbow heart ear-studs (knowing that I loved it when I first saw it but I complained that it was overpriced and to wait till the sale period before I lay my hands on it!) and the pretty butterfly necklace! She got the purple one whilst I've got the pink one. Thanks Glyn &lt;333 Went walking around Taka and bought donuts for the Bakerzin-ers. Missed them (especially the chefs!) a lot so we went back to visit. Purchased a few macaroons to share and headed to Ben Sherman as she wanted to get something for her brother. Continued walking around town and Liat Towers ZARA burns holes in our pockets! Glynnis bought the same heels as mine (which I got the other time), bought similar hair accessories, similar leggings (but of different colour).. YAY! Was almost 8pm by then so we headed to Starbucks to get Caramel Frappe and started chatting till 11pm. Joshua came to look for us afterwhich (with the ferrero rocher 'flower' for Glyn and I!) and we walked all the way to Somerset Station. Discussed on where to go and finally decided to go to Bukit Timah to have supper. Boarded the train and I headed home to shower whilst they waited for me downstairs. (Felt a bit embarrassed though, but I HAD to shower badly!! And I felt pretty rebellious too; going out in the wee hours of the morning without my parents' consent but oh well! Ha! ) It was about 1.20am by then , so we took a cab down. The stall was crowded and noisy, but we still had our supper! I needed the toilet real bad so we went to Beauty World's MacDonalds. Sat there to chit-chat and took a few photos until around 5am! I had to reach home before my parents woke up so we hailed a cab and I alighted first. Luckily my parents didn't realise my absence! HAHA! And I didn't know we could talk so much! Such chatter-boxes! Heh. Shall do this again after exams! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks Glyn, for everything. You should know &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/13486371-1219765943317145966?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1219765943317145966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1219765943317145966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1219765943317145966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1219765943317145966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/11-feb-2009-jasmine-and-i-planned-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZbmVJlBzbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Q0s0NoG6q2w/s72-c/Rachel%27s+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8667688840381320538</id><published>2009-02-09T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:54:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZBA8np8-7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DQGs7vtTpWo/s1600-h/IMG_5004edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZBA8np8-7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DQGs7vtTpWo/s320/IMG_5004edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300808171596348338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A thread cut with a carving knive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For how long will this last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13486371-8667688840381320538?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8667688840381320538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8667688840381320538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8667688840381320538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8667688840381320538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/thread-cut-with-carving-knive-for-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SZBA8np8-7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DQGs7vtTpWo/s72-c/IMG_5004edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6270554367466887016</id><published>2009-02-07T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:25:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SY2ZGoOVqNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qt-0TyAfN9E/s1600-h/Picture+0040edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SY2ZGoOVqNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qt-0TyAfN9E/s320/Picture+0040edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300060675640764626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't be saved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We're all into this. Drifting apart from our years together as one. Changes caused this instability within us. I expect it won't get any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-6270554367466887016?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6270554367466887016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6270554367466887016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6270554367466887016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6270554367466887016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-be-saved-were-all-into-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SY2ZGoOVqNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qt-0TyAfN9E/s72-c/Picture+0040edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-728426013498674931</id><published>2009-02-06T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:58:00.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SYsR0inmAOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IFmI4epGGEQ/s1600-h/Picture+0021edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SYsR0inmAOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IFmI4epGGEQ/s320/Picture+0021edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299348980875264226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I watched 2 movies with Rachel this week: Bride Wars and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Bride Wars was a last minute decision because Changeling isn't showing in cinemas already- how disappointing! Benjamin B. was an awesome film. It was really heart-wrenching , especially towards the end of the show. Their (the 2 main actors) undying love for each other melted my heart! Well worth my $6, unlike the cheap (not chic) flick..Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've stopped work for the entire month due to the upcoming exams. So this means that I've got to stop having so much fun and start gluing my ass to the chair to study (diligently. Haha!) starting from Saturday onwards. I better promise myself that. (hopefully, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock is pretty wrecked these few days and my right eye is puffier than the left. Great, thanks to sleepless nights, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Glyn &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13486371-728426013498674931?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/728426013498674931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=728426013498674931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/728426013498674931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/728426013498674931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-see-i-watched-2-movies-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SYsR0inmAOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IFmI4epGGEQ/s72-c/Picture+0021edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7157325911549823880</id><published>2009-01-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:07:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SX3LlpU9wKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rCsTw21VLB4/s1600-h/DSC05896edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SX3LlpU9wKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rCsTw21VLB4/s320/DSC05896edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295612584466956450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 minutes &amp;amp; back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's the first day of CNY and man, did I eat a lot. I ate loads of junk and treasures (if you know what I mean) at practically every house we visited. Well, I woke up at 10am, showered and headed to my paternal grandparent's house at around 11am. Ate my brunch, collected red packets (Hahaha!), had some family bonding and headed to grandaunt's house. Did the same things and off we went to JB to visit my maternal grandaunt. Had a slight traffic jam on the way but luckily I brought my ear piece so I could listen to my music during that 1 hour. Reached JB around 3pm, ate (AGAIN!), chit-chat and left around 5.30pm and headed to granduncle's house for a while and he brought us out to EAT again. Afterwhich, we made our way back to Singapore. So yes, my day was filled with eating and eating and eating. My brother was exclaiming, "I can't imagine the amount of calories we've gained these few days." Sounds pretty gay for him to say this but I'm unable to disagree with him any further. I'm unsure what's planned for tomorrow. Perhaps my brother and I will hang out at our aunt's place or I'll just plant my butt at home and do projects. I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something's missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/13486371-7157325911549823880?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7157325911549823880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7157325911549823880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7157325911549823880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7157325911549823880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-minutes-back-to-normal-todays-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SX3LlpU9wKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rCsTw21VLB4/s72-c/DSC05896edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8996070848345867917</id><published>2009-01-18T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:55:50.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SXIRoZ8jnFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8J2L7DXG88k/s1600-h/DSC02686edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SXIRoZ8jnFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8J2L7DXG88k/s320/DSC02686edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292311897971072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3am and still kickin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Credits to Glyn for editing that photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway work was pretty chaotic today. 2 part-timers didn't turn up for work so I, being the barista, had to make drinks (obviously), be the runner and help to wipe the cutleries. Still manageable though I was practically running all around the place. Lost my appetite and didn't eat the 2 meals which I was given. And I don't think I can be a barista cause I always end up getting an injury. Ha, but I still like being a barista sometimes! Was dead beat during dinner time and was losing my cool (since we're short of manpower) so we had to do things speedily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short supper with Glyn after work yesterday (Friday). Well, she ate and I stole some fries. Ha. And I discovered we're on a similar route; which makes me don't feel so alone. Catched the last train home and I thought, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday tomorrow. (Or rather, today). Marks the 3rd year of my grandad's death anniversary. Oh how I miss him; plenty of things reminds me of him. And I have a number of photos with him too! You can never imagine the amount of love he gave to my brother and I; his only grandchildren. Feeling pretty nostalgic all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps I will, if you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8996070848345867917?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8996070848345867917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8996070848345867917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8996070848345867917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8996070848345867917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/01/3am-and-still-kickin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SXIRoZ8jnFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8J2L7DXG88k/s72-c/DSC02686edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6911168253080737482</id><published>2009-01-15T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:09:40.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SW8SMgitLvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Mc1frf1Phog/s1600-h/DSC05887edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SW8SMgitLvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Mc1frf1Phog/s320/DSC05887edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291468093286854386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time will hold its promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drained. Of everything. Everything that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;The imprudent things I'm doing. The way I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm accountable for my actions. The animosity in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the audacity? Soon I shall tell you honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Then, all will be said. But when?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;如果想你多一天&lt;br /&gt;就会伤我多一些&lt;br /&gt;抛开了所有时间&lt;br /&gt;让自己心情沉淀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/13486371-6911168253080737482?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6911168253080737482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6911168253080737482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6911168253080737482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6911168253080737482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-will-hold-its-promise-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SW8SMgitLvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Mc1frf1Phog/s72-c/DSC05887edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6273388426168817043</id><published>2009-01-13T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:17:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SWydSc_V8kI/AAAAAAAAAao/In52ie6vTWI/s1600-h/DSC02230edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SWydSc_V8kI/AAAAAAAAAao/In52ie6vTWI/s320/DSC02230edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290776602598568514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quickie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a piercing on the top of my right ear last Tuesday (yay, finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stars concert last Wednesday was a blast, though the sound system could be better and how I wished they played longer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kbox with G and S last Thursday was crazy. Close to 8 hours of singing (including me snoozing off 3 times! Embarrassing!) From 7+pm to 3am and thereafter going for supper. And i reached home at 4.45am!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skipped the 9am-11am lecture on Friday cause I was too exhausted. Went for the 11am-1pm one instead. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for the Tattoo Exhibition with Joyce and her friend, Nicole, after my class on Friday! Oh my god I shook hands, talked to and took a picture with *gasp* Chris Garver!!! -faints- And I got his autograph too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked full shift last Saturday. I accidentally broke a bottle of Perrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helped Aunt at a small flea market on Sunday. She got me a pair of sneakers- really old-school look. Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Jazreel and Kit and Yeun. A lot. &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know my eyes look puny in the picture above. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is ______.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-6273388426168817043?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6273388426168817043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6273388426168817043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6273388426168817043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6273388426168817043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-beat-just-quickie-had-piercing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SWydSc_V8kI/AAAAAAAAAao/In52ie6vTWI/s72-c/DSC02230edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1228433360218978147</id><published>2009-01-05T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:47:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SWIcqqc4v4I/AAAAAAAAAag/yJi9KsqUtTI/s1600-h/IMG_0269edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SWIcqqc4v4I/AAAAAAAAAag/yJi9KsqUtTI/s320/IMG_0269edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287820431761915778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perplexity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School just started today. It's only the first day of the final term and I'm getting restless already. Somebody please shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for Wednesday cause I'm going to watch Stars Concert!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for Thursday cause I'm going to sing with G &amp;amp; S!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for Friday cause I'm going to the tattoo exhibition with Joyce in hopes of meeting Chris Garver!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many WHYs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1228433360218978147?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1228433360218978147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1228433360218978147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1228433360218978147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1228433360218978147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/01/perplexity-school-just-started-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SWIcqqc4v4I/AAAAAAAAAag/yJi9KsqUtTI/s72-c/IMG_0269edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8403389590347153214</id><published>2009-01-01T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:07:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVxJ-jSOhlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DySe9ogUHjw/s1600-h/DSC07442edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVxJ-jSOhlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DySe9ogUHjw/s320/DSC07442edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286181401598527058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday, you and I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the picture above wasn't taken today. And it's funny how I smiled like that in the picture as it's not my usual "camera-smile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of 2008 was spent working from 9.30am to 6pm (finally, I finished work at 6 instead of the usual 10.30/11pm!) with heavy eyelids and a stupid customer who sort of ruined my mood over the phone and the never-ending queue. My mood lightened up when Glynnis (eventually!) came to work! She was almost an hour late because she went for a hair cut.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't worry Glyn, you look adorable with the bangs!&lt;/span&gt; And! I saw fashion designer Ashley Isham! I got really thrilled! Ran an errand for Bakerzin before leaving work and took a bus to Bukit Timah to meet my family for dinner. Came home, showered and went to granny's house to have some finger food as my aunt threw a mini party there. Almost slept on granny's (awesome!) OSIM massage chair till I finally convinced myself to go home, despite my mom telling my brother and I to go to their friend's house for supper. No more 3rd round! So I came home and watched the fireworks from my bedroom alone and fell asleep soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's a brand new year even though it seems like any other ordinary day. We still have our problems to face, our challenges to meet, but one will never know what great things the new year might bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. *pops party poppers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13486371-8403389590347153214?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8403389590347153214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8403389590347153214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8403389590347153214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8403389590347153214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-you-and-i-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVxJ-jSOhlI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DySe9ogUHjw/s72-c/DSC07442edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2963231115930811734</id><published>2008-12-29T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:24:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVjpzTx9jfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QzV0mxrxknM/s1600-h/DSC02174edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVjpzTx9jfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QzV0mxrxknM/s320/DSC02174edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285231230411705842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who I spent my final days of 2008 with. &lt;/span&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/13486371-2963231115930811734?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2963231115930811734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2963231115930811734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2963231115930811734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2963231115930811734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-i-spent-my-final-days-of-2008-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVjpzTx9jfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/QzV0mxrxknM/s72-c/DSC02174edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-3747765697344215345</id><published>2008-12-25T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:59:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVL2ELDJRQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D93FxPvnpc8/s1600-h/3634057130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVL2ELDJRQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D93FxPvnpc8/s320/3634057130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555864404903170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's your Christmas wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The year is coming to an end yet again. On every 31st of December, we start to reconcile our memories of the events and happenings which we experienced during that year. Every year's journey is different and no doubt 2008 was an amazing trip to remember. I shall start recollecting my memories slightly earlier this time; on Christmas itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; I got enrolled to NP's Nursing course in April. Even though I often dread to go to school, I can't deny there are fun times of learning too! Whether I become a SN in future or not, I know the fundamentals of nursing patients, or any people who are in need of aid. Not forgetting, I've met plenty of new people in my school and of which, Jasmine and Rachel are ones who are normally by my side and I'm grateful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; Working at Paragon's Bakerzin (since 25th Feb) has been such a terrific experience. Certainly, I had my fair share of hard times working there. Everything starts from the bottom, and I'm glad I've survived (exactly!) 10 months of working there; from just being a server to becoming a barista and having a slight pay increment. I know it sounds pretty corny but I have to say it: I finally realised how hard it is to earn money. Initially, I planned to get myself an iPOD with my first pay, but then when it comes to terms of parting with my hard-earned money, I finally convinced myself not to get it anymore. And for these couple of months, I've been trying to cut down on my spending and trying to become more thrifty! Work ain't fun without good company and I'm delighted to have made a good number of friends there. Even (most of) the chefs are fun people, always joking around and trying to create their own new dishes. Glynnis has been my confidant at work (and outside of work!) and she'll always be there for me when work stress escalates. Through work, I saw various kind of people, be is customers or colleagues and it's really an eye-opener. Work also taught me to be a more patient, independent and calm person, and also taught me to accept criticism and wrong doings ethically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;  My love for concerts will never fade and I'm thrilled to have watched 3 this year: Club 8, Broken Social Scene and Camera Obscura! (Damn, I missed Death Cab for Cutie!) I can't wait for Stars to come in January and I'm anticipating for more fantastic bands to play here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; Surely, I do try to catch up with my 'old' friends when time permits. Jazreel, Joyce, Kitleng and Yeunsee are the love! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jazreel&lt;/span&gt;: My bffzxzxz, the person who has always been beside me whether thick or thin! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;: "Bitchy moi?" the person who always cracks me up even at most serious situations! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitleng &amp;amp; Yeunsee&lt;/span&gt;: The 2 lovelies who never fail to brighten up my day with their lame jokes and never-ending fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; and have a blessed 2009 to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-3747765697344215345?