<?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-29853924</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:08:17.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Narcissist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-1925439068314838673</id><published>2008-11-19T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:40:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of my job esp when someone micro-manages you. That's disgusting and irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-1925439068314838673?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/1925439068314838673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=1925439068314838673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1925439068314838673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1925439068314838673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/11/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-2608934679083135509</id><published>2008-10-12T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:14:59.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never underestimate the power of words</title><content type='html'>"If things would happen, it would..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet powerful. Too powerful for a weak heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-2608934679083135509?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/2608934679083135509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=2608934679083135509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/2608934679083135509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/2608934679083135509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-underestimate-power-of-words.html' title='Never underestimate the power of words'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-1210626384886107774</id><published>2008-10-02T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:02:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take one, two, three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Childrens' Day Pre-celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570368671732162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SOTg68Zr0cI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PnhGIh7xXPA/s400/IMG_1341+-+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Take One &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570488512289234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SOThB615mdI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/KaMO0LEwE2U/s400/IMG_1342+-+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Take Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*Run to the kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252570570513295026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SOThGsUdprI/AAAAAAAAAbY/925DE_32uME/s400/IMG_1343+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Proceed to digging out the M&amp;amp;M's 'eyes' afterwhich for the fear of tainted milk issue, replaced with the oreo bits* ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to take money out of wallet to pay taxi fare today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Uncle: "R u Malay or Chinese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being to caught up in digging out money was *stunned!* *look up at Uncle*: "Haha, no la, I'm Chinese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Uncle: "Ur eyes big big, look like Malay and Chinese. I though U Malay still come to work today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "haha..no la, Chinese"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Uncle: "Haha, like Malay, Chinese or &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eurasian&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "haha..Chinese la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I like the last word that Uncle mentioned in this conversation *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;br /&gt;Bursting into tears while talking to CW at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maloo*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can only be 2 ways to get recognise at work:&lt;br /&gt;- u bullshit at the right time and lick your management from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;- u r damn hardworking and zai, provided time and space is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither one so work so hard for what la......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4:&lt;br /&gt;Tay Ping Hui acting...no funny scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - laughing, giggling throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing at my own Tay Ping Hui and Phyllis Quek joke. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-1210626384886107774?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/1210626384886107774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=1210626384886107774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1210626384886107774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1210626384886107774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-one-two-three.html' title='Take one, two, three'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SOTg68Zr0cI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PnhGIh7xXPA/s72-c/IMG_1341+-+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-4361020724636132208</id><published>2008-09-29T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:04:36.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoscape..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251445214225991410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SODhmVddhvI/AAAAAAAAAao/ON5JNy-Nk7I/s400/IMG_0237-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Malacca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251445519270494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SODh4F1vP9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/D1K9-gIFA1A/s400/IMG_0498-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;JB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SODjMJ2palI/AAAAAAAAAa4/49fJ_Bgu-TY/s1600-h/IMG_0686-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251446963457059410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SODjMJ2palI/AAAAAAAAAa4/49fJ_Bgu-TY/s400/IMG_0686-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MacRitche - Trail towards Treetop Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447572878130146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SODjvoH8--I/AAAAAAAAAbA/erxFh3bBXCM/s400/IMG_0811-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The Singapore Flyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realize whenever there's opportunities, be it traveling or just out for the day, I tend to take photos of the surrounding scenery, especially those of skys. Ain't it beautiful to see ray of light streaming through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need my RAY of light always by my side, providing me with endless dose of laughter and TLC. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go make my stationery holder..&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/29853924-4361020724636132208?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/4361020724636132208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=4361020724636132208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4361020724636132208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4361020724636132208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/09/photoscape.html' title='Photoscape..'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SODhmVddhvI/AAAAAAAAAao/ON5JNy-Nk7I/s72-c/IMG_0237-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-8677775835397432782</id><published>2008-09-28T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:31:25.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring Sunday..</title><content type='html'>My baby's at work now, in fact since morning till tml..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin has gotten worst since my last post. The swelthering heat didn't make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today makeup-less to meet lili. Initially plan was to go bedok for Fish Noodle but by the time we reached, the fried-fish was finish. So we made our way on bus 12 to Bugis. It's been awhile since I've worn a mini-skirt and taken long bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to go Chinese garden to see lanterns with ch and hf, but the temptation of going home to watch F1 was too overwhelming. Felt bad about it but I needed time to rejuvenate so decided to head home after Bugis. Nothing much to shop...boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew F1 race could be so exciting. haha. Well, guess it ain't a good race for Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that my life lacks excitement whenever I read about other ppl's blog. Well, I guess I should enjoy and treasure whatever I have, especially my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a dress from FCUK which I saw from magazine. I adore their stuff, including all 15 pieces or more in my wardrobe. The latest 2 add-ons are tops from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251089946101691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SN-efAkEM0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/__36hmM6HEY/s400/image1x2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The jail-bird top! It's a blue-bird this time round..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251090145709148802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SN-eqoKMSoI/AAAAAAAAAag/4qzGtQS4fi0/s400/image1xl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My second swiss-dots blouse, in a different style!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Both goes perfectly with my high-waisted skirt/pants/shorts! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tainted milk issue has put me off chocs for awhile..So here I come, chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dunno why my tooth hurts. Hope it's not falling off.. Ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week a short week! yeh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-8677775835397432782?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/8677775835397432782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=8677775835397432782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8677775835397432782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8677775835397432782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/09/boring-sunday.html' title='A boring Sunday..'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SN-efAkEM0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/__36hmM6HEY/s72-c/image1x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-7266059762128902013</id><published>2008-09-25T22:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:30:21.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my BIG plans</title><content type='html'>1) I'm in the midst of my big plan. Hope everything works out well...&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't find new job so I need to get a-live outside. Hmm, being a tai-tai ain't a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) OMG, my comp is damn slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I realize I detest people telling me what I should do about stuff which I have done. It totally irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Received a surprised call from my-long-forgotten-me-agency aka Mannequin on one fine morning. But I still can't escape the fact that I'm on braces. Can't wait for those metal bits to be off next April, get rid of those BAGS, probably lasik if I can and TADAH, I will make a come back in modeling. perfect dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Getting a nice, worth-the-money maxi dress is so difficult. in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Having straight hair makes a whole lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249977119398376050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNuqX-CrMnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c0gB2cz98JY/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) My hair is longggger by abit already. Finally.