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/3747765697344215345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=3747765697344215345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3747765697344215345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3747765697344215345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-is-coming-to-end-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SVL2ELDJRQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D93FxPvnpc8/s72-c/3634057130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7994924624722396401</id><published>2008-12-14T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:01:35.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SUUbIIPki5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/MAKJj6ugz5M/s1600-h/DSC00949edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SUUbIIPki5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/MAKJj6ugz5M/s320/DSC00949edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279655964627471250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow will be the start of my 2 weeks of attachment! I dread to go and I'm praying the days will pass swiftly (and smoothly!). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glynnis organized a chalet for Bakerzin part-timers this coming Monday to Wednesday. But I can only go for a while on Tuesday,  I think. ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm caught in between JP and PA's Bakerzin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My eye bags ain't getting better. I'm best friends with panda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've yet to do Christmas shopping. Damn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm anticipating the end of attachment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go Kbox, strangely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm looking forward to this Sunday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*dozing off*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shall go wash up now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You put on a facade just to cover up your melancholy. And no one ever knew cause you're such a great actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-7994924624722396401?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7994924624722396401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7994924624722396401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7994924624722396401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7994924624722396401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-tomorrow-will-be-start-of-my-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SUUbIIPki5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/MAKJj6ugz5M/s72-c/DSC00949edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8349567097700173606</id><published>2008-12-10T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:52:11.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/ST_kH6GJGNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uKUab2VXAkw/s1600-h/DSC01152edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/ST_kH6GJGNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uKUab2VXAkw/s320/DSC01152edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278188112806746322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The monkey on your back is the latest trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've lost my appetite ever since Kbox on Saturday. And that includes sleepless nights too. I've barely got enough rest the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work started out fine today; jokes early in the morning, doing bar was manageable..until evening, when I started feeling giddy and nauseous. Suddenly I had difficulty breathing, my whole body (from my head to toe) started feeling numb and had pins and needles. I could barley stand and I fell to the ground in the kitchen. I breathed hastily and heavily. The chefs surrounding me called for Ken and Alix. They kept asking what's wrong with me but I couldn't reply. They lifted me up to take a seat, fed me with warm water and kept rubbing my cold hands. They also discussed that I should go home early and about how I was going to get home, until I decided to call my mom. What a mistake. After about 30 to 40 minutes, I felt slightly better (but still felt quite numb) and Fiona accompanied me to the toilet. I had to drag my heavy feet and customers were staring at me. I went to take a cab back to Bukit Batok (as instructed by my brother) and to meet him at the clinic. The doctor examined me and said I suffered from hyperventilation due to emotional and physical stress. This is the second time it happened to me (I didn't visit the doctor the first time) and it was more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event seemed pretty dramatic and it's kind of embarrassing, especially when one or two of the staffs saw me at this state before. I feel so lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8349567097700173606?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8349567097700173606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8349567097700173606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8349567097700173606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8349567097700173606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/above-blender.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/ST_kH6GJGNI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uKUab2VXAkw/s72-c/DSC01152edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6406497397488032885</id><published>2008-12-08T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:38:41.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STwH-vorAEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iJ9vFUue3wk/s1600-h/DSCN0250.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/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STwH-vorAEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iJ9vFUue3wk/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277101637891719234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scene kept replaying in my mind today. I thought it was just a random notion. It wasn't cause it really did happen.&lt;/span&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/13486371-6406497397488032885?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6406497397488032885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6406497397488032885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6406497397488032885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6406497397488032885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/scene-kept-replaying-in-my-mind-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STwH-vorAEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/iJ9vFUue3wk/s72-c/DSCN0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-5294114966862285448</id><published>2008-12-07T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:10:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STs2jjaCFvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nisCZjK2drE/s1600-h/IMG_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STs2jjaCFvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nisCZjK2drE/s320/IMG_5826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276871372822419186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's all play pretend, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working non-stop since Tuesday, and spent almost a third of this week's pay already: Chalet, colleague's birthday present, sunblock, transport and not forgetting (my very first time) Kbox session with colleagues to celebrate a birthday after work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost backed out last minute- I was fatigued and felt like going home. I went in the end, thinking that I'll just be there for an hour or 2, starting slightly after 11. I didn't know a room at Kbox is huge (and very expensive!). Spent my time listening and laughing and taking care of Glyn. Only till the final 30 minutes, I went to sit at the back of the room cause I was in a daze; too tired! A couple of people got tipsy- imagine the amount of Chivas they purchased! And the way they drank was madness! I only had 2 tiny sips from Eileen and I didn't really fancy it. I left slightly after 3am when I almost dozed off on the sofa. Hopped on a cab home, which costed me $17! *heart shatters* I slept at about 5am after showering and reading Saturday's newspapers and reconciling about what happened at Kbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take a shower and head to work. I feel so shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;How am I supposed to feel because of what you did and said? I think I should stop self-denying too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13486371-5294114966862285448?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/5294114966862285448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=5294114966862285448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5294114966862285448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5294114966862285448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-all-play-pretend-shall-we-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STs2jjaCFvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nisCZjK2drE/s72-c/IMG_5826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-3766108849223161607</id><published>2008-12-01T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:53:58.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STLNMwqn90I/AAAAAAAAAZg/k7RLH3GXT84/s1600-h/DSC02576edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STLNMwqn90I/AAAAAAAAAZg/k7RLH3GXT84/s320/DSC02576edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274503732710078274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Elkana &amp;amp; Glynnis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;December is here. December is here. December is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final month of 2008. Time flies, too quick, too soon. I should start deliberating on my 2009's resolution. I've got a couple in mind already and no doubt some are still the same as 2008's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've also got to start my Christmas shopping soon- I don't want to drown myself in the massive crowd. Perhaps I'll go in the morning one of these days, before starting work in the afternoon. And I reckon I should give myself something for Christmas too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-3766108849223161607?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/3766108849223161607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=3766108849223161607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3766108849223161607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3766108849223161607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-elkana-glynnis-december-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/STLNMwqn90I/AAAAAAAAAZg/k7RLH3GXT84/s72-c/DSC02576edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1518361403354563930</id><published>2008-11-28T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:24:11.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SS7LQxi3DiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/37RMZMHtpjo/s1600-h/IMG_4628+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SS7LQxi3DiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/37RMZMHtpjo/s320/IMG_4628+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273375702735326754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How soon is now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT just ended. Hooray and no hooray. Met up with Jazreel and she came over to my house for a while and headed to take a bus to IKEA. Had a light lunch and proceeded to wander ourselves around the building. It's so embarrassing that I forgot to purchase a bulb for my pretty lamp when I got home. Oh and I bought wrapping paper and ribbon and chopping board and a soft toy rat. Had some small bites at the IKEA Cafe, went to Anchor Point and Queensway Shopping Centre thereafter. Met her sister and headed to Bukit Batok as they needed to get some groceries while I had a haircut. Went to their house to have dinner and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so straight forward. Ha, I want to blog and I don't want to blog. Okay nevermind. I feel so restless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, photoshoot in a couple of hours with Jasmine. Something to perk me up a little!&lt;br /&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/13486371-1518361403354563930?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1518361403354563930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1518361403354563930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1518361403354563930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1518361403354563930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-soon-is-now-ct-just-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SS7LQxi3DiI/AAAAAAAAAZY/37RMZMHtpjo/s72-c/IMG_4628+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6042171476049480872</id><published>2008-11-24T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:42:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SSq7fR9hlqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/R4bIhdCeUqU/s1600-h/IMG_4669edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SSq7fR9hlqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/R4bIhdCeUqU/s320/IMG_4669edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272232459862382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH, JASMINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had a surprise celebration for her yesterday! Pretty well planned- should have taken a shot of how astounded she was! ;D Giving you my greatest blessings and wishes! And lot's of love too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the best for common test this week! Haha! So anti-climax. *toothy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it short. Pharmacology is screaming for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/13486371-6042171476049480872?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6042171476049480872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6042171476049480872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6042171476049480872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6042171476049480872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-17th-jasmine-had-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SSq7fR9hlqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/R4bIhdCeUqU/s72-c/IMG_4669edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1863477480088629620</id><published>2008-11-20T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:38:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SSWAJLtdTqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pwQZR7P80mQ/s1600-h/Photo+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SSWAJLtdTqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pwQZR7P80mQ/s320/Photo+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270759834157665954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness on a shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this quiz on Yeun's blog and thought I should give it a go! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&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 intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; [Obviously I hate conflicts.. Intelligent?! Ha! NOT.]&lt;/span&gt;&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 like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Uhh?]&lt;/span&gt;&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 meet that person. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Ha!]&lt;/span&gt;&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;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Okayyy?]&lt;/span&gt;&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 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Hmm..]&lt;/span&gt;&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're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; [I hope so.]&lt;/span&gt;&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 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; [Photography? Nursing? Photography?]&lt;/span&gt;&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 things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;[Serious? I didn't even think of that.]&lt;/span&gt;&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;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; [Ha yes, perhaps?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Common Test next week! I'm not even prepared. At all. I've just finished my 1500 word NR assignment (I think I wrote around there. 3 pages full, didn't leave any lines. Is it counted? Ha!) and I think I wrote a pile of crap, besides "copying and pasting" from other articles. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ain't working this week and I'll miss (almost!) everyone, especially Glynnis (quit grinning!) and Elkana. Oh and I heard that Elkana is transferring to another outlet soon. All the good people are leaving one by one, WHY?! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1863477480088629620?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1863477480088629620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1863477480088629620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1863477480088629620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1863477480088629620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness-on-shelf-i-saw-this-quiz-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SSWAJLtdTqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/pwQZR7P80mQ/s72-c/Photo+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8223289529440335840</id><published>2008-11-15T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:43:08.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SR6-5reSDiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cCqg5GmFzYc/s1600-h/friesat12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SR6-5reSDiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cCqg5GmFzYc/s320/friesat12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268858512201616930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recently, my life is just revolving around school, work, school, work. Undoubtedly, I still have my share of fun sometimes. I anticipate work on Fridays and Saturdays. It keeps me busy, keep my mind off things and also earn some extra income for myself. Well, I didn't work today and won't be working next week because CT is arriving. Damn dreadful. So during this period, I should (and will!) be hitting the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRISCILLA (: Best wishes from me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13486371-8223289529440335840?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8223289529440335840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8223289529440335840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8223289529440335840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8223289529440335840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-work-recently-my-life-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SR6-5reSDiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cCqg5GmFzYc/s72-c/friesat12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6110713136286891035</id><published>2008-11-02T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:28:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SQ1uX5sCsUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/v3hZj6qDl3M/s1600-h/picnik_download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SQ1uX5sCsUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/v3hZj6qDl3M/s320/picnik_download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263984896367571266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another new month yet again. This signifies receiving my pay (oh this compliments with my picture above!), lecturers rushing through the modules, extra practical lessons, practical &amp;amp; common tests and just slightly more than a month to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand CMBio. I don't understand AAP. I can't remember the formulas for Pharmacology. I can't remember the equipments and steps for NSL. What's with FON? What's with Nursing Research? Why SAWI? Why am I online when I should be trying to cramp every single detail of each module into my head? &amp;amp; Why am I complaining now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go do something more productive now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-6110713136286891035?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6110713136286891035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6110713136286891035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6110713136286891035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6110713136286891035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-this-it-another-new-month-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SQ1uX5sCsUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/v3hZj6qDl3M/s72-c/picnik_download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8000908584805610858</id><published>2008-10-26T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:11:24.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SQNohSp7OII/AAAAAAAAAUw/Kw5D-5tWZTw/s1600-h/DSC00962edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SQNohSp7OII/AAAAAAAAAUw/Kw5D-5tWZTw/s320/DSC00962edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261163710851528834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just so wrong, yet I'm still missing it.&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/13486371-8000908584805610858?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8000908584805610858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8000908584805610858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8000908584805610858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8000908584805610858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-just-so-wrong-yet-im-still-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SQNohSp7OII/AAAAAAAAAUw/Kw5D-5tWZTw/s72-c/DSC00962edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6731034383775199981</id><published>2008-10-16T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:15:34.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTzNGbWXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R3z9aOI4hc8/s1600-h/mondaysareliketuesdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTzNGbWXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R3z9aOI4hc8/s320/mondaysareliketuesdays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763229133396338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTzkIBNmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Jr5xZOyyNME/s1600-h/razzledazzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTzkIBNmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Jr5xZOyyNME/s320/razzledazzle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763235314087522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTz6h700I/AAAAAAAAAUo/-gUjTAypNUU/s1600-h/relativeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTz6h700I/AAAAAAAAAUo/-gUjTAypNUU/s320/relativeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257763241328366402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the outcome of having a long day at school. Well, not exactly.. beloved Jasmine and I just love to take random pictures! *toothy grin*&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/13486371-6731034383775199981?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6731034383775199981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6731034383775199981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6731034383775199981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6731034383775199981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-outcome-of-having-long-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPdTzNGbWXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R3z9aOI4hc8/s72-c/mondaysareliketuesdays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-996155102120801353</id><published>2008-10-13T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:58:15.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPNTdFC2cJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uCNWYV4mrO0/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPNTdFC2cJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uCNWYV4mrO0/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256636949106946194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent my last 7 weeks of holidays having attachment (for 3 weeks) and working almost everyday for a month. Of course I still have a social life! Oh, I take a bus home with Christine when we end work at the same time, so yay for that! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I served a famous Bollywood actor (Sharuhk Khan? I don't know how to spell) at Bakerzin a few days ago. The funny thing was that I didn't know who he was, though I sort of overheard their conversation about the President's Star Charity, so I guessed he was an actor. And he claimed that the curry was spicy and he kept asking me to get him macaroons. He's really nice by the way, not those kind of stuck-up famous actors. So yesterday, when I watched PSC, I exclaimed that I served that man (referring to that Bollywood actor) and my brother went bonkers. Alright, end of story. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School started today. Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/13486371-996155102120801353?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/996155102120801353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=996155102120801353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/996155102120801353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/996155102120801353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-red-i-spent-my-last-7-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SPNTdFC2cJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uCNWYV4mrO0/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4972827638862894285</id><published>2008-10-05T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:09:48.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SOer36iMeoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tku56Lg8Aug/s1600-h/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SOer36iMeoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tku56Lg8Aug/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253356467444808322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undertow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a sum up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My right hand is getting rough. And I'm getting loads of cuts and blood loss on both hands. The consequence of being a barista?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a horrible day to start October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad habit of having a bit of supper when I reach home after work (say, 12 midnight?) I was famished! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My poor black jeans and shoes were stained by the bleach at work. Dang!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One more week to a new semester in school. Not looking forward?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fatigue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to watch Camera Obscura on 29th October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was thinking of celebrating Halloween for fun. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trick or treat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received my pay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleepy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supposed to meet up with some people but time is not on our side!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning to get moisturizer for my poor hands. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay I can't help it. I'm dozing off in front of the computer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then!&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/13486371-4972827638862894285?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4972827638862894285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4972827638862894285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4972827638862894285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4972827638862894285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/10/undertow-just-sum-up-my-right-hand-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SOer36iMeoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tku56Lg8Aug/s72-c/IMG_0751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-3845217251248965258</id><published>2008-09-29T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:47:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SN-7EbiTVmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fe2lP38pqyg/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SN-7EbiTVmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fe2lP38pqyg/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251121375322789474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mix up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything I do or say seems so wrong. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Explanation=being argumentative?" &lt;/span&gt; I've already tried my hardest to think before I speak. I've already tried my hardest not to be so sensitive. I've already tried my hardest to speak nicely; explain with patience. I've already tried my hardest to interact with them whenever I can as I hardly see them since I'm working. I've already tried my hardest for so many things. And what do I get in return?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I hate talking to you 'cause you're always talk like that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I hate your attitude. No wonder everyone dislikes you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Stop explaining. All of them are plain excuses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Quit showing your (sulky) face."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both of them are equally changing. Both of them are just equally strange. Both of them are always finding excuses. Both of them are always distracted when I speak to them. Is it something wrong with them or is it just me? I've already  bottled my frustrations towards them. I've already spilled part of it earlier yesterday morning (Sunday), and I don't regret it. And you said it's nonsense? Go ask the other two- they know and had seen it countless times; we just keep mum about it. Contemplate upon yourself, both of you. Even he agrees with me but chose not to care. Why should I care so much? And cease assuming when both of you don't even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can maunder about this until hell freezes over. But I shall stop and be quiet for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/13486371-3845217251248965258?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/3845217251248965258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=3845217251248965258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3845217251248965258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3845217251248965258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/09/mix-up-everything-i-do-or-say-seems-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SN-7EbiTVmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Fe2lP38pqyg/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6245163387368684834</id><published>2008-09-23T01:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:05:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfYeORavEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/y_9SMLjkZUw/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfYeORavEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/y_9SMLjkZUw/s320/IMG_0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248901904462429250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I haven't been updating my blog for more than 2 weeks. Innumerable events/stuff took place- I ain't got a clue where to begin! I won't blog everything in detail; just bits and pieces for me to reminisce those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I had my very first hospital attachment. NUH, Ward 41, I shall remember. It's an introduction to my (possible) job in future. Within those 3 weeks, I've learnt and got numerous hands-on with so many tasks and skills, met with patients with various cases, learnt new terms and equipments, being a (sympathetic) listener, sharing the patients' and/or their relatives' anguish, had fun (unexpectedly!) learning... I received plenty of encouragements from the patients, that becoming what I'm learning is the best job, the best endeavour and it takes a great deal of heart to care for complete strangers. Their words incentivize me- but am I ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfiEE2_YCI/AAAAAAAAATw/1VvHd33AB3k/s1600-h/Photo0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfiEE2_YCI/AAAAAAAAATw/1VvHd33AB3k/s320/Photo0493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248912450375344162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I met up with 2 people I haven't hung out with for an awfully long time- Priscilla and Shilei! Both of them share the same passion as I have- photography; it was great bringing our cameras out and taking random shots of one another/together! It was even better catching up with each other over a meal- laughing, gossiping and recollecting our secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfgliF7bbI/AAAAAAAAATY/88BBRDOkJQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfgliF7bbI/AAAAAAAAATY/88BBRDOkJQ4/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248910826135055794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfgmLE04OI/AAAAAAAAATg/Ze-zi_uNCaE/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfgmLE04OI/AAAAAAAAATg/Ze-zi_uNCaE/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248910837136285922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you both! Meet up again soon, alright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thirdly, my 2 dearest friends- Yeun and Kit! I celebrated my (post) birthday with them on 4th September and had our "tradition" of treating each other to meals on our birthdays. So yes, I treated them! I love them both to death despite living entirely different lives and meet up infrequently. Oh and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KIT! You're finally the same age as Yeun and I! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfhjQDROrI/AAAAAAAAATo/mB6ConLo89k/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfhjQDROrI/AAAAAAAAATo/mB6ConLo89k/s320/DSC00918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248911886443952818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neoprints make us feel like 14 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, I miss the 3 J's- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jazreel, Joyce and Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life these couple of days had (and has!) been work, work, WORK. I barely have time to even interact with my family. I still have a social life though, if you're wondering. I take day(s) off to go out with my friends. Oh, Christine and I meet up to go home together when we finish work at the same time; which is good so we can have each other to talk/complain to on the way! Anyway, working can distant my thoughts/troubles sometimes, especially when being a barista. And can you believe I find wiping cutleries (at work) can be therapeutic from time to time? Of course I do get weary and pooped with work at times- who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a fraction of the cause of being (mentally) fatigue is due to the hiccups I'm encountering: family, school and you. Well, just about everything. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, it's almost 3am now. Just realised I took such a long time to type this entry. And also, I just fathomed I have to get up early to work full shift tomorrow. My body clock is wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13486371-6245163387368684834?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6245163387368684834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6245163387368684834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6245163387368684834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6245163387368684834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/09/doubt-i-know-i-havent-been-updating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SNfYeORavEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/y_9SMLjkZUw/s72-c/IMG_0641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4945160142914424167</id><published>2008-09-05T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:14:15.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SMFaAabz3BI/AAAAAAAAATI/c7-VOVuB-OE/s1600-h/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SMFaAabz3BI/AAAAAAAAATI/c7-VOVuB-OE/s320/IMG_1765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242570404378434578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Follow your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, follow your instincts.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be deceived; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have you got to say?&lt;/span&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/13486371-4945160142914424167?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4945160142914424167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4945160142914424167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4945160142914424167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4945160142914424167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/09/follow-your-heart-follow-your-instincts.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SMFaAabz3BI/AAAAAAAAATI/c7-VOVuB-OE/s72-c/IMG_1765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7887561792099979842</id><published>2008-09-03T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:29:23.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SL5NzZaZ3rI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7I0GrfJoDRQ/s1600-h/DSC00880edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SL5NzZaZ3rI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7I0GrfJoDRQ/s320/DSC00880edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241712561696136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that happened during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd September 2007&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd September 2008&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turning 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying for Prelims&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying and sitting for Os&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prom and _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked at JBP for 5 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 month of being jobless (I quit the the job at JBP. Lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Club 8 concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got Os result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked and still working at Bakerzin- met a number of wonderful people there (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Broken Social Scene concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attachment and more attachments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work and more work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed Death Cab for Cutie's concert (damn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nike Human Race (aka Nikeplus run)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turning 17&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've only noted down what I can remember. Anyway, so far, I've spent half the day at NUH for attachment. And later we're going out for dinner. I don't feel like I've turned 17, or to be precise, I don't actually feel like it's my birthday either. Just feel that a part of me is still 16. And thank you to those who wished me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S The sunflower was given by Shilei! Thank you for making my Friday last week! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13486371-7887561792099979842?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7887561792099979842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7887561792099979842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7887561792099979842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7887561792099979842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/09/seventeen-events-that-happened-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SL5NzZaZ3rI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7I0GrfJoDRQ/s72-c/DSC00880edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-5806265695278403825</id><published>2008-08-31T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:37:25.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLqn1syH5HI/AAAAAAAAASA/DyLmtT0ABzU/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLqn1syH5HI/AAAAAAAAASA/DyLmtT0ABzU/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685657395291250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACHIEVEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went for the Nikeplus run today! Mom initially signed up for herself, but she asked me to run instead after seeing (on the day of the goodie bag collection) that most of the participants were around my age. HAHA! The race started at around 4.30pm. Weird timing, eh? But guess what? Other participants around the world are running at the same as us! It's pretty cool thinking about it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jogged most of the time. I walked at some parts due to human traffic and because I was really exhausted. Started picking up my pace at the 8km mark. When I saw the finishing point from a distance (around 2oom away), I was like, "finally!". Mom was waiting for me at the finishing point and she was really happy for me! Yay! Felt a sense of accomplishment too! It's my first mass run and I guess there's more to follow! :D Oh yes, the finishers get a bracelet too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLqn19Z0BaI/AAAAAAAAASI/heJBrbT1P4w/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLqn19Z0BaI/AAAAAAAAASI/heJBrbT1P4w/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685661856728482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! And the tee is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; too! Heehee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had Burger King junk for the first time in over a year. Mom's "great" idea. (since she claimed she hadn't ate it for many years and that she parked her car at Millenia Walk and wanted to grab something more affordable for dinner.) I have to admit, the fries were delish! Guess it's because I didn't eat it for such a long time? (Besides Mos Burger's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect way to end August. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-5806265695278403825?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/5806265695278403825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=5806265695278403825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5806265695278403825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5806265695278403825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/achievement-i-went-for-nikeplus-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLqn1syH5HI/AAAAAAAAASA/DyLmtT0ABzU/s72-c/IMG_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2862382857552674707</id><published>2008-08-24T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:19:35.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLBGLSAperI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qC0gfVOj8iA/s1600-h/IMG_9823edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLBGLSAperI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qC0gfVOj8iA/s320/IMG_9823edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237763526258948786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ACKNOWLEDGMENT IS KEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-esteem; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;evanescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/13486371-2862382857552674707?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2862382857552674707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2862382857552674707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2862382857552674707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2862382857552674707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/acknowledgment-is-key.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SLBGLSAperI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qC0gfVOj8iA/s72-c/IMG_9823edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1394571203348953706</id><published>2008-08-23T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:07:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SK7_2f6gdyI/AAAAAAAAARw/IsJJHu1981o/s1600-h/IMG_9946edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SK7_2f6gdyI/AAAAAAAAARw/IsJJHu1981o/s320/IMG_9946edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237404728423380770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside of them is everything you would be if only you could be different.&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/13486371-1394571203348953706?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1394571203348953706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1394571203348953706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1394571203348953706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1394571203348953706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/inside-of-them-is-everything-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SK7_2f6gdyI/AAAAAAAAARw/IsJJHu1981o/s72-c/IMG_9946edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6569295112781760940</id><published>2008-08-18T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:54:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkRg2RD5aI/AAAAAAAAARI/lY58WxA_Lik/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkRg2RD5aI/AAAAAAAAARI/lY58WxA_Lik/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235735297815471522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANDY! More photoshoots after your Os, alright? I've got loads of new locations and ideas in mind! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life hasn't been that interesting lately, since I had exams and staying up late studying "with" Jasmine. I hope it's worth it, even though it's partially last minute. Oh well. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun Saturday with Yeun, Kit and Faith, despite the screwed-up AAP exam earlier that morning. Met them in the mid-afternoon and headed to Methodist School of Music because Yeun booked a studio to practice her piano exam pieces. Faith and I brought our badminton rackets as we were going to play badminton after that. Faith felt pretty bored thus, took out her badminton racket to self-entertain. (Well, she played with me initially, but I stopped to play the piano) And as always, Faith started "bullying" Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkX1nFOJsI/AAAAAAAAARY/DX4nNtHDVMg/s1600-h/DSC00787edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkX1nFOJsI/AAAAAAAAARY/DX4nNtHDVMg/s320/DSC00787edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235742251586299586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkX1Qei0OI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yDiTgCLw6TQ/s1600-h/DSC00788edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkX1Qei0OI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yDiTgCLw6TQ/s320/DSC00788edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235742245518495970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CRAZY. Oh, Faith and I also took a ridiculous video of Kit spinning on the wheelchair, looking like a total goon! Really comical, we were laughing ourselves silly. Poor Yeun, I think she got distracted by our silly actions! We proceeded to Yeun's house thereafter to play a few rounds of badminton. We laughed our asses off- awfully entertaining. Should do this more often, yea? ;) It was around 7pm by then. Yeun's mom was extremely kind to treat Kit and I (Faith couldn't make it) to Mos Burger for dinner. (Thank you! :D ) What a Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect the rain to stop soon, 'cause I want to go swimming later in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should go start revising for PAS now! Till then!&lt;br /&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/13486371-6569295112781760940?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6569295112781760940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6569295112781760940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6569295112781760940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6569295112781760940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/andy-more-photoshoots-after-your-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKkRg2RD5aI/AAAAAAAAARI/lY58WxA_Lik/s72-c/IMG_0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2506056559249975045</id><published>2008-08-12T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:25:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKFWX4bXLxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tnOFb1R4xIA/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKFWX4bXLxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tnOFb1R4xIA/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233559210265358098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where's the drive? Get moving!&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/13486371-2506056559249975045?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2506056559249975045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2506056559249975045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2506056559249975045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2506056559249975045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-drive-get-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SKFWX4bXLxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/tnOFb1R4xIA/s72-c/IMG_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-964628216927341573</id><published>2008-08-10T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:45:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJ3G9iCcYyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/moOEqclVhfs/s1600-h/DSC00322edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJ3G9iCcYyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/moOEqclVhfs/s320/DSC00322edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232557102485758754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember to miss the person you favoured the most and the things you promised her. And, you- don't forget to miss her like how you indirectly assured her you won't."