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249976707621955378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNuqAADhpzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZFShgx9mIFM/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) Had a great day out with the girls on 5 Sep 08, our friendship day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249980067826537378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNutDlyuk6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PcqIWhbQdr8/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249978167440713634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNurU-TcJ6I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/VRKgKXzJiO0/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249978582283723202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNurtHtuIcI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1ARPwLtBpKw/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249974201460503970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNunuH4EtaI/AAAAAAAAAZg/SFM-AHcmcL8/s400/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Sometimes, I find it strange that stuff I wanna do is done in a group instead of A person. It don't take whole lot of effort, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao, such a short post takes up so much time. Can't imagine I have to do it on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;Good night world. I'm in a depressed mood again - health especially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-7266059762128902013?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/7266059762128902013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=7266059762128902013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/7266059762128902013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/7266059762128902013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-big-plans.html' title='my BIG plans'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SNuqX-CrMnI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c0gB2cz98JY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-4206016393766252192</id><published>2008-07-28T21:32:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:36.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Getaway,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rainy afternoon... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058045687497730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3LF9ZThAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/73XZ9TcCJy4/s400/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time checked&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059127350313666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3ME650QsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UEqf_OMLZtw/s400/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hearing heartbeat of Samui nearing.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059797091671618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3Mr54mXkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/iEv6y6Z5lDM/s400/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A scent of welcome..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228062179061635922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3O2jafm1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Al4N8as1CSE/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strolling on the beach.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060734354768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3NiddiQuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UC-nkqOtLpU/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chaweng Beach..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060503267183122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3NVAl9ihI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mLPDrpiytTI/s400/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228070647349454594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3WjePpJwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/C1naGgyvONU/s400/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunbathing..finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3OoBtZwBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Mqyr8KPbK0I/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228061929495969810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3OoBtZwBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Mqyr8KPbK0I/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samui Airport.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228062480529265378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3PIGd-kuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/I4h3CxCm9zI/s400/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangkok shopping spree.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228062943946133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3PjE1KzuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1R6bcCDvXjY/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that I need.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228063335737245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3P54XcviI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7iPG_cE1Mgc/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home-coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228064557656396898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3RBAXrVGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/QQEMu4-iRQk/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-4206016393766252192?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/4206016393766252192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=4206016393766252192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4206016393766252192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4206016393766252192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-little-getaway.html' title='Our little Getaway,,'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SI3LF9ZThAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/73XZ9TcCJy4/s72-c/IMG_0855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-6822059680258496192</id><published>2008-05-12T22:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:37.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ugly betty who wears Rado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it ever a mistake to take up a Science degree? It seems like a totally useless degree for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want new job!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wan a job that pays me well and not a company which gives me full of crappy excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been almost a year since I met him! Busy drafting a scrapbook for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some recent updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I have finally braced up the courage to put on braces! 1/2 Ugly betty in the making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199510815638688274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChfiePyEhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O4Y4H-6G2Tg/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I gotten my dream watch, or should I say the dream brand earlier than planned courtesy of him *heeeeee* Who needs Tag Heuer when u have RADO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511223660581410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChf6OPyEiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BuPRTmikE8A/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I have tinted my brows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199511696106983986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChgVuPyEjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/emF9fBSC6us/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was running through the list of skincare pdts I needed and realized, I'm 24 this year! OH MAN..no, it should be Old woMAN! It suddenly hit me I'm hitting mid-twenties. In my heart, I'm still in the 21-22 years old age. Nowadays, putting 4 kind of creams on my face is worth all the trouble. After perfecting my teeth, i'm still looking ugly with those bigger than life eyebags. Sad case, help, someone please help!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199512005344629314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChgnuPyEkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9zXiu_oCrgQ/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Eyebags are not the main focus when you have a nice top and tiffany earrings. So Spring/Summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ending off with Jordan, who never fails to perk me up after a day of work. He calls it the funny face and the happy face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199513955259781714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChiZOPyElI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eO9iIsxcmt8/s400/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199516493585453666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChks-PyEmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/p8xtnFYM5h4/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-6822059680258496192?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/6822059680258496192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=6822059680258496192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/6822059680258496192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/6822059680258496192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/05/ugly-betty-who-wears-rado.html' title='The ugly betty who wears Rado'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SChfiePyEhI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O4Y4H-6G2Tg/s72-c/IMG_0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-4039221725517082949</id><published>2008-01-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:17:53.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferiority complex!</title><content type='html'>Today, we saw a local actress at vivo during lunch time and we were discussing about her. Julian didn't know what we were talking about so he asked us. Then he said, "Who cares about her when we got Pei Li, etc etc". Thou I didn't take it to heart cos' Julian is always like that, but I secretly felt good about myself at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferiority complex is doing it's work on me again. Sometimes, this song title "Am I not pretty enough" likes to pay it's visit to my mind whenever I feel this way. Other "AM I.." questions come by naturally esp when I starts to make comparison. I'm an insecure person, and what makes things worst is my highly imaginative power. It sucks to feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to feel good about myself, but usually it's back to square one. It's not that I'm unhappy or whatever..but, it's explainable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be more confident of yourself girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray all will be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-4039221725517082949?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/4039221725517082949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=4039221725517082949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4039221725517082949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4039221725517082949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/01/inferiority-complex.html' title='Inferiority complex!'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-4962113796987457697</id><published>2008-01-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:02:36.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007..2008</title><content type='html'>Another of my bi-monthly updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good so far. Been trying to gather some resolutions I aim to achieve in 2008. But firstly, a recollection of how 2007 was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say 2007 has been a very fulfilling year, a year that I'll rem for life. My first big-scale pageant, a embarrassing moment watched by so many ppl, first quite crappy tv-ad, dengue fever and lastly, meeting the someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of 2007 was really packed with stuff. From being approach on streets for msu, to speaking on live tv, getting critisim from media and public, strutting ard in bikini and doing bombotic things in front of camera, dishing out dirt on how bias pageants are, had ppl scratching their head on how to pronounce 'Cadenze' this name, how it was critised by 8days. It's endless list. But strangely, I was not approach as frequently on streets nowadays. Not a bad thing either. Talking on that, there's some long overdue photos that I've yet to get from the girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how fate does it's work to bring us together, always put a smile on my face. And how dengue fever, strange enough, brought us even closer together. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have limited time to write all that's on my mind down. I guess I'll need a good half day to write all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I hope to be more thrifty..hmm..i just hope clothes and shoes would not be my greatest temptation. Need to spend my $ more wisely as there is a more important out there to be done! Be more healthy, I need take less sweet stuff, take some supplements. Care more for my family and spend more time to talk to mum. Probably planning to do braces to achieve a brilliant, perfect smile. Got to start learning cooking too *hehe*. Also, have a career change..show me the $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo..it's raining out there so its time to end this post..ARGH, not enough time not enough time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 7 months, time flies! I hope in 2008, there's more to come, more to look forward to =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-4962113796987457697?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/4962113796987457697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=4962113796987457697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4962113796987457697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4962113796987457697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-of-my-bi-monthly-updates.html' title='2007..2008'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-8426574242877568614</id><published>2007-11-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:34:26.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy updates</title><content type='html'>Been a long long while since I update. Busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cammy committed suicide recently, a fatal one. Feel so lost without one, hopefully will be getting one real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates on my life:&lt;br /&gt;Back from Vietnam last week, showed sighs of dengue again. Scare the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis sold me her Jay Chou's concert tickets!! woohooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a Coach wallet as "advanced" birthday pressie from dear. *beaming with happiness*&lt;br /&gt;Another item on my conquer list, a FCUK top which I adore *yeh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on to Mannequin!! Finally decided to leave Quest for good, I still have an outstanding pay of 17 months for goodness sake. But I haven picked up the courage to confront him. Thing doesn't seem to be so well at Mannequin too because the modelling world is over flooded with ang moh models. Get loooost all the caucasians models....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebonded my hair, 7 hours long process. Got my scalp BURNT because they slapped on the colour dye on my scalp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming, so does my birthday! turning 23 soon...old already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-8426574242877568614?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/8426574242877568614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=8426574242877568614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8426574242877568614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8426574242877568614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-updates.html' title='Happy updates'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-7670936603314325638</id><published>2007-09-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:37.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I dislike the feeling of having to make myself pissed or upset over stuff. It gets tiring at times. I hate to be thinking so much, so I choose to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I envy other people's life so much and I wonder why my life sucks. Maybe I yearn for too much. I yearn to be famous, get more modelling jobs and earn fucking big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder I wonder I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break I guess. A break where I don't have to worry about money, about following-up I need to do at work, about looking good, about so much so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111194690099469762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/Ru6cfYk93cI/AAAAAAAAAVs/--y1_uuIaBA/s400/IMG_3315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-7670936603314325638?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/7670936603314325638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=7670936603314325638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/7670936603314325638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/7670936603314325638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/Ru6cfYk93cI/AAAAAAAAAVs/--y1_uuIaBA/s72-c/IMG_3315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-6998091335819826971</id><published>2007-09-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:38.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear's back for the weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQDiZeAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WohHEUpAn54/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619902800689154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQDiZeAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WohHEUpAn54/s400/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evening sun on Benjamin Sheares bridge.  I din manage to rush to airport ontime =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Touching his fingers makes me feel high!! High with happiness &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQDiZeBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oUhD2c8Jk_E/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619902800689170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQDiZeBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oUhD2c8Jk_E/s400/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back at where we first met. Soo much fond memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105620169088661570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOfjiZeEI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Gxq4mCnWozs/s400/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Love his puppy eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQTiZeCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jH6oKLdCRnA/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619907095656482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQTiZeCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/jH6oKLdCRnA/s400/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acting cute *puke*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQTiZeDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4DSiMK028w4/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105619907095656498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQTiZeDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4DSiMK028w4/s400/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going home alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Missing him already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-6998091335819826971?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/6998091335819826971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=6998091335819826971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/6998091335819826971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/6998091335819826971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming!'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtrOQDiZeAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/WohHEUpAn54/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-990493146958266897</id><published>2007-08-28T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The problem with me for not posting updates is because I'm too ambitious. I usually have too much things that I want to writedown as I dun blog often. I ended up not updating because if I want to write everything down, it'll take me zillion years. And the vicious cycle repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. boring tuesday. Long, busy day at work. Missing him so much as usual. 2 more days to our 3 months *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday had casting at Hour Glass. Never knew the building between Paragon and Lucky Plaza is Rolex Building. Haha. Saw Irene gan there, she's really gorgeous. Heard from Bhak I got the job. I hope so, more so they'll allow me to wear those expensive watches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went window shopping after casting. Some nice clothes at Zara caught my attention. I like, I love. I realize it's hard to do window shopping. Main reason is, I will only pick clothes I like to try. After putting it on, like becomes love, nice becomes pretty. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my current wish list: COACH's LEGACY LEATHER FRAMED FRENCH PURSE&lt;br /&gt;After some calculation and distribution of my pay, erm, think this shall be my Oct's wish list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103765052454434802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtQ3RjiZd_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/CmVWfFiaGmg/s400/40705_B4C9_d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to hit the sacks. I cannot emphasize how much I miss him. Tml is DA DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-990493146958266897?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/990493146958266897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=990493146958266897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/990493146958266897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/990493146958266897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/08/boring-tuesday.html' title='Boring Tuesday'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtQ3RjiZd_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/CmVWfFiaGmg/s72-c/40705_B4C9_d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-495688687304715150</id><published>2007-08-26T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:39.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The once in awhile update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wooo..another 2-3 mths since I last updated. Been busy with job, my new love life and modelling. YA, self-delusional modelling. That's the word man! However, thing seems to be pretty lately. The MOST busy months since I started modelling in 2005. How pathetic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a Sony Style filming which was aired on AXN. Wanted to go to sis's house to watch but she told me 'Cannot even see your face and it was like a few secs only'. Erm..so can forget about it. haha. Hopefully they'll post the video online so I can at least watch the few secs of myself on tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week had two events this week. Marie France ad on wed, which turn out to be quite disaterous. Firstly, the night before, panic attack striked because I realize I have used up my last pair of contact lens. Secondly, the horrendous makeup makes my already-very-swollen-puffy-eyes even worst. Who the hell use gold eye shadow on the person whom has such goldfish eyes!! Lastly, my acting skills need to be really improved, 'nuff said. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103019609340606338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGRTDiZd4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/cFp8pMFr6w0/s400/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Who is the person on the right with such puffy eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103020013067532178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGRqjiZd5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/VF9Wu9TETJ4/s400/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rushing back to work, with hair all plastered with wax &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday night I did a fashion show, Wardrobe II at Zouk. Was a very last min one, almost missed it. So thankful to my sis help, if not I would have missed out a fun night. Just kinda sad and disappointed when none of my friends could make it. I love the collection which we had to modelled for, HRH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made to wear a veil, so I wasn't able to see very clearly on the runway. But it was really nothing as compared to MSU. haha. I'm all trained up after MSU. Met YY at the show too. And Xing Yuan aka Samantha. Heard of her before the event because she was in same project group as a friend. And he asked me see her friendster because he think she's damn cool. Which I agree after meeting her in person. I love her curls, she could really carry it off. Being girls, we of course took the free time to take photos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103017264288462690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGPKjiZd2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/RED0a1eMVdY/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unveil-ed me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGSujiZd7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/6b0JRAuHbQw/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103021181298636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGSujiZd7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/6b0JRAuHbQw/s400/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually, they could really save up on the makeup on my face coz you can't really see much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGSWDiZd6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/lCWdAlP_wZw/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103020760391841698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGSWDiZd6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/lCWdAlP_wZw/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Sam. Swyn, Yingting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103027258677360594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGYQTiZd9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/VNuiVhLXAN0/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Close up of our bai lian &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGQ7ziZd3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/3LbkirST42A/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103019209908647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGQ7ziZd3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/3LbkirST42A/s400/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, the Kabuki who has gone mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home straight after the event. I wanna go out late, I wanna go chill out, someone pls take me out. Hope he come back soon, real soon. It's been a month since I saw him. SOB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pic of my man in suit, suave!woohoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103029526420092898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGaUTiZd-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/RJgje7LVSNk/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-495688687304715150?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/495688687304715150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=495688687304715150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/495688687304715150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/495688687304715150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/08/wooo.html' title='The once in awhile update'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RtGRTDiZd4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/cFp8pMFr6w0/s72-c/DSC00762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-2423940136442075031</id><published>2007-06-14T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:41.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdated Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been 2 mths since I last updated. Although the final night didn't went so smoothly for me, with all the tongue-tied, it still ended with a BANG! Although I kept telling myself, I'm still a winner if I didn't get into top 10, I was seriously dying for my name to be called when I was on the stage. When my name, (the name that 8 days made such a BIG fuss over it) was called by Adrian Pang, my heart that was beating so fast almost popped out!! Of course, that's one of the reason of the tongue-tightness/tied-ness when answering the Q&amp;A. Bloody hell, the most embaressing moment of my life. Stammering on the national TV, being watched by so many people. haha. Luckily it was just embaressing moments that Cadenze would be remembered for, not Pei Li. hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341263439853394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgNWziZd1I/AAAAAAAAATs/OutZm9qGGMw/s400/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My 2 fav. girls from the paegent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's pretty back to normal after the paeagent. A end for Cadenze, and a new beginning for Pei Li. hehe. I'm only Cadenze when I go for casting. Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde's story! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief look on my trip to Vietnam, HCM. It was quite an eye-opener for me. A very different city from what I expected. I enjoyed the trip and food! The travelling was quite a tired one, ranging from 1-2hours. Whenever long travelling hours were involved, I would just doze off, with mouth opened. SO pai seh lo! But I just couldn't help it whenever I sleep in car. I was also constantly hungry when I travel. So after waking up, I would munch on granola bar, or cornflakes. Must be the paegent that deprived me of food. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100336646350009986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgJKDiZdoI/AAAAAAAAASE/9uv4ptGR7To/s400/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks run down, but, all buildings looks similar to this one in HCM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100336856803407506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgJWTiZdpI/AAAAAAAAASM/HOT9nhbAbWQ/s400/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100337677142161058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgKGDiZdqI/AAAAAAAAASU/1ar-eN5wmow/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View from the 20th something floor. I love view of places from the top =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgL1ziZd0I/AAAAAAAAATk/7xS1kjqPGq8/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100339596992542530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgL1ziZd0I/AAAAAAAAATk/7xS1kjqPGq8/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cows are everywhere on the road in the rural areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338089459021522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgKeDiZdtI/AAAAAAAAASs/YQEML6RgE6c/s400/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Railway track that run acorss the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338003559675586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgKZDiZdsI/AAAAAAAAASk/2PHVOyOMtIc/s400/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Floating restaurant plus a boat ride I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100337870415689394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgKRTiZdrI/AAAAAAAAASc/BfKVdu8J_H0/s400/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A theme park. I thought it was a temple, a huge one, but my Vietnamese co-colleague told me it's a huge theme-park! So interesting. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100339090186401570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLYTiZdyI/AAAAAAAAATU/ulbKJdpR1Lo/s400/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Everything is in abundant in HCM. People, MOTORBIKES esp, flys, cow etc. A bad traffic, a terrible one when it was raining at a junction. Traffic from all direction wants to move. SO everyone move together. My driver just turned, with half of the car onto the pavement, and move in the opposite direction of traffic. Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338884027971330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLMTiZdwI/AAAAAAAAATE/RDyrSVZ8gCI/s400/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mask for motorists, cause the main form of transport is Motor. broom..broom..everywhere. The mask are co cute that I can't resist and I bought 2 to keep. When I was back, Rowan wore it and commented "Gu gu, now I cannot smell Ah Ma's cooking already." *literally with an exclamation* HUGE LAUGHTERS.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338995697121042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLSziZdxI/AAAAAAAAATM/nHS8Jd_9BtI/s400/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Freshly-grinded coffee! Nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLxTiZdzI/AAAAAAAAATc/FBprsJlQADs/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100339519683131186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLxTiZdzI/AAAAAAAAATc/FBprsJlQADs/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soveniors shop in the flea market. A place I went crazy..shopping! Bien Tian Market or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLHDiZdvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_n1al8ova24/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338793833658098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgLHDiZdvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_n1al8ova24/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoes Shoes..Everywhere!! I just love shoes. Bought 3 pairs, adding on to my 20+ pair of shoes collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgK-jiZduI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tJv0NZpEJxY/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338647804770018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgK-jiZduI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tJv0NZpEJxY/s400/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My phone, same model as my special someone =)&lt;/div&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/29853924-2423940136442075031?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/2423940136442075031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=2423940136442075031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/2423940136442075031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/2423940136442075031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-2-mths-since-i-last-updated.html' title='Backdated Post!'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RsgNWziZd1I/AAAAAAAAATs/OutZm9qGGMw/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-8354665680149256803</id><published>2007-04-14T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:44.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My MSU journey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been long awhile since I last update. Nobody reads anyway. haa. Finally there's a day which I can really sit down and write this precious memory down. Plus, I'm trying to kill time while trying to keep a lookout for my video!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a hectic 3weeks ever since I was selected for the finals. Training, roadshows, filming..This has been a really amazing journey. Time really flies, I can still rem being approached at PS to sign up. Never expect myself to have gone and survive so far. Still can rem the jittery me on the semi-finals on march 24th. Hmm..let me recall the whole journey from the start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On this fine day morning, I decided to wake up early and go for a shopping spree at PS. Was too lazy to take mrt, so I choose to take bus 64. In this way, I could be in shorts, specs and no makeup! Hmm..the oli makeup I had was some touchup of my eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached PS at about 11.30am but they changed the bus stop for bus 64. It no longer stops outside Parkmall. So fedup, I had to walk all the way from behind Singapore shopping centre and it started raining halfway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I spent a bomb that day at Dorothy Perkins that day. Over 200bucks for 3 dresses. But I got my Topshop membership card. Whhheee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around somemore, think it was about 2-3pm already. Decided to take a bus back again and while walking towards the bus stop, a gal came up to me. The first line is "Hi, I'm from mediacorp. I saw you a few times walking around PS but you were very far from me, so didn't catch up with you. Finally saw you again so decided to approach you. Are you keen on taking part in Miss S'pore Universe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was quite happy la, coz the night before I was still thinking about it but was too lazy to find out where to get the form. So this was a good chance. I was quite doubtful when she approached me coz I was in my shorts, tee, specs, NO MAKEUP. I seriously look very different with specs, haa. An piece of evidence below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069601472683645202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrXrfQbGRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CBpnPL-DKl4/s400/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stuffing myself with cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, back to story-telling, I decided to give shot and I did not regret about my choice (only when I looked back after the whole journey).