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-964628216927341573?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/964628216927341573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=964628216927341573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/964628216927341573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/964628216927341573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember-to-miss-person-you-favoured.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJ3G9iCcYyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/moOEqclVhfs/s72-c/DSC00322edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-3707009946689273170</id><published>2008-08-09T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:52:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJ0iias4afI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l_4bVbRcOHc/s1600-h/IMG_9814-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJ0iias4afI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l_4bVbRcOHc/s320/IMG_9814-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232376316752849394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YEUN SEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; Singapore too (:&lt;br /&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/13486371-3707009946689273170?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/3707009946689273170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=3707009946689273170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3707009946689273170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3707009946689273170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-yeun-see-d-oh-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJ0iias4afI/AAAAAAAAAPw/l_4bVbRcOHc/s72-c/IMG_9814-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7908965796721344669</id><published>2008-08-08T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:12:15.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVvXAGqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s4S7DSRy48M/s1600-h/DSC00611edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVvXAGqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s4S7DSRy48M/s320/DSC00611edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232096823006468770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVmunz6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/EvEriaz9eM0/s1600-h/DSC00613edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVmunz6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/EvEriaz9eM0/s320/DSC00613edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232096820689620898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVxIUzfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4RnYxsylNIU/s1600-h/DSC01278+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVxIUzfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/4RnYxsylNIU/s320/DSC01278+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232096823481781746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is how I spent 080808; back to blogging &amp;amp; fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think my URL sounds bimbotic-ly cool. Haha! :D &amp;amp; please don't bother about my ancient posts (i.e the previous post was like, way back in February 2007?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-7908965796721344669?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7908965796721344669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7908965796721344669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7908965796721344669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7908965796721344669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work.'/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/SJwkVvXAGqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/s4S7DSRy48M/s72-c/DSC00611edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4493987928600881616</id><published>2007-02-16T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T16:56:15.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>We had CNY celebration in school today, which, no offence, was totally humiliating. Yes, I should thank them on the other hand for making the celebration possible. But look: Rap and breakdance during CNY?! That's totally shit and it doesn't suit the CNY mood. I'd rather have Chinese Opera coming to our school to "dong dong qiang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I went to watch Epic Movie with Shitshilei today. Honestly, it was an utter disappointment for a $7.50 ticket and a really crappy show. The show lasted for about 1 hour 10 minutes! That's really short. And, I feel that the movie should be rather NC16 instead of PG. Oh well, I watched it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, after CIP, Jazreel and I rushed to IMH (Institute of Mental Health). Not because we wanted to be admitted there (haha, so not funny, i know) but to volunteer our help to the mentally disabled people there. We went to the female ward (my brother was there to help as well). Had activities such as CNY decorations, passing the beach ball, sing-along sessions.. It was fun, but heart-breaking at the same time to see 40 to 60 year old people having minds of a 8 year old. I'd definitely love to return there to help again. Even though IMH is situated at Seng Kang, I feel that if you've got the heart to volunteer to accompany these patients, distance doesn't matter at all. (: (I'm not being hoity-toity here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some work. I've got to attend a reunion dinner tonight, and off I go to Bangkok tomorrow morning with my family! Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-4493987928600881616?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4493987928600881616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4493987928600881616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4493987928600881616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4493987928600881616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/02/off-tomorrow.html' title='Off tomorrow!'/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8176002231915519198</id><published>2007-02-09T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:05:45.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrills</title><content type='html'>I'm so thrilled today! Firstly, I passed my Chemistry class test, though I could have done slightly better. Secondly... my brother got 15 points for 'O' level! (L1R5) To add on to this buoyant news, he got an A1 for English! :D I felt as if I was the one who received the results, because I'm just overly-happy for him! Yay! My parents are ecstatic and joyful parents now! Never seen them in this emotion for a long time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post but a happy one! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, CIP tomorrow, damn. Okay, so not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8176002231915519198?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8176002231915519198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8176002231915519198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8176002231915519198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8176002231915519198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/02/thrills.html' title='Thrills'/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4736342049329705955</id><published>2007-02-03T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:05:45.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I skipped tuition today, since mum wants to go on a short shopping trip and due to my laziness. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was dreadful yet again. And again. I had a fall during PE on Thursday, damn shoe, got loose! ): I'm accident prone! So now the stupid injury is prickling me and I limp while I walk now. It's so execrable, so godawful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, shut the whining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The internet in my house is darn irritating. It can only last for a while, and later, takes an exceeding long time to load.  Because of that, I've got to drag myself to my brother's room to switch off the internet, and switch it on again. I think the internet only lasts well for 10 to 15 minutes. I don't know how come blogger is working whereas the other sites are not working now. Screwed internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the brighter side, I've received part of my UK parcel from Jean about 3 days ago, which is a Jamie Oliver calendar! I love it, but I placed it in my brother's room instead. I think it's more suitable for him. And mum got me a blouse for CNY today, okay, I should be buoyant! :] In addition to that, I have yet another something to look forward to next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-4736342049329705955?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4736342049329705955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4736342049329705955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4736342049329705955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4736342049329705955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-skipped-tuition-today-since-mum-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1596565286495477211</id><published>2007-01-29T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:13:47.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me, special needs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Rb2mJIdd9VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RfdrHUhFa7w/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Rb2mJIdd9VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RfdrHUhFa7w/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025355435035456850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday, when I opened the letter box, I received a green envelope. My parcel from Malin (Sweden) finally arrived! I was filled with anticipation! I poured out all the stuff that she gave me. Look at the picture! (: There are quite a number of things stuffed inside the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hand-made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tote bag with a matching purse&lt;br /&gt;2) Cylinder bag&lt;br /&gt;3) 1950's inspired kitten softie&lt;br /&gt;4) Knitted pastel-coloured teddy key chain&lt;br /&gt;5) Moomin cards&lt;br /&gt;6) Printed craft tutorials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purchased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Vintage necklace&lt;br /&gt;2) Tinkerbell coin purse&lt;br /&gt;3) Disney note papers&lt;br /&gt;4) Penguin letter set&lt;br /&gt;5) 1 bar of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;6) 2 tiny boxes of candies&lt;br /&gt;7) 3 pieces of fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a letter, of course! :] Everything looks so wonderful! I can never thank her enough, especially her hand-made stuff. We're already planning for a second swap, even though my parcel has yet to reach her, and that makes me feel guilty though. So I've decided, from my swap with Jean (UK) onwards, I'm going to send all parcels by air, though it's expensive. ): Just scrimp and save after I get their stuff! It takes like 2 to 3 months by surface, so it's unfair if their parcel reaches me first. Phyllis and Malin haven't received their parcels from me yet. Damn ship, move faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, starting from today's post, I shall write titles. I don't know why I suddenly thought of this after like, about 19 months of blogging! My titles may sound crap sometimes, heh, but heck. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dozing off during lessons lately, and that is a bad thing. I can't help it, a few lessons are boring me out, or should I just blame myself for not having "mental stamina". Can't keep that as a habit, for this is a very crucial year. (Like what teachers and parents always reiterate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to motivate myself to do some work. Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1596565286495477211?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1596565286495477211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1596565286495477211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1596565286495477211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1596565286495477211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/01/remember-me-special-needs.html' title='Remember me, special needs.'/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/Rb2mJIdd9VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RfdrHUhFa7w/s72-c/IMG_2939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1718639333672562807</id><published>2007-01-20T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:40:48.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, my life has been pretty dreadful. At least reading and replying emails make me happy. Besides, school life is screwed one way or another. Boring lessons, crappy tests and ____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the temple on Thursday, to mark my granddad's first year death anniversary.  Being a Buddhist herself, Shilei was kind enough to accompany me after Physics remedial that day. I actually suggested on going to Lot 1 to buy some deco-tapes, but looking at the time and the threatening weather, I changed my mind and decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things to look forward to within the next few weeks. First up is a parcel from Malin! I'm anxious to see how the bag she sewed for me looks like, and other stuff she got for me! Secondly is Jean's parcel! She's sending over the Jamie Oliver's calendar first, before sending over the parcel because she mentioned that the calendar is of  "a strange size to be able to put anything else with it." I'm looking forward to it! Then after Chinese New Year, I'd be preparing a swap for Sara, whose from Minnesota. A small swap, to be specific. She requested for fabric and a particular craft magazine, which is unfortunately out of stock in Kinokuniya. I suppose it's rather expensive too. I'll save up then! And lastly will be a swap, combined with Shilei, for Carla from USA. She emailed both of us, surprisingly, so Shilei and I thought of combining! It'll be towards the end of February where the swapping will begin. Seems like I didn't keep my words, which is to stop swapping after the UK one. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've got another thing to look forward to during Chinese New Year. I'm going to _______! Go guess where I'll be going! (: (SHILEI, YOU CANNOT ANSWER THIS QUESTION!) It'll be the first time after about 5 years I'll be traveling overseas together with my family again. (Besides driving to Malaysia) I hope it'll be fun and I suppose I'll have the biggest luggage after the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1718639333672562807?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1718639333672562807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1718639333672562807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1718639333672562807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1718639333672562807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/01/lately-my-life-has-been-pretty-dreadful.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-885878069373694753</id><published>2007-01-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:19:50.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a really huge parcel from California on Wednesday, and I love every single thing. Look! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RaoqovpAXWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zYCcC7cUILw/s1600-h/IMG_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RaoqovpAXWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zYCcC7cUILw/s320/IMG_2599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019871614129429858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite bad because I sent my parcel to my swapper, Phyllis by surface, which could take up to 3 months to reach her doorstep.  She knows and she's okay with it. Malin from Sweden is sending a parcel for me quite soon, and my parcel for her is on the way. I hope both parcel's won't get lost at sea! I wish I had more cash to send them by air. ): Jean from UK is going to swap with me too! I'm getting some stuff for her quite soon, and hopefully I've got enough cash to send the parcel by air! It's exciting to shop for their gifts (though it burns a huge hole in my pocket) and to receive stuff from them as well, since I don't have the opportunity to travel to these long-distance countries yet. Mum says not to swap so often as I need to use loads of cash, which is true. Perhaps after the swap from UK, I've got to stop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school has been alright. Plenty of homework which I can't push myself to complete them sometimes. There's a leadership camp during the March holidays and it's located at St. John's Island. The sec 4s are supposed to train the sec 3s. Our joker discipline master told us that the island is really beautiful. Maybe I'll bring my camera along. Is this camp something to look forward to? Or...not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-885878069373694753?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/885878069373694753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=885878069373694753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/885878069373694753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/885878069373694753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-got-really-huge-parcel-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RaoqovpAXWI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zYCcC7cUILw/s72-c/IMG_2599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-430238946594753198</id><published>2007-01-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:08:47.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has started yet again. When I stepped into class on Wednesday, I was thinking that it's a new class all over again, because we changed quite a number of teachers. And I realised the new teachers took over our past teachers who couldn't control or tolerate our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, F&amp;amp;N 'O' level coursework question is going to be released in 2 to 3 weeks time! Think of the horror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Staying up late almost every night&lt;br /&gt;2. The amount of time we're going to use the computer&lt;br /&gt;3. Frustration when we're unable to find the specific information&lt;br /&gt;4. Refrain from asking our friends (but I think I still will. Perhaps just clues?)&lt;br /&gt;5. The stress!&lt;br /&gt;6. Must have really good time management (which I doubt I have)&lt;br /&gt;7. The amount of work that must be done&lt;br /&gt;8. To wonder whether we've done correctly or not&lt;br /&gt;9. The confusion&lt;br /&gt;10. OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Does that mean coursework is going to clash with Chinese New Year?! No more peaceful new year! ): Alright, just for 1 year. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at least there's something to look forward to this coming week! (:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-430238946594753198?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/430238946594753198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=430238946594753198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/430238946594753198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/430238946594753198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-has-started-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4551457549799605277</id><published>2007-01-01T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:18:01.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It'll be a whole new year in about 30 minutes time. Had many ups and downs this year. Plenty. Forget the downs. Remember the ups. Heh. Be MERRY HAPPY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had a rough beginning this year, both in school and back at home, I pulled through most of them. I still miss my granddad deeply and I will never forget him, especially all the love he showered on  both my brother and I-his only 2 grandchildren. I would think of him almost everyday and think of the memories we had together, specifically his adorable actions he makes and his what he calls me, Jolly, simply because he can't pronounce my name properly. But I love that name very much and now, no one will ever call me that anymore. (Okay, I'm getting emo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Franz Ferdinand's concert in February, and that made me love indie rock more. Since then, I listened to a variety of these kind of music! These kind of music will NEVER bore me out and they accompanied me wherever I went and each song fits to different moods of mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, we had our Sec 3 camp. We won the best cheer! Bonded us together during that period, but the bond never lasts, from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing memorable happened in April and May. However, in June, 40 of us, students were chosen to go to Perth! That was the most memorable even of this year. I'll never ever forget that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From July onwards, it was the most hectic semester! The F&amp;N coursework almost killed us! Luckily we're still alive and kicking! :D In August, my friend and I had to organise Teachers' Day. It was tough, yet we pulled through and it turned out quite successful! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September...my birthday! A quiet yet a pleasant one. Hectic month till October. Had our EOYs in October and straight after that, a couple of us from 3e2 and 3e4 had to present our Perth trip. Another hectic one for us. Especially Shilei, when she had to do up a video with our recorded videos and photos, and I to stay up with her (online, that is) to volunteer to accompany her to do the video.  It went great, Shilei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, a couple of us had to do up decorations for the oh-so-budget Prom, which went fairly well. From then until now, HOLIDAYS! (Alright, holidays are going to end soon. Grr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post for this year, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-4551457549799605277?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4551457549799605277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4551457549799605277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4551457549799605277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4551457549799605277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2007/01/itll-be-whole-new-year-in-about-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1778811431078611641</id><published>2006-12-29T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:20:46.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kitkat, Yeun and I had our annual sleep over yet again this year. We went for the Christmas countdown in Orchard on the 24th. It was super squeezy and we could hardly move, which we eventually did, of course. :D People sprayed foam on us and I didn't really like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUfHPHNd-I/AAAAAAAAADs/oew5qfNk1-c/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUfHPHNd-I/AAAAAAAAADs/oew5qfNk1-c/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947969323235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUfCfHNd9I/AAAAAAAAADk/1vn-Zh5C5NQ/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUfCfHNd9I/AAAAAAAAADk/1vn-Zh5C5NQ/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947887718856658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Me, Yeun and Kitkat. (Haha, Kitkat didn't bring Santa's hat along!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We headed to Yeun's house after the countdown. Surprisingly, the train wasn't packed and we could grab seats for ourselves. We reached her house at about 1 plus in the morning, bathed and didn't sleep till around 6am. (actually, Kitkat punctured at about 5am) Ah well, I'm too lazy to blog about it. Read it at &lt;a href="http://strawwberryheartt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitkat's&lt;/a&gt; blog (dated 26/12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, I shall rant about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUe4vHNd8I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZJ1ONLetZeU/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUe4vHNd8I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZJ1ONLetZeU/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947720215132098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUeqfHNd7I/AAAAAAAAADU/xNHiM3dlXvk/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUeqfHNd7I/AAAAAAAAADU/xNHiM3dlXvk/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947475401996210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUelvHNd6I/AAAAAAAAADM/h1q05y1yEVs/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUelvHNd6I/AAAAAAAAADM/h1q05y1yEVs/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947393797617570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore's a 'Clean and Green City?' Look at this mess the inconsiderate people made. ):&lt;  These empty foam tins were lying all over the area! It's so dangerous, someone might just slip and fall! Okay, you might be thinking this mess only happens once or twice a year, but what are dustbins made for? For you to poop? Even if the dustbins are like, overflowing, hold the empty tins in your hands and throw them in the next dustbin you see which is not filled. There are like, hundreds and thousands of dustbins in Orchard. And in almost every 5 to 10metres, you'll see a dustbin. It can't be that hard right?  These inconsiderate people are only making the sanitary engineers' lives harder. Yea, you may oppose and claim that it's their job to do this work. But, do your part and contribute to the environment, please. (Haha, I feel like one of the PAP leaders! Dream on, Jody!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUdA_HNd5I/AAAAAAAAADE/ltz-jWqBFwQ/s1600-h/15-02-06_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUdA_HNd5I/AAAAAAAAADE/ltz-jWqBFwQ/s320/15-02-06_1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013945662925797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I found this picture in my computer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Look, Jiawen! This is ancient! You had messy hair! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1778811431078611641?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1778811431078611641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1778811431078611641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1778811431078611641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1778811431078611641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/kitkat-yeun-and-i-had-our-annual-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RZUfHPHNd-I/AAAAAAAAADs/oew5qfNk1-c/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7278206510618134</id><published>2006-12-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:11:26.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alright, I know it's going to end soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-7278206510618134?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7278206510618134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7278206510618134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7278206510618134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7278206510618134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-alright-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4119715434702911405</id><published>2006-12-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:54:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYqaefHNd4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TI507aOaRiE/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYqaefHNd4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TI507aOaRiE/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010987383941592962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum yum. I love this picture my bro &amp; I took early in the morning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been cool these few days, which I like sometimes. The showers in the morning just make me reluctant to get out of bed, which I have to eventually. Lovely temperature for winter (just that Singapore doesn't have snow) but often the wet weather makes us hesitant in going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've yet to complete my holiday assignments. I've only done chemistry, social studies, some math and a few pathetic english questions. For all the times I told myself to do later, in the end, it'll not be done. Great, no determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know why but recently after viewing Gimme Your Stuff website, I'm into making my own bags and pouches or even stuff toys and maybe accessories. Anything to do with fabric. I've told mum about this, and I expected an answer which she really did reply, "Next year O levels and you still want to do this kind of thing. After your exams then you do." Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to Christmas! (excluding today) I made a really pretty card for horny Shilei, which I honestly couldn't bear to give it to her. (Shilei, post a picture of my card, okay! Heh!) I wanted to keep that card for myself, cos I feel so accomplished after making it &amp;amp; I'm so proud of the card I made! Heh. I'll make more cards tomorrow! So long! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-4119715434702911405?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4119715434702911405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4119715434702911405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4119715434702911405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4119715434702911405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/yum-yum.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYqaefHNd4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TI507aOaRiE/s72-c/IMG_0307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6001347434516821244</id><published>2006-12-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:07:38.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was out the whole day yesterday. My day started with piano lessons at 9am, but my teacher told me to wait till 9.30am. After that, I went to my beloved Jazreel's house. :D I miss her so much! Surfed the net with her and mock at 2 people which we don't even know. HAHA! Had lunch at her house and went to Old Ford Factory. Took plenty of pictures there! (I don't reckon we're supposed to do so. But, who cares. Heh.) Returned to her house and chatted. I needed to leave at 3.30, so Jazreel accompanied me to the bus-stop. Supposingly just to fetch me there, but she waited for the bus with me. HEH! Had so much fun with her, though only for a few hours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the SingPost at Westmall to send a parcel. Then I took a train towards Novena and met dearest Yeun there. Wanted to go to United Square for dinner, because we haven't been there before. We heeded Kitkat's instructions, which was to take the underpass to reach United Square. Yeun and I went to the underpass, and oh my, we reached Revenue House! Okay, so we headed toawards where we came from, and we didn't care about United Square anymore. We had dinner at Pepper Lunch at Novena Square or VeloCity. (Cos I suppose it's linked) We bought a stalk of white lily for Kitkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus towards Pek Kio CC where Kitkat's musical was held. We were fairly early as we reached the venue at 6.40pm when the musical only begins at 7pm. The chairs weren't set up, so Yeun and I thought that the organizers were late for setting up chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. Kids and more kids strolled in. Kids as in, 4 to 9 years old?! AHH! That's the reason why the chairs weren't set up- 'cos that musical was for KIDS. And Kitkat informed me that it's only going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; kiddy. (Oh, the musical only started about 7.30pm instead of 7pm) It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; kiddy, I tell you, except for the part where Kitkat's church choir sung, which was pretty good, though there were technical faults. The kids were so hysterical, loud and stubborn, as they can't listen to simple instructions. Well, Yeun and I were laughing throughout the whole thing. But half-way through, we were too tired to talk or laugh so we just "tried" to enjoy the kids event which was going on. Oh, luckily Kitkat's sister came, so we talked to each other. :D Then a magician came. Okay, the magic was quite impressive, that I must admit. Later, a fake santa claus came distributing presents to kids. Then it was lucky draw. (Yeun and I didn't know this activity was included. We could have gotten a prize if we knew. Heh.) After the lucky draw activity was done, everyone started going home. However the hilarious thing is, Kitkat's choir needed to sing the last song but everyone just left! OH MY! Honestly, I didn't know whether to feel bad for the choir or to laugh. Uh well, I laughed, of course. It was quite a funny sight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeun and I joked with Kitkat that we regretted getting the lily for her and luckily we didn't buy a bouquet of small roses. HAHA! Well, Kitkat's parents fetched 4 of us home, including her sister. Kitkat's mum bought drinks for us. Thanks! (: Joked a lot during our journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today,  Kitkat and I were supposed to meet up for our usual jog at 7.15am. As usual, I'm 5 minutes late again, but when I reached our 'meeting place', Kitkat wasn't there yet, as she's punctual practically everytime. So I waited for her. And waited. And waited. I wanted to go home and give her a call, but I'm hesitant to do so as I'm afraid she'll come when I'm at home. So I just waited patiently and this domestic helper who was washing her employer's car (that's what I reckon) kept looking at me.  Finally Kitkat came down at about 7.45/7.50am (I saw a passer-by's watch). The domestic helper saw Kitkat and turned to look at me. Haha, I think she must have thought I was freaky standing there for so long. Kitkat claimed that she woke up at 7.36am and tried to look for her spectacles but couldn't find it so she jogged without it. (Initially I thought she wore contact lenses. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here are some of the pictures Jazreel and I took yesterday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO3CvHNdyI/AAAAAAAAABg/M5j6l8ehLBs/s1600-h/Image039%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO3CvHNdyI/AAAAAAAAABg/M5j6l8ehLBs/s320/Image039%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009048468200453922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO2xvHNdxI/AAAAAAAAABY/Dh2aNZxa-Xw/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO2xvHNdxI/AAAAAAAAABY/Dh2aNZxa-Xw/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009048176142677778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO1xPHNdwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nSVwR4JwOJs/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO1xPHNdwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nSVwR4JwOJs/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009047068041115394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO1afHNdvI/AAAAAAAAABI/CRndTawIUkU/s1600-h/Image%28124%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO1afHNdvI/AAAAAAAAABI/CRndTawIUkU/s320/Image%28124%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009046677199091442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO1GPHNduI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fc7qJtUAOzc/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO1GPHNduI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fc7qJtUAOzc/s320/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009046329306740450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO0W_HNdtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Em0VWiQuc0c/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO0W_HNdtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Em0VWiQuc0c/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009045517557921490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYOz4_HNdsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cVrmGI9gfM0/s1600-h/Image%28125%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYOz4_HNdsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cVrmGI9gfM0/s320/Image%28125%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009045002161845954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/13486371-6001347434516821244?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6001347434516821244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6001347434516821244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6001347434516821244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6001347434516821244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-out-whole-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RYO3CvHNdyI/AAAAAAAAABg/M5j6l8ehLBs/s72-c/Image039%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8735184126386647783</id><published>2006-12-14T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T15:03:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to have my hair cut with Kitkat today. I like it, somehow. But once my hair grow longer, YAY, it'll look better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I've got no motivation to continue on my homework. Notice the word,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt;? Cos I 've started  and yes, I finished my Chemistry homework, surprisingly. (Have I mentioned this before?) Well, at least it's the first time I finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a piece&lt;/span&gt; of holiday homework so early. (: Congratulate me! :D Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up really late these few days. 10.30am was the latest, and that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting boring and so random, unless something interesting pops up. Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8735184126386647783?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8735184126386647783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8735184126386647783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8735184126386647783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8735184126386647783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-went-to-have-my-hair-cut-with-kitkat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-3914535246078434449</id><published>2006-12-11T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:29:43.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RX0Vhu7xzUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/78If_pxLq3c/s1600-h/audreyhepburn_narrowweb__300x368,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RX0Vhu7xzUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/78If_pxLq3c/s320/audreyhepburn_narrowweb__300x368,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007182029984484674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm rotting now. I'm super super bored. ): I know I should do something productive like, read? Or play the piano? Or just pack my room. (It's not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; messy, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to revamp my room. I want to paint one of my walls in a different colour. My room's really light pink, by the way. So should one of the walls be in a darker tone of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;? Or maybe have it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tangerine&lt;/span&gt;? Or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;? Or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;? Or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;? I want something pastel. Oh, and i read that, in 2007, pink is the "in" colour for rooms. YAY! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt; portrait in my room. But the one I saw is bloody expensive. Maybe I should paint it then, as what Jiawen suggested. My painting's horrible, honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need to get a haircut soon. Snip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitkat's returning from Prague from tomorrow! I'm SOOOOOO happy 'cos I miss her like crazy. And I miss Yeun too. Ah, I miss everyone I'm missing! (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-3914535246078434449?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/3914535246078434449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=3914535246078434449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3914535246078434449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/3914535246078434449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/breakfast-at-tiffanys-im-rotting-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RX0Vhu7xzUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/78If_pxLq3c/s72-c/audreyhepburn_narrowweb__300x368,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8973213767027961108</id><published>2006-12-10T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:55:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RXwthu7xzSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2X0poWlP79I/s1600-h/09-12-06_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RXwthu7xzSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2X0poWlP79I/s320/09-12-06_1425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006926943286840610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Heh, I stole the picture from your blog, J!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the LIME flea market with Jiawen yesterday &amp; both of us bought plenty of stuff.(: We saw a pretty red with white polka-dot pouch which was really a steal-$4!! Unfortunately, there's only one. So I paid for it and throughout the next hour or so, we were thinking who should have it. Yup, so I sacrificed that and let Jiawen have it, since she likes it so much too. (J, you've got to return me $4 for that!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and I collected my lovely jeans, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt treated us dinner at NO SIGNBOARD RESTAURANT as Vivo City today, since her birthday falls on 13th Dec. Yum. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vivo's car-park is really crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save up cash for Christmas presents &amp; I want to sit on a cable-car again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8973213767027961108?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8973213767027961108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8973213767027961108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8973213767027961108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8973213767027961108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/heh-i-stole-picture-from-your-blog-j-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J5ijYUZAqRg/RXwthu7xzSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2X0poWlP79I/s72-c/09-12-06_1425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2159561560881325655</id><published>2006-12-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:36:11.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear I feel so screwed up now &amp; damn, I don't know why I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;Like, WHAT THE HELL, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully feeling better tomorrow morning before going for a long jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT, I know this is so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-2159561560881325655?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2159561560881325655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2159561560881325655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2159561560881325655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2159561560881325655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-swear-i-feel-so-screwed-up-now-damn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1156906204597248694</id><published>2006-12-06T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:49:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the previous Sunday, my family and I woke up at around 4am, to get ready for the Standard Chartered Run. Well, of course my brother &amp; I didn't run. (x A couple of my parent's running friends met us at our void deck to head to Marina Square together to park their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached at about 5.30am and we walked towards the starting point, which was somewhere near the Esplanade. The people signed up for the 42km route started the race first. Next was the 21km route, which my parents and their friends took part. Then the 10km route and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the 21km run began, my brother and I walked towards The Fullerton Hotel. Of course we didn't go in, we stood by the road, awaiting for the runners. (A couple of roads were closed, by the way) Within a couple of minutes, a group of Nigerian runners ran past us and they were really fast. Soon, the people who took part in the 21km ran past. My bro and I cheered and took pictures of them running. Most of the Western people acknowledged our cheers. Whist for the Singaporeans..well, not as outspoken as them. Saw my parents and their friends at different intervals! Oh, we saw a really cute old Japanese man! (x (Damn, Blogger doesn't allow me to post the photos, but i will once Blogger allows me to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad finished the run under 1 hour 50 minutes while my mum finished under 2 hours 30 minutes. Not bad. (: My parents told me to join the 10km run with Kitkat &amp; Yeun next year! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's not bringing me to HK already. ): Boo. Firstly, she's busy with work. Secondly, the tickets are too expensive. Thirdly, the seats are fully booked, unless we want to sit in business/first class, which would definitely cost a lot. Alright, I should look on the positive side. I went to Perth this year, so yea, I can always go overseas next year. (I'm trying to make myself happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tomorrow's Thursday, nearing the end of the week, which means school is going to reopen in like, 3 weeks time?! ): AHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1156906204597248694?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1156906204597248694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1156906204597248694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1156906204597248694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1156906204597248694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-previous-sunday-my-family-and-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-5630690871409566508</id><published>2006-12-01T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:37:40.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 101st Post, after more than a year. Shows that I blog really little. Heh. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's 1 Dec. Oh god, one more month of holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday after tuition, I went to Kitkat's house. We had fun, cos we intended to do homework but being such a 'great' influence &amp; a talkative person, (heh heh!) Kitkat didn't do her homework, and neither did I. Uh, alright, Kitkat did one piece of assignment. And I only did 1 question. (:&lt; Read more at her blog: http://strawwberryheartt.blogspot.com Dated 29 Nov. I'm lazy to type it out. Haha!  (Kitkat! I'm promoting your blog again! Heh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to help mum at work yesterday, 'cos one of her employee (which is my Uncle) went to Sydney to visit his son, so Mum needed a pair of extra hands. That occupied my morning and afternoon. My parents were invited to Four Seasons Hotel for a wedding dinner. Bro &amp; I weren't invited though. Since Four Seasons Hotel is just beside Wheelock Place, my parents alighted me at town, to walk around alone. To my surprise, they were many people shopping on a Thursday. Perhaps it's because Christmas is arriving, so many people are purhcasing presents? (: Bought myself a notebook from Kinokuniya and gosh, I saw so many things I admired from the shops I went to! (:&lt; My last stop was Borders, since it closes at 11pm. Glanced around and wanted to purchase a mouse pad last minute, which was around 10.37pm? But the queue was terribly long! So once mum called, I took a minute/2 minute to reach the hotel. However, the dinner yet to end though, so my dad suggested to go to the ballroom. I didn't want to (though I really wanted!) cos I was wearing casual in a 5-stars hotel, and imagine going to a wedding dinner in it? I won't feel good cos I'm not wearing formal. I loitered at the lobby, and I not wanting the staff to think I'm a mysterious freak, I went to the 2nd level to check out the toilet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/74607/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/862190/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I saw when I entered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/784960/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/631160/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned to my left and saw this table! There's a cushioned stool actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/715897/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/795443/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the sinks! There's small towels to wipe your hands dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/832162/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/159589/Image035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/684897/Image036%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/927355/Image036%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dump the used towels into this bin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/634217/Image037%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/538122/Image037%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cubicles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/871048/Image032%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/451595/Image032%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close! My first impression of the cubicle doors was thinking that there's a suana inside! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the toilet bowl and all, it's the same, just that the railings inside are coated with gold colour. i don't suppose they're real gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the wedding dinner ended. Met my parents with granny &amp; aunt and headed home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, non-aliens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-5630690871409566508?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/5630690871409566508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=5630690871409566508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5630690871409566508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/5630690871409566508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-101st-post-after-more-than-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8260500068009581170</id><published>2006-11-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:51:17.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/650054/162985524_5e911a7dec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/2002/162985524_5e911a7dec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JUMPS AROUND*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO TO MUSE CONCERT! PLEASE PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8260500068009581170?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8260500068009581170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8260500068009581170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8260500068009581170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8260500068009581170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/jumps-around-i-want-to-go-to-muse.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8417175939685634634</id><published>2006-11-26T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:15:55.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/279363/DSCN0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/735156/DSCN0155.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jiawen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/444849/DSCN0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/920880/DSCN0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Shakila (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/221984/DSCN0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/589657/DSCN0137.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jiaxin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/50421/DSCN0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/965259/DSCN0136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen &amp; I with Miss Ong! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/575919/DSCN0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/848553/DSCN0130.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen &amp; I with Mdm Chan! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/821304/DSCN0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/367055/DSCN0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Looks like a family potrait, with Yilong &amp; Jasmine as our parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/561994/DSCN0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/924919/DSCN0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lovely Jessica (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, those were the couple of photos I took during Prom the other night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I know Jazreel, Yeun &amp; Cherie would go "Chey!" when they see my picture. It's not exactly a dress, isn't it, 'cos I matched it with jeans (: Thought what would it be? Hoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8417175939685634634?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8417175939685634634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8417175939685634634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8417175939685634634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8417175939685634634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/with-jiawen-with-shakila-with-jiaxin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4084494320966488977</id><published>2006-11-24T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:49:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH! Can the rain stop? I want to go to CREATIVE to get my bloody mp3 repaired. Well, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen's coming over to my house soon. But it's raining now. So she's stuck at West Mall, waiting for the rain to stop. Oh how I hate the rain sometimes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling bored now. I should be packing my messy table instead of using the computer. Mum's been commenting that my table is really messy. Hoho. I should be neater than my bro, instead, he's neater than me! Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my brother won the BEST DRESSED award (for the guys) during his prom yesterday! HAHA! And my, do I envy their prom! No offence but my school prom is just so dull &amp; it's in school! ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speech by VP (this I can't deny it's a must)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dinner cum classes showing their items to the school&lt;br /&gt;3. Prom King &amp; Queen&lt;br /&gt;4. Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my bro's school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speech by P&lt;br /&gt;2. Presentation of commendation certificates to pupils for service to school&lt;br /&gt;3. Presentation of scrolls to students&lt;br /&gt;4. Speech by Council President&lt;br /&gt;5. Alumni Presentation&lt;br /&gt;6. Opening video&lt;br /&gt;7. Dance Item&lt;br /&gt;8. Dinner&lt;br /&gt;9. Game1&lt;br /&gt;10. Song item&lt;br /&gt;11. Lucky Draw 1&lt;br /&gt;12. Pageant preview 1&lt;br /&gt;13. Song Item&lt;br /&gt;14. Pageant Preview 2&lt;br /&gt;15. Game 2&lt;br /&gt;16. Pageant&lt;br /&gt;17. Photohunt result&lt;br /&gt;18. Lucky draw 3&lt;br /&gt;19. Evaluation+Acknowlegement&lt;br /&gt;20. Announcement of Result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the huge difference? &amp; what's more, the prom is held in Amara Hotel! The lucky draw consisits of iPod Nano, Swatch Watch, Plasma TV (if i'm not mistaken). Oh god, the school spend so much money and made it seem so grand and fun fufilling! Ours was like _______________. Ah well, hopefully it'll be better next year. But I can't deny that our decorations seem nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn rain. Please stop. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-4084494320966488977?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4084494320966488977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4084494320966488977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4084494320966488977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4084494320966488977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-can-rain-stop-i-want-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-8546381420624866111</id><published>2006-11-23T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:40:45.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum fetched my bro and I to NO. 1 COSTUME COSTUME to rent my bro's outfit for his prom. HAHA, he rented the NEO (Keanu Reeve from THE MATRIX) suit. HOHO. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/851236/MATRIX2_NEO%7EThe-Matrix-Reloaded-Neo-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/768035/MATRIX2_NEO%7EThe-Matrix-Reloaded-Neo-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this suit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and Jessica &amp; Jiawen came over. Poured my accessories on the bed for Jessica to choose. Dressed up and took a bus to school. (haha, bus!)Reached school at about 4.30pm. Helped out with the final touches and by the time, students started streaming into the school hall. Mrs Lim (VP) said her speech, then, Jess, Jiawen &amp; I had to serve VIPS. Quite embarrassing. Haha, but who cares! The graduating classes performed their items while the teachers &amp; students helped themselves with food. Took pictures and saw lovely MISS ONG! I miss her so much. (: I took a pic with her too! Shall upload another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and performances, the DJ played loud music while the students danced. Haha, so cool, while the we were helping to clear up the stuff. Ah well, it isn't that bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff happened during that night. (Don't worry Jess, life's like that. I'm sure he'll come round someday. (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found a way to relieve stress-step on balloons! Jessica &amp; I had so much fun stepping on them! Haha! And that made her smile, which made me feel better too! Went home with her after that and took some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/783889/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2339/1646/320/559348/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is not clear though. Hoho. Shall upload the rest another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-8546381420624866111?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/8546381420624866111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=8546381420624866111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8546381420624866111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/8546381420624866111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/mum-fetched-my-bro-and-i-to-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-7669636323317534990</id><published>2006-11-22T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:52:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH DAMN. I'm feeling indecisive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GO or NOT TO GO for Prom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a couple of us helped out in the decoration, we've been invited from Prom tonight. So yesterday, I made up my mind to go tonight. But when I woke up this morning, something strucked me: oh shit, i'm going to prom tonight, should i change my mind? (kitkat, stop laughing! i know i'm being indecisive! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen &amp; Jessica are coming over to my house later, before heading to school (for prom). Yes, WHAT THE HELL, school for prom. Guess most of the students prefer having prom in school. ): Hopefully next year's prom will be in the hotel-with a more creative theme like, Hollywood? Our's Smart-Casual. Oh i suppose someone's going to dress in shorts and shirt! Or maybe sports attire! Or maybe school uniform? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would very much love to take pictures for the school tonight. Seeing the picture(s) you've taken published in the school magazine...Will feel a sense of satisfaction. (Right, Amirah? (: ) I guess I'll be using Miss Neo's camera. Oh, I should borrow a digital camera from granny soon! Don't laugh, cos her digi-cam is better than mine! (besides having a bulky SLR) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'll feel awkward tonight. Cos I'm going to wear a dress. DRESS, mind you. I don't normally wear dresses and all. I tried to wear shirt and jeans yesterday, but mum said I look better in a dress. Okay, not those kind of super-femenine dress. Speaking of dresses, I don't think I'll be purchasing a dress/gown from DANIEL YAN (or YAM??) Cos I saw many school girls purchasing it from that shop when I went town with mum on Monday. HAHA! It'll be a nightmare to see someone wearing the exact same thing as me. (Well, that's how I feel) I hope that doesn't happen to me during Prom tonight/next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to borrow granny's digi-cam! I hope she allows! Goodbye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-7669636323317534990?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/7669636323317534990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=7669636323317534990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7669636323317534990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/7669636323317534990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-4171740074692862158</id><published>2006-11-21T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:36:38.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MP3 IS SPOILT! ):&lt; &amp; i've only bought about 13-14 months ago! &amp; all my precious 300 songs are inside. BOO! I shall head down to CREATIVE to report. Uh, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a thing to spoil my whole day. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-4171740074692862158?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/4171740074692862158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=4171740074692862158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4171740074692862158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/4171740074692862158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2715239000761454084</id><published>2006-11-10T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:31:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of the 2 week extended programme. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATULATE ME, I SURVIVED THE 2 WEEKS OF EXTRA LESSONS.&lt;/span&gt; Heh. (x However, it'll be the last time I see some (or maybe most) of my friends until next year. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realised something today. If I had continued my art lessons at Gradsign Art School, I would have become a fashion designer. (x!! Okay, scrap that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would have become a better artist&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. My drawings are atrocious, honestly. I'm so disappointed in myself. But hey, my dad wanted me to stop art lessons!! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've been thinking of what to do during this holiday. Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Finish school homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 years, I didn't even finish my end-of-year holiday homework. The teachers don't even collect! But I think they will this time round, since they're following us up to sec 4 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Exercise more regularly rather than once/twice a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercising keeps us healthy! HAHA! So obvious right! Cos I want to slim down! (Kitkat, I know you're reading this! And I'm sure you'll know what I mean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Improve on my weaker subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, okayyyyy. I don't think I'll make the effort to do so. But that's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motivation&lt;/span&gt;. Practically every teacher have been nagging (alright, advising) at us to 'revise on the weaker subjects. Next year is going to be a difficult if you don't pull up your (bloody) socks during the holidays.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Bake. Cook. Bake. Cook.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love baking. I love cooking. Isn't it obvious? HAHA! I suppose I just want to buck up on my baking/cooking skills. MY FOOD IS EDIBLE, OKAY. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Pick up new hobby No.1-Photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved photography ever since I laid my hands on a digital camera. Uhh, alright, not exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I laid my hands on a digital camera but I guess it was last year which I fell in love with photography. Yes, I loved taking random shots and pictures of my friends and I &amp; upload it. But when that damn digi-cam was so pointless, (as in, sucked), yea, I forgot all about photography, for a short period. Since my bro is getting an SLR soon, HOORAY, back to photography again! (x More random shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Pick up new hobby No.2-Designing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not exactly a new hobby, but something which I love all along. However, my designing is getting from good to bad to worse. I can picture the image of what I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my head&lt;/span&gt; but I can't draw it out. When I was in primary school, when I drew cards for my friends, they were like, " Wow, your drawing is really good! Teach me, please!" and even the teachers loved it. No kidding. And now? OH, IT'S HORRIBLY HORRIBLE. How disgraceful. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Practice piano more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've not been practicing enough. I can't play my favourite song fluently. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Read. Read. Read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To improve my vocabulary, as it's visible that i don't use much (bombastic) vocabulary in my daily speech and blogging and school work. Reading's my hobby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Better technology skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a computer retard. I want to learn how to create/design skins. I don't even know how to "clean" the laptop, okay?!! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something practically every female does, right? But I need the money, Momma! I'm such a money-sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Hang out at HMV, Kinokuniya &amp; Borders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music+Books=Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Go to East Coast &amp; Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach. And embarrassingly ( is there such a word), to pick up cycling again. DON'T LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Go to Yeun's house for sleepover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our annual thing, right kitkat and yeun? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Celebrate Christmas with friends.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my family don't celebrate. It's about the joy of giving and burning holes in our pockets. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Go to Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't really afford to travel around Europe or go to Japan. I want to be a spendthrift for once, okay, Mummy dearest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I think that should be it. (Provided more comes along the way. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip! Pip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-2715239000761454084?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2715239000761454084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2715239000761454084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2715239000761454084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2715239000761454084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-last-day-of-2-week-extended.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-687743464179535119</id><published>2006-11-06T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:59:14.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SAW JADE COLE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/fall_jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/320/fall_jade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JADE COLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; I swear I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen &amp;amp; I were on the way to Chinatown today to get fabric for Graduation Night's Decoration. When we were at Outram Park MRT to board another train, someone walked passed us-SO CLOSELY. And that &lt;span&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; was JADE COLE. I repeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADE COLE FROM AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She was dressed as the usual Bohemian style. Tall, slim, black hair &amp; huge sunglasses. I wanted to take a picture with her. Darn. Oh well, at least I saw her. I was star-struck. I meant, I'm STILL star-struck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://classjw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jiawen's&lt;/a&gt; blog for full details. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/fall_jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-687743464179535119?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/687743464179535119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=687743464179535119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/687743464179535119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/687743464179535119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-6556285938526961017</id><published>2006-11-05T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:21:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's very rare for me to go out with my friend(s) on Sundays. Ironically, I went out with Kitkat today to get presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents alighted me at Outram Park MRT station (as they went to SGH to donate blood) and I made my way to Orchard to meet Kitkat. We met at Forever21 and man, I really love the accessories there. Reasonable price too. Yes yes, I've been going to Forever21 and only today did I take notice of the prices. Haha! Then we went to Surfbabe then to Topshop where Kitkat got a present for her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Iseatan's supermarket Kitkat wanted to get something to eat for lunch. I went to look for the pair of shoes I've been eyeing on for a long time (even though it's a different colour) but sadly, I didn't see a pair which I like. ): Ahh well. So we went to Far East Plaza &amp;amp; got a present there. I saw many necklaces which I liked but heck, each of them is way off my budget. ): Off we headed to Wheelock Place for a couple of minutes then we took a train down to Raffles City to continue searching for the pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the shop didn't have the shoes so we went to Raffles Market Place. We didn't really walk around this new place as Kitkat needed to head home early. Once I bought a top, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from Jurong East Station, OH MY COW POO, these 3 _______ secondary girls were behaving like hooligans in the train. Like, HELLO? They were wearing their school jerseys, talking DAMN LOUDLY, smacking each other's asses (gross, I know), standing up and chasing each other. So many people were staring at them. So disgraceful, please. Disgusting people. Oh well. ( At least they're more thick-skinned than you, Kitkat. HAHAHAHAHA! Private joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pics, go to &lt;a href="http://strawwberryheartt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitkat's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-6556285938526961017?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/6556285938526961017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=6556285938526961017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6556285938526961017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/6556285938526961017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-very-rare-for-me-to-go-out-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1658235613261010703</id><published>2006-11-04T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:19:03.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so darn elated to see Miss Ong yesterday. (: We chatted for a couple of minutes before I headed to class for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school, Jiawen, Miss Chew, Mr Chia &amp; I went to IKEA to purchase some stuff for Graduation Night. Since it was raining heavily, Mr Chia called for a cab to our school to fetch us to our distination. He paid for the trip, though. HOORAY! (x When we reached, Jiawen &amp;amp; I wanted to eat that Hotdog &amp; drink combo, which cost $1.70. However, both teachers suggested to eat at IKEA's restaurant. ________ treated all of us. YAY! Both J and I need not fork out a single cent! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we met Jasmine at IKEA, with her boyfriend. Such a cute couple. (x They roamed around with us and after purchasing what we needed, Miss Chew, J and I proceeded to Plaza Singapura to buy other materials while Mr Chia &amp;amp; the couple went home. To our disappointment, we didn't purchase anything but somehow, we knew what we were going to get, after seeing the shocking amount of the fabric we wanted. Arab Street shall be the place we're going to buy the fabric- cheaper &amp; a wider range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked to Pandora these days. Lovely way to find music. And I'm crazy over Harry Potter all over again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit Leng &amp;amp; I think we're obsessed with shoes. When we jog every Saturday, we'll always take notice of people's footwear-especially pumps and heels. Haha. Madness, I know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helpers for Graduation Night (including me) are invited to their Prom. Jiawen wants to go. I don't know if I should too. I don't want to go because it's a night for sec4s and 5s. If I go, I'll feel awkward. Furthermore, my turn will come next year. However, I want to go because I would like to see how the students and staff react towards the decorations. Oh, how contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/chic10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/320/chic10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/chic20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/320/chic20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/chic11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/320/chic11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model is so pretty. (: Oh look at the shoes, kitkat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1658235613261010703?