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere in Feb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Receive a call from Mediacorp asking me to go down for audition for MSU! I still remember I received the call during lunch time, I was jumping with excitement after getting the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for audition on a Fri, rushed back from work and rushed there. The moment I stepped out of the lift, I was taken aback by the sight of a HUGE group of bikini-clan gals. I mean where would you get chance to see so many gals in bikini (gals in underwear as what Christy claimed) other than the beach/mayb fashion show. Felt uncomfortable to be sitting and waiting for my turn to go in. KAOZ, it's really like pigs waiting to be slaughtered. NAKED PIGS. Haa. I was glad I bumped into Carol, a gal from my JC, but she can't recognise me. Maybe it's a good thing that I changed alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Audition was good, Arrol asked for me during the group interview. During the individual, he also asked me alot of qns which shows he is keen in me. I'm quite happy about that and was more or less confident of getting selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I receive call on the following Mon/Tue saying I'm selected for semi-finals, top 26!! Another which starts to set in is the number of days of leave I've to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the saturday in Feb I think, we met up with all the girls. In the meeting room, I saw a familiar face walked in. No, it wasn't one of the contestants. He is the stylist and he's none other den my sec sch band senior, JuSTIN! Was overjoyed to see him. Coz usually for pageants I took part in, I get crappy clothes. So I though by having a stylist who knows me, I can be at some advantage. Ok, divert abit, my clothes for my Female last year wasn't that bad. I still love the 299bucks I wore but was way out of my budget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069604002419382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrZ-vQbGSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YsqFZ1XTW0A/s400/x14_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069605595852249394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrbbfQbGTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Ethu_P5miM/s400/IMG_1377new.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During the preview show at raffles city. We got to keep the Guess jeans we wore =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606021054011714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/Rlrb0PQbGUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NRgm2TocvEU/s400/female9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Benefit of the doubt, the guy in the background is none other den Cleo Bachelor 2007. hee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069606145608063314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/Rlrb7fQbGVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZynMPO2ZNKQ/s400/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Finals at Zouk. I love this set of clothes, but it's too ex and too bad, it wasnt for free this time &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back back. After the meet up session, it was followed by deportment classes, choreography, speech lessons and fitting of bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had a Citispa roadshow before the actual semi-finals too. Did not manage to take any pics I think. But found a article from Judy's online album:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069595824801650850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrSivQbGKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/vzyZr0lJJjk/s400/ea2e7d4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th March - Semi-Finals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are at Mediacorp at staggered timing starting from 8am+. Oh ya, we had a pre-interview session with the EP (executive Producer, a new term I've learnt recently) and another lady. It was to review our 1 line of self introduction we going to say in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597362399942834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrT8PQbGLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q1TMrhtmbMc/s400/ea2e7452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597572853340354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrUIfQbGMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WMR4A82dr7I/s400/ea2e737d.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The group shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And we set up to Oosh for rehearsal at 11+. Damn, can you imagine having rehearsal under such hot sun. After first round, some of us were scheduled for makeup, not knowing there'll be 2nd round of rehearsal. ARGH, my makeup melted under the scorching sun. And my top was soaking wet, as I was in a grey top, you can imagine the embaressment I faced. Haa. Found a pic that I dun rem taking:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069598247163205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrUvvQbGNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5Z6joi2HxEQ/s400/ea2e7f57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069598934357973234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrVXvQbGPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JerphP4zaQI/s400/ea2e7555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069598693839804642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrVJvQbGOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DJ_33aIWLQc/s400/ea2e83db.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My super white face..with Justin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069599020257319170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrVcvQbGQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KbWs2TgxBC4/s400/ea2e7798.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All prep up for the night. Sally-hansenEd and baby-oiLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If I don't rem wrongly, had a official proper photoshoot on the 28th March. It was at this ulu place but it was a photoshoot I enjoyed after being in modelling for sometime. It was then I start to feel the competativeness. I guess it's natural that everyone wants to stand out in the group photo, so does myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The photos didn't really came out as well as I've expected. The group swimwear made me looks like I've got thunder thighs!! Oh man..and my face looks so flat so I think they took away too much of my eyebags. haa. It's not that I purposely want to have eyebags that are as big as my eyes, it's just a inheritance. It feels good to receive compliments from the photographer though I think it's part of his job to make you feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shoot at Carribean, the very nice condo beside Habourfront. Initially I was sceptical about the filming there. The place turned out to be so damn amazing. However, weather was the killer. We reached there about 10am+ but it was raining. We gals ended up shopping at Vivo. Group filming took place about 2pm+ indoor, at the waterfall. (I found out the later that the water from the waterfall actually comes from the freshwater lagoon!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the individual filming and I was so damn consicious of my tummy when I had to sit down and "play" with the water. DUH. We didn't manage to finish filming but had lotsa fun playing around with towels. haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel more at ease when we are in smaller group, more fun, less competition. Luckily, I manage to get along quite well with the gals in my group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069610882956990818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrgPPQbGWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PK0TzzLVfQs/s400/224967023l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One of my fav. pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming at Good Wood Park for evening wear. Had my hair done up and they kept saying Sun Yanzi..Look like meh?? Ask hf, she said it's my mouth. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like the change of hairstyle, at least it's something different from my usual bob. bob bob bob..reminds me of bobdog n bobdog sweets.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069614623873505682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/Rlrjo_QbGZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/1dgJswHOUxU/s400/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069615010420562338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/Rlrj_fQbGaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cSeADUHlYcA/s400/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069612884411750770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlriDvQbGXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ONZ6fRD4kwM/s400/DSC00125new.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069618051257407922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrmwfQbGbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ykNWqGF-Jf4/s400/new.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our so-call spa party. It should be call the waiting party instead lo. Was feeling very jialat coz it was the time of the month. And the tonnes of waiting doesn't really help. I had this body treatment which required me to wear a SPACE SUIT. haa. Nah, it was a uber transparent bodysuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to do abit of shopping with Joey and Xuemei after "the party", which made me felt better. Talking about the dress, I almost forgot I've that dress! A mini-mod dress from Dorothy Perkins, I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075914056340220434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFE8N6SKhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/u7f88CA0FE0/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075924110858660434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFOFd6SKlI/AAAAAAAAARM/haJqY3u4pYg/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075923359239383586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFNZt6SKiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QeetxAj5Tno/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075923513858206258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFNit6SKjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DQteG2CShic/s400/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-filming of swimwear at Carribean. On one hand, I was reluctant to go coz had to take leave and was so drained after so many days of event. However, I was glad I got a chance to go back there, armed with camera to snap n snap n snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075926125198322306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFP6t6SKoI/AAAAAAAAARk/K_UiEYTZaV4/s400/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075925957694597746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFPw96SKnI/AAAAAAAAARc/izfKotxFayI/s400/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075925850320415330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RnFPqt6SKmI/AAAAAAAAARU/jSXPyCgxh8M/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't really rem what went on after this, just that we had training every evening. Imagine I have to rush down for rehearsal everyday after work, reach home at 11.30, sleep at 12+ and the cycle repeats itself for almost 2whole weeks. Who say being in pageant is simple! It takes so much hard work. I still have to keep up with diet, nightly crunches, push-ups, weight training and thigh/butt firming exercise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-8354665680149256803?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/8354665680149256803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=8354665680149256803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8354665680149256803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8354665680149256803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-msu-journey.html' title='My MSU journey..'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RlrXrfQbGRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CBpnPL-DKl4/s72-c/DSC00286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-1045136206873264618</id><published>2007-03-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:38:52.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled up..</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the heat of the competition. I can only blame myself for not being well-read enough. But, that only matters if I get into finals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this articule online, "More women should try accepting what God has given them, because to the men that matter, bra sizes rarely count." From a view point of a not-the-very-well-endowed woman, I totally agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to be happy being single. I really want to be. So sick of being stuck in this cycle of happy, sad, excited (all over nothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn depressed right now about everything and anything. Just don't let me trip and fall or stammer on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-1045136206873264618?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/1045136206873264618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=1045136206873264618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1045136206873264618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1045136206873264618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/03/jumbled-up.html' title='Jumbled up..'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-8740877611260413449</id><published>2007-03-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys and the girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfP_SfxELKI/AAAAAAAAANY/D7cBX62kwyk/s1600-h/RIMG0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040653101187738786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfP_SfxELKI/AAAAAAAAANY/D7cBX62kwyk/s400/RIMG0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040653371770678450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfP_iPxELLI/AAAAAAAAANg/-VyOqbp-q5o/s400/RIMG0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040653689598258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfP_0vxELMI/AAAAAAAAANo/JOBLDRpJQCY/s400/RIMG0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ba hu (aka pork floss) boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040654217879235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfQATfxELNI/AAAAAAAAANw/E4_u0x5rV9I/s400/RIMG0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040656086190009602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfQCAPxELQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4U_vbdV7EZw/s400/RIMG0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very 80's over the hedge boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040654630196096226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfQArfxELOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JQm9l0FuuaU/s400/RIMG0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040655240081452274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfQBO_xELPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WsHh6Q4WYP0/s400/RIMG0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pinky bubble girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-8740877611260413449?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/8740877611260413449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=8740877611260413449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8740877611260413449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/8740877611260413449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/03/boys-and-girl.html' title='The boys and the girl'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RfP_SfxELKI/AAAAAAAAANY/D7cBX62kwyk/s72-c/RIMG0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-4851881960060150464</id><published>2007-02-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:47.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk through the nature..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGf5rd1YMI/AAAAAAAAALY/6Yxq7ufobvY/s1600-h/catus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035481671646142658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGf5rd1YMI/AAAAAAAAALY/6Yxq7ufobvY/s400/catus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cactus that is definitely larger than my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGfI7d1YKI/AAAAAAAAALI/Cg8sW08aMJw/s1600-h/catepillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035480834127519906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGfI7d1YKI/AAAAAAAAALI/Cg8sW08aMJw/s400/catepillar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture that looks like it came straight out from some Biology textbook.Catepillar that gave me goosebumps. Yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035481564271960242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGfzbd1YLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5c9-1NXIOK8/s400/3catepillar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; More catepillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035482225696923858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGgZ7d1YNI/AAAAAAAAALg/Pfu1PzQN3i8/s400/diasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daisies i presume. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035482784042672354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGg6bd1YOI/AAAAAAAAALo/_xfbPEfvuKw/s400/hydragena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hydragnea (don't know exact spelling). I received pink ones before, but still love the purplish blue ones. Nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035483651626066162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGhs7d1YPI/AAAAAAAAALw/pKQBxZrUp1g/s400/RIMG0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035483947978809602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGh-Ld1YQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KDAPMF17WOM/s400/RIMG0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035484291576193298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGiSLd1YRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/39eQAGFayI8/s400/RIMG0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love the nature, the greens and pretty flowers! Refreshing to my tired heart and weary soul. Would love to have someone to sweep me off my feet. Where are you the mr someone because I don't see you anywhere near. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-4851881960060150464?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/4851881960060150464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=4851881960060150464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4851881960060150464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/4851881960060150464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/02/walk-through-nature.html' title='A walk through the nature..'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/ReGf5rd1YMI/AAAAAAAAALY/6Yxq7ufobvY/s72-c/catus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-1029192618480420030</id><published>2007-02-18T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggy Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decided to blog while waiting for my Prison Break II to load. Actually, I'm just waiting to see more of Wentworth Miller *slurp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis commented my thighs got cellulite. CELLULITE!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!! The moment I heard that, I turned around and tried to look for the diasterous spot, but I couldn't see. For a moment, I look like a dog playing with my own tail. I'm sensitive to comments especially on my legs. Damn. Now my daily (not-so-daily) toning exercise will inculde one more item, the forward lunge to train my thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032860957952580050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdhQYEKyGdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vgeYoJWHEF0/s400/RIMG0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032861176995912162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdhQk0KyGeI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bTkMq0hUieY/s400/RIMG0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I miss the place where we used to rot every sunday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I'm rich, I'm gonna get the place back =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032861602197674482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdhQ9kKyGfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xn_0jYB2D3Q/s400/RIMG1211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My obsession with legs, my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I blog but I disallow people to read my blog. Hmm..something's wrong with that. The something is me, myself, the siao charbo!haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days of rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-1029192618480420030?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/1029192618480420030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=1029192618480420030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1029192618480420030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1029192618480420030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/02/leggy-issue.html' title='Leggy Issue'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdhQYEKyGdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vgeYoJWHEF0/s72-c/RIMG0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-7081924405446451902</id><published>2007-02-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very happening week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dong Dong Dong Chiang!New's Year Eve Eve!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A happy day for me coz half day of work oli plus i'm more confident of myself 2day without specs..hee. Wanted go shopping 2day but everywhere was packed with ppl..sian. Think will go out early tml to help mum get some groceries and maybe get clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had dinner at New Habour just now at Tanjong Pagar, nice food and nice company! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A super maloo ting happen on Wed, valentine's day. I received flowers, big bouquet, 24 roses to be exact. I don't why is it 24. So I ask the sender, "How come 24? I don't want to er si. No wonder I was so hungry just now!" haa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, back to my story. Happily I went up the bus, thou I saw a seat, I proudly stride past, thinking there will be more seats at the back of the bus. I ended up without having any seat and was also too engrossed in positioning my flowers properly, the bus suddenly jerk. Wa sei, when I regained my conscious, I was already half lying on a guy who was sitting down. The following 10 mins of the bus ride was the longest time of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was not the first time I did such maloo stuff. I rem there was once on mrt, I was wearing kitty heels. When the mrt hauled to a stop at a station, I saw a seat. I wanted to quickly rush to the seat before the mrt starts moving, but, to my horror, before I saw down (and I was in the sitting position), the mrt moved. So instead of sitting on at the empty seat, I ended up on a guy's lap. Duh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, went for dinner with my dear lili on the 14th. My dear date for 2years. hehe. She received flowers too! So happy for her! And I ask if did she feel as bitter and bitchy as we were last year on Valentine's day. She just laugh, so the answer was a "NO". Both of us are indeed happier girls this year. For me, a person who has grown stronger. For her, a person who has found a soulmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got home that day, I just left the flowers in the living room and just plunge myself into the couch, watching tv. My mum, as usual, very happy and excited about my flowers, brought the bouquet to the kitchen and put in a plastic container (cos' there's no big vase at home). When I stepped into the kitchen, I saw her wrapping the container with the wrapper and tying a ribbon. My mum is so cute!haa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Creations of mummy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032156467351918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXPpUKyGRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9BN3RhRrsGQ/s320/RIMG0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The ribboned "vase"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032156750819760418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXP50KyGSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/t1Ket3VPiKI/s320/RIMG0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite animal in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to cut my hair last sunday. Not only did I spent a whopping 5 hrs 15 min (from 11.15 am to 4.30 pm), I also had my hair washed 5 bloody times. I told myself that maybe it was a good thing because I can save myself the trouble of washing hair for the next 5 days!haa. And it was A BIG MISTAKE. HAIR was cut very very short. I look stupid enough with specs. Now I'm stupid x 100 with that hair. So if I ask dumbass questions, please pardon me. Was in such bad mood that I cancelled my tuition on the same day. Wanted someone's opinion so badly, so I quickly called my personal style-advisor for "shelter" and help. ha! Felt so much better after hearing the "ok" word from him. He also just cut hair and he said his friends said he look super punk. And he added, he oli trust my opinion so wanted me to see. Guess we are really know each other very well, what looks good and what's not. This year would be the 6th year I know him. We came a long way. We met at a wrong time. If not, for others, 6years would be enough for courtship, marriage and 1 or 2 kids. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, I want to announce that I have just deleted someone from my msn. A shallow, good for nothing asshole. Nah, neither did he cheat my feelings nor my money. I just think he's so childish. So what you are in some magazine. This the first time I come across such guy with disgusting acts. PUI! If you do not see me online nowadays, please start to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics taken on the Chinatown outing last saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032157111597013298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXQO0KyGTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qz8dEAcHyuE/s320/RIMG0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The little photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032157433719560514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXQhkKyGUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VQeC273kGoQ/s320/RIMG0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The little gal who ate up all the sweets on the whole universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I end the post with a cutesy creation at work!haa. Don't know why I drew a more plump gal, and unconsciously, the legs are not "stick" like. Where's wally, spot it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032158125209295202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXRJ0KyGWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lJUc1fOR1WU/s400/me+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-7081924405446451902?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/7081924405446451902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=7081924405446451902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/7081924405446451902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/7081924405446451902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-very-happening-week.html' title='My very happening week!'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXPpUKyGRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9BN3RhRrsGQ/s72-c/RIMG0728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-1672033547975310845</id><published>2007-02-05T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Some interesting things I observe in mrt on 1 of my very normal day to work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I saw a couple standing close to me..so being very bored..i started to observe them. They keep hug on a very pack mrt. I guess more of these couples should take mrt..coz they saved up lotsa space..haa..n after awhile, when the train was less packed, and the couple stood side by side, I saw the gal leaning on the shoulder..WITH EASE i must add. Then I started to wonder, if 1 day I need to lean on my BF's shoulder this way, he must be a BF..G..Big Friendly Giant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) After I happily settled down in a seat, I saw this lady in a green top and a skirt with dark brown prints. I started wonder again, why would people like to dress like a tree. It look so tacky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Another bo liao thing I notice: NEVER buy a bright yellow polo tee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was this guy, he was wearing a bright yellow polo tee, thou it was a POLO RAPLH tee, the first thing that came to my mind, "how come it look so much like the national tee that the Thais wore". Guess I'm still in my own world of Sg vs Thailand match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner recently with my 2 pretty, very pretty model frens!hee..Too bad I missed the waffle session with them! I must go back to try the waffles at Balmoral Plaza one of these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032160676419869042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXTeUKyGXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DD38mWAYhq4/s400/RIMG0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032160882578299266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXTqUKyGYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Tq6e4RLBRy4/s400/RIMG0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..I always look like the passer-by in pictures with frens..dunno y too..this has not oli happened once..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime ago, I think was on 2nd Jan, I took my 2 little nephews out.. ALL BY MYSELF..muahaa...power right! I can be a super nanny next time! As usual, I got lotsa stares from people but I dun mind to be called the mummy of these 2 handsome boys!hee. Rowan insisted I can't bring Jordan out. He told me, "Gu gu,my papa say cannot bring Didi out. Papa say he must sit in pram den can go out"..Brought them to the koi pond at suntec (I almost wanted to spell coil pond!haa). And you know what, I carried Jordan in 1 hand and the other hand holding Rowan's hand. When I got so tired, I made Jordan walk..and I made him walk faster by asking me to chase after me. I love to make kids run after me..haa..so they move faster. Such an evil aunt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032161260535421330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXUAUKyGZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xGL13vONFco/s400/RIMG0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rowan's wearing my adidas cap. Coz he wanted wear a very old-fashion, ah pek cap which I was strongly against. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032161827471104418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXUhUKyGaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KIGgNnPhfBw/s400/RIMG0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rowan and his chicken pox scar. Talking about chicken pox..rowan's understanding of this term as he was telling his mummy, "Chicken is the pok pok pok that chicken, and pox is the box (punch) people that pox lo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032162360047049138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXVAUKyGbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uqduTsXO5EU/s400/RIMG0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan busy looking at the fishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032162811018615234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXVakKyGcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7RD_96ozOj8/s400/RIMG0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of them enjoying Mac..1 is busy eating fries, while the other..busy eat ketchup off his fries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at their ketchupY mouth..so adorable..They never fail to cheer me up even in my saddest moments in life..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would just tell Rowan, "Gu gu very sad u know"..and he'll give me the very curious smile, and ask "How come u very sad?"..I'm glad that there's at least Rowan who will care for me.. &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/29853924-1672033547975310845?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/1672033547975310845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=1672033547975310845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1672033547975310845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/1672033547975310845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RdXTeUKyGXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DD38mWAYhq4/s72-c/RIMG0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-909767746877817427</id><published>2006-12-17T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:49.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an angel in my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had a family dinner at sis place..dad's bday plus christmas!fun and tiring..esp when the kids take turn to ask me to carry them to place with the wind chime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tired..but i seriously need a place to vent my fustration or i'll start killing ppl..mayb later i can go vent my anger on my sheepS and pigletS *evil smile*..nah, i wun bear to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something which caught my eye when i opened the fridge just now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009507001157080418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYVYE3fM1WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9tGT6UXYgnc/s400/RIMG0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SKITTLES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009507387704137074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYVYbXfM1XI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6VAfJt4wIzM/s400/RIMG0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEW STRAWBERRY ICE-CREAM FLAVOUR SKITTLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little joy in life i find in sweets and chocs..esp new and colourful ones.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also managed to take some pics of my accessories at sis' place just now..gonna to do sth about my blog for my jewellery or he'll come back from korea and starts to nag! Gonna start saving and hire some1 (at a cheap Price i hope) to do a website for me for my accessories..feel so wasted to let my talent go to waste!haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in 1 week's time..i dread Christmas this year. I looked forward to it few weeks back when all the Deco was up at orchard..but as it draw closer..i begin to feel damn sad! for the past 5 christmas, i had him..i look forward to making christmas card, searchin for gifts for him, tinkin of wat to wear for christmas to aunt pauline's hse, discussing of wat to get for his family, questioning him wat his mum and aunt pauline bought for me..but I'm goona b ALL freaking alone this year!!fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, my mum said she n dad mite b going johor..on 23...sis and family is flyin to NZ on 25th..duh..ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!HOME ALONE THIS CHRISTMAS..thou Sg is not snowing..my heart is already piled up with snow before 25th comes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made up my mind to msg my dearest fren, asking if they meeting on 23/24/25..she said..NO!oli meeting on new yr's eve..oh great,and they r going pasir ris park................................................................... -_-lll...................................and i continued to ask if they meeting on 23/24/25..no reply..oh well well well and many more wellS..HOHO..meery christmas to myself..christmas sux..