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1658235613261010703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1658235613261010703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1658235613261010703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1658235613261010703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-so-darn-elated-to-see-miss-ong.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-1275570487107058902</id><published>2006-10-29T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:05:52.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone is laughing hysterically just one storey below mine. And my neighbour below blasts his music occasionally. It's TECHNO, for god's sake. It gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to lay my hands on a SLR. Photography shall be my new hobby during the holidays. My bro is paying every single cent. YAY. :D And my parents are getting a computer for my bro &amp; I to share 'cos this bloody laptop we're using is old &amp;amp; laggy. But we'll be getting them after my bro's 'O's. Quick quick! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching TV almost the whole day. Weird for me 'cos I'm not a tv addict. Somehow lovely shows were broadcasted today-Project Runway (which lasted for 3 hours), Tsubasa Chronicles, A Cook's Tour. Oh, there's Johnny English now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what's wrong with the time stated on the recent posts ever since I started using beta.blogger.com. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-1275570487107058902?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/1275570487107058902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=1275570487107058902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1275570487107058902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/1275570487107058902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/10/someone-is-laughing-hysterically-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-248126611815140455</id><published>2006-10-27T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:39:43.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/P3220001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/320/P3220001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect yesterday to be the last day for 3e4 until today, I realised that yes, yesterday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; indeed the last day for the whole of 3e4 to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 months of relationship with 3e4 had gone fairly well, despite fights and quarrels which happen occasionally in this class. Well, I admit that MY class is well-known for bad behaviour in the express stream but, hey, we're nice human beings too, okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, 3e4 is a cheerful class with lots of fun &amp; joy, however, it can be annoying sometimes. Thanks to the "clowns" in our class who made the class lively. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as I said, 3e4 is well-known for bad behaviour within some people. During the first semester, there'll always be announcements through the PA system, "Will ______ of 3e4 please come down to the general office now" and unfortunately, in January/February, we experienced 2 of my class' pupils getting public caning. And another one recently in class. Also, one of the guy in my class got kicked out of school mid-way of common test 2 &amp; will only return to school next year. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my class (well, every class I suppose) went through thick and thin, be it scoldings, yellings, fightings, laughter, embarrassment, anger (with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; teacher), fun, rushing with coursework (for f&amp;n)...and seriously, I wonder whether my class experienced stress before, cos it seems we're the happy-go-lucky and somehow, heck-care type. (It's an exception for some of us, of course, who experience it every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable part of being in 3e4 was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sec 3 camp&lt;/span&gt; which was held in March. We learnt to have team-spirit &amp; got to know other better. Oh heck, everyday is a memorable day for 3e4. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the teachers also formed a big part of 3e4's life. Thank you Miss Chong, Miss Tan, Mrs Low, Miss Ong (though she left us), Miss David(f&amp;amp;n), Mrs Chua, Mr Chia, Mr Bambang, Mr Tan, Mr Yeo &amp; Mr Bala(d&amp;amp;t). Thank you so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to all my friends in 3e4'06 for being part of my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/1600/P3220087b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2339/1646/320/P3220087b.jpg" alt="" 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/13486371-248126611815140455?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/248126611815140455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=248126611815140455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/248126611815140455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/248126611815140455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-didnt-expect-yesterday-to-be-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-2168679458750381250</id><published>2006-10-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:10:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly, I see no point in scolding and lecturing (or literally murdering) our juniors so harshly. How would they respond? Just a few days of following your words and later, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POOF!&lt;/span&gt;, they'll be back to normal again, by not doing what they're expected to do. Well, I admit that yes, I do scold my juniors in the past but come to think of it, it's just stupid sometimes. Firstly, I've (or should I say, most of us) experienced scoldings &amp; lecturings from my seniors before. Felt so pissed off. So yes, I bet my juniors will feel pissed off if they're being scolded. (Like, who wouldn't?) Secondly, they're just around our age, we're no older than them, I'll feel bad scolding them, and let's just say our juniors are new to the system. If we scold them, they might just rebel against us, like how I did towards my seniors in the past. (HAHA!) And thirdly, they need their pride. Though I admit sometimes they DO DESERVE to get scoldings, but when I come to think of it, they might hate what they're doing now, &amp;amp; how they're being treated by us, horrible seniors, which might hurt their self-esteem. So, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; the best way is to be strict and firm and respect their pride and dignity. Scoldings won't do any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Sometimes, I don't really understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. You bitch with another person about the girl you don't like then bitch about that person with the girl whom you don't like.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm helping out with the decorations for this year's prom tomorrow when it's supposed to be 'Promotion Day' and need not go to school. Hope it goes well. (: Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could open my arms and span the length of the isle of Manhattan,&lt;br /&gt;I'd bring it to where you are, making a lake of the East River and Hudson,&lt;br /&gt;If I could open my mouth wide enough for a marching band to march out, they would make your name sing, and bend though allys and bounce off all the buildings,&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a beautiful view, if you were never aware of what was around you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is true what you say, that I live like a hermit in my own head,&lt;br /&gt;But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow drips into your heart though a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks, and there is comfort in the sound,&lt;br /&gt;But while you debate 'Half empty or half full,' it slowly rises, your love is gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is gonna drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is gonna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-2168679458750381250?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/2168679458750381250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=2168679458750381250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2168679458750381250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/2168679458750381250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/10/frankly-i-see-no-point-in-scolding-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-116074955934120166</id><published>2006-10-14T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have bad karma. When something good happens to me, the next minute, I'll get something bad in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed with my maths results, though I actually expected to get this kind of marks. (I know, I'm contradicting myself) I've tried my best and practiced a lot. I completed about 3 or 4 papers. WHY CAN'T I DO THE DAMN PAPER?! ): I should know how to do almost every single question since I've done them over and over again. Yes, yes, don't cry over spilled milk. I'm not crying. I'm just 918725624543654 times disappointed in myself. If _______ can get this kind of marks, why can't I? I should be able to, right? )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the urge to study. WTH, I know. Probably because I know I've screwed ALL the papers. I shall repeat: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;. Ya, I know what's done can't be undone, but you know, if you tried hard for the paper &amp; realised you couldn't do at all, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the Perth Presentation, before we entered the stage, all of us felt nervous. But once we entered, we weren't nervous anymore. We didn't really expect the audience to laugh, well, they did, which was an achievement. (: Felt satisfied after the 2 performances we did. The part which I was most proud of was the video Shilei &amp;amp; I did. (Great job, elmo!) However, many of the lower secondary students were not appreciative at all as they did not really pay attention to the video, and maybe our play. At least the sec3s were fun audiences. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a willow tree,&lt;br /&gt;Who's tears didn't care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I'd made horrible call,&lt;br /&gt;And now the state line felt like the Berlin wall,&lt;br /&gt;And there was no doubt about which side I was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I built you a home in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I braved treacherous streets,&lt;br /&gt;And kids strung out on homemade speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shared a bed in which I could not sleep,&lt;br /&gt;At all, woo, hoo, woo, hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause at night the sun in the tree,&lt;br /&gt;Made the skyline look like crooked teeth,&lt;br /&gt;In the mouth of a man who was devouring, us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,&lt;br /&gt;But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a war, of head versus heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's always this way.&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;br /&gt;No you can't find nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;If there was nothing there all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-116074955934120166?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/116074955934120166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=116074955934120166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/116074955934120166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/116074955934120166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-i-have-bad-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-116014325122324981</id><published>2006-10-07T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like I've totally SCREWED practically every paper. Every single bloody paper. Even though physics was still so-so, I felt that I could have done better, as some of the questions seemed to derive from my lower secondary chapters. Like, what the hell, right? I should know them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was HORROR. Paper 1 was already so difficult. So when I flipped through Paper 2, I thought it can't be as bad as Paper 1. So much for being panicky, I didn't know how to do. Goodbye C6. I was at least planning to get a C6, that would bring me over the moon. What now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do Chemistry at all. Many people thought so too. I couldn't even understand the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies-something which I COULD do but COULDN'T finish on time. I wrote as fast and as much as I could. I don't even think the teacher who will be marking my paper will understand my horrible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was BAD. I didn't understand the passage and didn't do 20 marks. 20 MARKS! WTH. I know, so much for not understanding the damn passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was still alright. I hope I'll ace that paper with a B4 at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I need to work hard for other papers. I don't want to retain. Just 3 more papers. WORK HARD, JODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Image040%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/Image040%20copy.jpg" alt="" 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/13486371-116014325122324981?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/116014325122324981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=116014325122324981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/116014325122324981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/116014325122324981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-felt-like-ive-totally-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115953295712016756</id><published>2006-09-30T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Flu. ):&lt;br /&gt;Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, YOU. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EOYS next week. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small pink bear is stuck on my glittery purple necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115953295712016756?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115953295712016756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115953295712016756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115953295712016756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115953295712016756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/09/frustration.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115770436064446764</id><published>2006-09-09T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum brought me to make my IC today. I look so stupid in that photo. BOO. ): Oh who's going to look at it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've just looked at the pictures in my laptop over &amp; over again. They reminded me of the days of how the two of us spent together, having fun, building trusts in each other, going shopping, gossiping. We'll stick to each other like superglue, people might think we're actually sisters. We would grab the master-bed rooms during our trips. Concidentally, we, somewhat have the same taste in things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I realised that I took the most photos with you this year, and they bring back special memories. We went for the exam together &amp; took photos, went to town &amp;amp; took prints, went on a trip &amp; took plenty of photos together. I still remember the words that you said to me, something which collides after my graduation from this school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know why but I feel that it's so difficult to bring up a proper conversation with you now. I wanted to tell you almost everything, however, the words just can't come out. I can't explain why because I can't understand myself either. I feel that we're drifting apart, and it's so far that nothing can pull us back in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You reassured me something which I chose to believe. But what's gone wrong now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, I feel emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Perth%20Day%20Two%20%283%29%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/Perth%20Day%20Two%20%283%29%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" 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/13486371-115770436064446764?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115770436064446764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115770436064446764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115770436064446764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115770436064446764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/09/mum-brought-me-to-make-my-ic-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115755487221097967</id><published>2006-09-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down to town after math supplementary today. Jiawen brought me to Pepper Lunch to fill our stomachs. Heh heh. My very first time there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Pepper%20Lunch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/Pepper%20Lunch1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! I'm all so excited to start digging in! That's not my COACH anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Pepper%20Lunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/Pepper%20Lunch2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jiawen's all ready to eat too. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to purchase a belt each and just went walking around. I also purchased some stuff from Borders; '20% off for all students &amp; teachers'. Wonderful. (: At about 3.45pm, we took a train home &amp;amp; I went for tuition-3 days consecutively. YAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took a few pictures at Kitkat's house last Thursday. I'm just going to upload 2. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Charlotte%20%26%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/Charlotte%20%26%20I.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte &amp; I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/yeun%2C%20charlotte%20and%20kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/yeun%2C%20charlotte%20and%20kit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeun See, Kitkat &amp;amp; Charlotte. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Toodles. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115755487221097967?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115755487221097967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115755487221097967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115755487221097967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115755487221097967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/09/down-to-town-after-math-supplementary.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115736464740593859</id><published>2006-09-05T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for those who wished me happy birthday yesterday &amp; belated ones today (: ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia, Jiawen, Priscilla, Shilei, Cherie, Joyce, Jacklyn, Nurul, Melissa Teh, Sarah, Yeun See, Christine, Minmin, Jianyi, Xian Qiang, Yong Sheng, Tasya, Tiffany, Amirah, Vanessa, Viknesh, Sneha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks to Jiawen for this lovely blogskin. LOVES &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5311298.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/5311298.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so now you know why I'm upset. ): Steve Irwin moved on. ): ): ): He's the best naturalist I've ever known. I can't belive he just, died. I've loved his shows since young. What made me love his show is his courage &amp; bravery &amp;amp; kindness to the wild life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn stingrays, I shall eat more of them. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115736464740593859?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115736464740593859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115736464740593859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115736464740593859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115736464740593859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-for-those-who-wished-me_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115721373539450724</id><published>2006-09-03T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TO ME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm not ill on my birthday this year unlike last year. Heh heh! :D Time to make IC. Damn. I feel so old now. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now, during the evening, bro and I cooked up a storm for my parents &amp; a couple of guests. Successful &amp;amp; satisfying. (x And I'm glad that our guests liked it too! What's most satisfying is when people appreciate and like what you do for them-just like the dinner we had a while ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to say though, being 15 just feels old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JODY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115721373539450724?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115721373539450724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115721373539450724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115721373539450724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115721373539450724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-15th-birthday-to-me-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115708117974765116</id><published>2006-09-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, Teachers' Day Performance is over, which means yet another thing is let off from my shoulders. It went quite successfully, just that ________ was the 3rd emcee when there were supposed to be 2, whom were students. And I was quite pissed off with that. ): I loved the 3e1's performance best and they were very popular with the crowd. (: And to see the students going, " Ahh! So cute!" when the pictures of the teachers during their younger days flashed on the screen somehow made me feel that my effort for producing that slideshow paid-off. I was running around before and after the lower secondary concert and I thought of just to sit and enjoy the concert during the upper secondary's slot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the early dismissal, I headed to PEPS with 3 of my friends and met my primary school friends there. Together, we went to search for our teachers, some didn't change much but 2 of my teachers who taught me, did. Shan't say why. :D Then, the couple of us had lunch-in PEPS. :D :D :D I know it sounds quite weird, but we missed the inexpensive food so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we only stayed in PEPS for about an hour or so before deciding to go catch a movie. My first movie in almost a year. :D Watched "The Devil Wears Prada". Fantastic show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Wallpaper_03_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/200/Wallpaper_03_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the show, we loitered at West Mall for a while and Yeun See &amp; I went to Kitkat's house. Had dinner there and watched a Korean movie I didn't understand. :D I came home just in time to watch SI extra and before the results show could broadcast, I fell asleep. Damn. ): I woke up at 9 something to realise I've yet to shower. Heh Heh. (But I showered before I went to school!) Showered &amp;amp; read the papers before I just plop dead in my comfortable bed at 10pm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY! (&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115708117974765116?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115708117974765116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115708117974765116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115708117974765116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115708117974765116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-teachers-day-performance-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115634554027690106</id><published>2006-08-24T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go ahead. Tell the whole world. Broadcast it via BBC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115634554027690106?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115634554027690106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115634554027690106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115634554027690106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115634554027690106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/08/go-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115616964958882359</id><published>2006-08-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common Test 2 was over last week and yes, we've gotten back almost all our results. Mine was like shitfuck. ): Okay, I didn't study for physics/chemistry 'cos it seems that nothing goes into my brain even though how hard I tried to get it in. So, yes, I gave up on those 2 subjects and went to sleep. Expectedly, I failed Science terribly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed in my Maths results. The night before the exam, I went for tuition for about 3 1/2 hours and i tried to absorb whatever I could into my brain (which I suppose I did) &amp; when I took the paper the next day, I was going, like, "Damnit. What's with this paper?" So, yes again, it's expected I'll fail the damn paper and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; fail. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the  few papers I've gotten back, I only passed History. I felt quite pleased but on the other hand, not satisfied, because he marked liniently. Which made me feel bad too. If he had marked strictly, I would have just passed or failed. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; study harder. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week pass by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;January, February, March, April, May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June, July, August, September, October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November, December and all through the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm alive!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115616964958882359?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115616964958882359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115616964958882359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115616964958882359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115616964958882359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/08/common-test-2-was-over-last-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115554784460780127</id><published>2006-08-15T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Today was English &amp; History CT2. It went alright, just that I didn't really know how to do the "failure of the LON". Gahh. ): ): ): Tomorrow's Science &amp;amp; Chinese and damn, I'm sure to flunk it. I don't even know what is atomic structure or some crapshit. Alright, I need to study that. Later. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chong says my results are _______, 'cos many teachers say so. Okay, I put the ______ because I dislike that word. It makes me go bonkers &amp; depressed. I think I might be one of the handful whose retaining this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CANNOT RETAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody results. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking to shitshilei online now. And we're ELMOS. You know, the sesame street ELMO?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/elmo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shitshilei is Elmo 1 &amp; I'm Elmo 2. She loves goldfish &amp;amp; I love crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________ shall be Mr Noodle. (Private joke, elmo 1)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/mr%20noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/320/mr%20noodle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't put the real picture oh Mr Noodle 'cos honestly, he looks like a bloody retard. HEH. And he's freaky too lah! I don't dare to watch Sesame Street 'cos there's Mr Noodle inside! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem soo PRIMARY SCHOOL. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115554784460780127?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115554784460780127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115554784460780127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115554784460780127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115554784460780127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115470112403900421</id><published>2006-08-05T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:04.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAWEN! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See J, big and bold words. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jiawen came to my house to bake a cake for XQ on Tuesday. We forgot to include vanilla essence, so the cake smelt like 'egg cake' instead of 'sponge cake'. From the look of it, the texture looks right. I'm not sure about the taste. She told me that XQ said it tasted nice, so okay, it's nice. Great job, J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, the stray cat which lives arou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd my block played with us. And his name Cat. 'Cos J asked me for his name, so i said Cat. So there, Cat is his name. (: He came into the lift with us, played and took pictures with us. Heh, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/01-08-06_1501.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/200/01-08-06_1501.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                          Cat &amp; I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/01-08-06_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/200/01-08-06_1705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Jiawen, Cat &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more pictures at classicjw. (: (see J, I'm promoting your blog. Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate me, I got scolded by ______ again, within a week. She scolded me for nothing again. Honestly, I found it quite funny. I'm always getting scolded by her for nothing and that I got quite used to it now. And she even said she hates girls. Oh, so does she hate herself too? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! We had class photo-taking earlier this week. Too bad Nasrul and KenHo were absent on that day. ): If not, we'll be as a whole 3e4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO BURN, YOU'VE GOT TO SET YOURSELF ON FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115470112403900421?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115470112403900421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115470112403900421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115470112403900421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115470112403900421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-jiawen-see-j-big-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115426838318009894</id><published>2006-07-31T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week was smelly shit. Aside from staying back till evening in school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally realised that ______ is SUPER childish and bloody prejudiced. Fancy pointing her finger at me, accusing me of stuff I didn't say, and twisting the whole story. Complain, gossip, hate me, ignore me and go whine, childish bitch. Like, how old is she? Hopefully the people she complaint to, will think she's arrogant and childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And _______ treats me like a venting-anger machine. Call me a traitor. WOW. So she MUST be a retarded bitch then. It's only a small mistake, and what? She screamed, pulled my tie and slammed the door at my face. Went out of point when she scolded me. Bloody noisy. Get me off the councilor's board then. I'll be more than grateful. No one will help her carry out duties, no one will help her run errands, and no one will hear her being damn noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that, when something good happens to me or appears in my life, I'll get something bad in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll not live like this. They will try to bury us with false manifestoes, inscribe us in wars against false enemies but we'll sing songs about dying from loving the wrong cowboy and gospel; our bodies will burn in effigies of promise. I swear.  -Ibi Kaslik-&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115426838318009894?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115426838318009894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115426838318009894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115426838318009894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115426838318009894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-week-was-smelly-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115363430423959889</id><published>2006-07-24T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faking makes life harder.&lt;br /&gt;Speak for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Be appreciative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115363430423959889?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115363430423959889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115363430423959889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115363430423959889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115363430423959889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/07/faking-makes-life-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115294478232941396</id><published>2006-07-16T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my f&amp;n homework now but heck, I feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was 'Councillor Investiture' day. Felt so nervous when I went up on stage and Jasmine commented that I walked like a robot. Heh. It was quite badly organised as the juniors did not know when to walk out to say the councillors' pledge. Only when a few of us, seniors, mumbled to them, "Go! Go! Hurry up!" then they started walking. *shakes head* And our ex-president was ill, so he didn't say his speech. ): Besides both incidents, everything went on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilei, Shan En, Jazreel and I are in-charge of powerpoint slides, sound and video for the Perth Trip project. YAY. I'm very excited about it. (: And we might get extra CCA points for the work we've put in. Oh, and our next meeting will be this coming Monday, so Shilei, if you're reading this, we better start cracking. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/IMG_1049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/200/IMG_1049.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo of 6 of us at Wilson's Park in Perth. Ancient photo, I know. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's Baybeats today and I can't go. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Jiawen, Joyce, Penny &amp; Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Baybeat-ing&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115294478232941396?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115294478232941396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115294478232941396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115294478232941396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115294478232941396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-supposed-to-be-doing-my-fn-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115233654847660082</id><published>2006-07-09T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week passed by rather quickly. I was really busy with f&amp;n coursework, which almost exploded my brain and eyes off. Anyway, I watched the match between Italy and Germany on Wednesday morning before going to school. ARGH. Germany lost. I was damn upset. ):  Sat through the whole match and they lost. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like I said, coursework almost killed me. I stayed up till the wee hours of the morning on Wednesday night and Thursday night just to get it done. Actually, we were supposed to hand in on Thursday, but heck, I couldn't finish. So, I handed in on Friday, and my marks will be deducted. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this coursework, I need to do my Perth Trip project with my groupmates and to organise the Teachers' Day celebration. AHH. )&lt; My mind's going to go bonkers sooner or later. I don't even have a clue on how to do the Perth Trip project. (cos my group is on f&amp;n and no f&amp;amp;n teacher went with us to Perth) We're so dead. I'm afraid that our presentation will bore people out because it's all about nutrition and you know, some people don't care about how food is being processed or whether it's healthy or not and the reasons for it. They just eat and forget about it. (no offence though) Oh well. ): Then, for the Teachers' Day celebration, I'm supposed to do with Hui Mui and organise the whole event. Like, the auditions, rehearsal dates, decoration, teachers' day gifts. GAHH. I want something different from last year cos last years one was..crap. )x Okay, I'm so bad. But it's true, cos it's not organised. We better do a good one this time round. Ideas, please? I don't one wrinkles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115233654847660082?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115233654847660082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115233654847660082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115233654847660082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115233654847660082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-week-passed-by-rather-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115172964049414658</id><published>2006-07-02T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alas, I changed my blogskin. (: But I still miss my old one. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week in school had been so-so. Thank God Wednesday was Sports Day, though it was boring. Penny and I walked around, asking Miss Cheung whether she needs any help. So both P and I did admisnistrative work. Heh. Joyce, our life-saver, replenished us with first-hand orange juice; meaning that the juice was concentrated. Come to think of it, it's good to have a friend whose in Girl's Brigade and helping out during sports day. Oh, we had free food from Joyce too. Heh. (&lt; 3 of us sat under the scorching sun and I don't know why we did that. Heh. Now my skin has different shades of olive colour. ( Oh, I read in a magazine that most Chinese people have Olive colour skin. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joyce, Penny and I had a small adventure. The NPCC guys who were guarding the gates allowed us to exit from the stadium. ( Honestly, I think they're pretty dumb, cos they're not supposed to let us exit. I'm being hypocritical. Heh. ) We wanted to get canned-drinks for our friends and ourselves. When we were walking up the stairs, we met Miss Wang. She asked where we were going, and we told her to get some drinks. Then she asked who was the teacher who granted us the permission, we told her it was the GB teacher-in-charge, Miss Chua, since Joyce was in GB T-shirt.  Phew, that was a close one. So happened we bumped into Miss Teo, and she asked us the same questions. I could tell she knew we were lying and suprisingly, she followed us to get drinks! Heh heh! (x Then Mr Teo asked us the same questions yet again, and luckily, Miss Teo defended us. For once, we were lucky. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after having our drinks, we still felt thirsty. ): Joyce went back to do her duty and P and I continued walking around. Then Mr Bb went to get a bottle of 100 plus. P and I drank half of it. He offered us what. HEH. (x We went to walk around and we met Miss Ong!! Chatted with her and later went to JE with Jiawen, Penny and Joyce. Shared desserts, took prints, and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And, I just realised that my class didn't have any Physics/Chemistry class this week. YAY. Either teacher was absent or it was due to the Sports Day. Double YAY. I've yet to touch my Chemistry holiday assignment. Gah, who cares. I don't think many of my classmates done it anyway. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/200/Image008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1187/200/Image009.jpg" alt="" 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/13486371-115172964049414658?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115172964049414658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115172964049414658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115172964049414658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115172964049414658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/07/alas-i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115131444816942383</id><published>2006-06-27T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH WOW. CONGRATULATIONS. SCHOOL HAS FINALLY STARTED AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, GAHH!! )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from today, I have made my mind up; To walk to school with Joyce everyday. (: YAY. So at least I'll accompany her every morning and my parents need not send me to school too. Yes, some people told me before, that, " Woah, you're so lucky, your parents can fetch you to school. Me ah, must take bus/mrt/walk to school leh. " Okay, so i thought, maybe I should walk to school too and at the same time, warm my body up. Alright alright, the "warm my body up" thing is redundant. Heh. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day is on Wednesday. We must reach CCK Stadium at 7.30am?! Okay, I think I shall ask my parents to send me there, slightly earlier, and ask whether Joyce can follow. Heh. (: I know I know, why not take public transport, right? ANSWER:  BECAUSE I'M LAZY TO TAKE THE TRAIN THEN THE BUS ALL THE WAY TO CCK STADIUM. AND HONESTLY, I THINK THE WHOLE BUS WILL BE PACKED WITH HILLGROVIANS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, byebye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115131444816942383?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115131444816942383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115131444816942383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115131444816942383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115131444816942383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115090088540469292</id><published>2006-06-22T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm upset. I'm disappointed. Never will I be angry for something which is the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me realise that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be wrong about you, but life still goes on and I'll still treasure the present with each passing day. Thank you for making me think that I'm really a loser because I'm nothing to you, compared to them. Thank you for making the whole situation seems like it was entirely my fault and for that, I'll let it be. Maybe you could reflect on how you treated me. It dosen't imply that I'm right and you're wrong. Don't be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past is the past, I know. Too bad, I'm sensitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115090088540469292?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115090088540469292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115090088540469292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115090088540469292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115090088540469292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-115018004817403086</id><published>2006-06-14T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm BACK. Like, finally. (x First of all.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY LEILEI!! (:&lt;/span&gt; Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the PERTH trip was fun. VERY fun. (&lt; I'll state briefly of what we did through out the 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;030606 Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. We arrived in Perth at about 6 something in the morning. Then we headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KING'S PARK&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where we had our Aborgigina Botanic Tour and visited the War Memorial. It's a peaceful and beautiful place.(: Later, we headed to Alderney-on-Hay Apartments and placed our luggages and went for lunch. Then we went SHOPPING for 3 hours, on our own. (x Bought a couple of stuff for myself and my friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;040606 Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast and headed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Environment Centre&lt;/span&gt;. Interesting place. (: Had lunch at Fisherman's Kitchen-where it's said to have the best fish &amp; chips. Then we headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fremantle Market&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't get anything from there, though. After that, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harbour Town&lt;/span&gt;, a shopping area with LOADS of factory outlets. There's a Nike Factory Outlet there too! So i bought a pink Nike bag which costs A$24. Considered quite cheap already. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;050606 Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast and had a 4 1/2 hours ride to Albany. Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilson's Park&lt;/span&gt; to have a picnic lunch and proceeded to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goundrey Winery&lt;/span&gt;. Then we headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torndirrup National Park-The Gap &amp; Natural Bridge.&lt;/span&gt; Very beautiful place. (: The last stop was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wind Farm.&lt;/span&gt; Learnt how wind is generated. Then we checked in at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro Hospitality Hotel&lt;/span&gt; where we'll be staying for that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;060606 Tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mount Clarence&lt;/span&gt; after breakfast. SPECTACULAR view. (: Headed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valley of the Giants-Tree Top Walk&lt;/span&gt;. The bridge was so shaky! It's a wondeful place with REALLY TALL trees and beautiful scenery as well. (: Then we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lavender Farm&lt;/span&gt; where we had barbeque lunch and learnt about how lavender oil is being produced. Too bad we didn't get to walk around the plantations cos we were late. Went to the gift shop there and purchased a lavender teddy bear and a lavender sachet. (: After that, we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple Cider Factory&lt;/span&gt;  where we tasted some apple cider (non-alcoholic ones, of course!) and learnt about how apple cider is being produced. Had a free apple too! Our last stop was the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yallingup Farm&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite late already so we didn't manage to walk around the sheep farm. However, we saw how a sheep was being shaven and i even tried to use a bottle of milk to feed the adorable lambs! Had roasted lamb for dinner. (So evil, right? But it's tasty!) Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadwater Beach Resort&lt;/span&gt; where we'll be staying for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;070606 Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngili Cave&lt;/span&gt;. It's a beautiful and unique place to visit. Saw limestones and crystals. (: We went through a small man-made tunnel. SO FUN! Heh heh. (x Later, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harvey Cheese Factory&lt;/span&gt;. Bought cheese for my brother and went for lunch. After that, we headed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nougat Factory&lt;/span&gt;. Late again. ): So we didn't really learn how nougats are being made but we bought a few packets of nougats each. The last stop was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt;. Once again, we're late. So we just bought a few packets of chocolates each as well. Then we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodearth Hotel&lt;/span&gt; where we'll be staying for the night. Had dinner and then performed an item in our groups for everyone. So embarrassing. )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;080606 Thur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day in Perth.): Had breakfast and went to a beach. ( I forgot the name of it. ) The sand was fine and the waters were in shades of blue. The waters were CLEAR too. (: Took some photos and went to another beach. This time, it's a man-made beach. Did some shopping there and bought myself a Rusty clutch. (: Then, we headed to the airport. Had lunch and boarded the plane to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days passed so quickly. ): I miss Perth SO MUCH. No more cows and horses and sheeps along our way anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13486371-115018004817403086?l=livefabulousity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/feeds/115018004817403086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13486371&amp;postID=115018004817403086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115018004817403086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13486371/posts/default/115018004817403086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livefabulousity.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13486371.post-114865115075765850</id><published>2006-05-27T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:15:03.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT. My parents kept the modemn. (Whatever its spelling is) So I can't use the internet, or should i say, can't use the laptop. GAHH. But they're attending a wedding dinner now, so I brought the laptop down to my granny's place to use. YAY. (&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my report book today. HORRIBLE results, i must admit. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1 more week to Perth. 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