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAi..mayb i'm too wild for my fren..mayb i'll be so desperate to go out with any1 who ask me to!but....2nd tots..christmas is meant spent with my love ones..if not, den i'll rather spend it alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, as my title suggested..i need an angel in my miserably boring, sad life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009504574500558162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYVV3nfM1VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KCCDjHNHYDM/s400/RIMG0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; *ta deng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess this will be my best fren for now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-909767746877817427?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/909767746877817427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=909767746877817427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/909767746877817427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/909767746877817427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-angel-in-my-life.html' title='I need an angel in my life..'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYVYE3fM1WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9tGT6UXYgnc/s72-c/RIMG0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-6427523115583289504</id><published>2006-12-04T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:39:51.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love kids (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long time nv post..came across a few super cute pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008778176698274226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLBNszUUbI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vl0VtJF8CTM/s400/152_5268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008778464461083074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLBeczUUcI/AAAAAAAAABs/VdAURjLCSK0/s400/152_5269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008778868188008914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLB18zUUdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o5bvbepgTHI/s400/152_5261_r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These pics are taken 2 years back..when rowan celebrated he's 2 yrs bday...this reminds me that i'm 2 years older too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie and Kieran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008781647031849442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLEXszUUeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LTCcxzd5y1U/s400/RIMG0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008782394356158962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLFDMzUUfI/AAAAAAAAACE/7aSJaVH0y6A/s400/RIMG0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The auntie who spoils them with branded stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008793346522763922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLPAszUUpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nrAAWh_pxyQ/s400/RIMG0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My sunnies..maybe it's sun bathing somewhere in Redang island now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008785637056467474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLH_8zUUhI/AAAAAAAAACU/N1fFUxq_oB4/s400/RIMG0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dougnut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008785916229341730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLIQMzUUiI/AAAAAAAAACc/LiSZ5DoMcL8/s400/RIMG0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My french connection skirt..so colurful!i like!!hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008787694345802290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLJ3szUUjI/AAAAAAAAACk/LlC9zoZj5wE/s400/RIMG0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Whip cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008788853986972226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLK7MzUUkI/AAAAAAAAACs/y6MOky_b_yA/s400/RIMG0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Flower! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008790885506503282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLMxczUUnI/AAAAAAAAADE/FOko9_bDCaw/s400/tn_171_7143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008791053010227842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLM7MzUUoI/AAAAAAAAADM/DZG31nfRZII/s400/tn_172_7210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adorable siblings who always gets to travel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008790305685918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLMPszUUmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ePgLgDm0xKA/s400/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retro christy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008790005038207570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLL-MzUUlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Uf8GQ3WVK78/s400/RIMG0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Doughnut..again..haa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to think of it..i've v few photos of Kieran..hmm..must get from my sister!Just realize christy has super sweet tooth..just like me! I love my nephews and niece..my dream...Muaahhhhaa..is to groom them to b models...haa..my sister will kill me for tt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-6427523115583289504?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/6427523115583289504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=6427523115583289504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/6427523115583289504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/6427523115583289504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-kids-part-ii.html' title='I love kids (Part II)'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/RYLBNszUUbI/AAAAAAAAABk/Vl0VtJF8CTM/s72-c/152_5268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115833773626254540</id><published>2006-09-15T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:28:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love kids (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was browsing thru my old photos..realized most of my photos are of kids..I love kids but it gets tiring playing with them after awhile..Sometimes, I will like to "fight" with them over toys coz I'm still a kid myself.. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my beloved nephewS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/rowanpose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/rowanpose.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/rowan_in_swimwear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/rowan_in_swimwear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/rowanpose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1145.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1145.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My very ang moh looking nephew who loves animal and amazez me with his superb memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/smiley%20jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/smiley%20jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/jordan%20in%20chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/jordan%20in%20chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/jordan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/jordan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_0569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_0999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_1184.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_1184.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The michievous Jordan who always pinches me and super long lashes which i envy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brotherly love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/rowan_in_swimwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_1152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/IMG_0219.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/IMG_0219.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115833773626254540?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115833773626254540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115833773626254540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115833773626254540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115833773626254540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-kids-part-i.html' title='I love kids (Part I)'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115470935060803703</id><published>2006-08-05T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:35:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been occupied with thoughts and stuff the past wk or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved sms from his cousin..well, i'm quite touched coz i'm stil remembered for being a good tutor...can't say i'm a good tutor but i'm a a nice tutor...hee. I dun scold students for not doing homework or "4gettin" to do so coz i always try to see from their point of view. I can understand how tough it is to do sch wrk and stuff..mayb I never had tuition in my life before by private tutor so I always wan to realli do sth for my tuitees! I love my tuition kids and wld realli hope to inspire them..I guess there's no pt forcing them so I always tell them they r lucky to have tuition and doing assessment it's purely for their own gd. I dun benefit from them unless they really wan waste their parents $...Back to my ex-tuitee msgin me, i felt the warmth but it's juz a simple sms..Thx ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my concealer since last wk...so have been going ard concealer-less the past wk..hope i din freak ppl out with my terrible eyebags.haha..NOW i finally realize what the 1 make-up I muz hav..it's CONCEALER! I feel weird w/o it coz thou I'm blessed with big eyes, but even bigger eyebags!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/duh.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/duh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another top 10 items I muz have if i'm lost out in the desert is a CAMERA! Any brand will do..as long as it's a digital cam which functions normally will do....how can a cam whore be living w/o a camera. Sigh..I tink my dad accidentally hit the v fragile lens of my camera..n now the images r lined...I startin to c ripples across my face after commencement that day!!!hai...i guess there's no more hope for my lousy cam unless the reparing fees is less than 50bucks..i need a camera badly..if i'm left with no choice mite consider using my v vintage polariod...haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold my mini-fridge which has been wif me for hmm...quite awhile on yahoo auction. So happy that i gave the couple who bought from me discount! I'm always too nice to ppl..Y muz i be so soft to ppl....HATE myself for tt!PUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear pri sch fren bought LOEWE's wallet 2day..to be exact..yest..it was NICE!!!!But my aim is to get a Monacco 1st...hee..but i'm glad i got my adidas jacket liao..satisfied now!!!can't wait to wear it soon...woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end with a damn zi lian pic of myself b4 my cam spoilt..nobody reads my blog anyway..so can be as zi lian as possible..haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The hottest item the last season: navy theme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115470935060803703?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115470935060803703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115470935060803703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115470935060803703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115470935060803703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost_05.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115410561911052049</id><published>2006-07-29T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:53:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation ceremony on 9.7.06!</title><content type='html'>Finally got the pics from huifen coz i din take much pics using my camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/DSCF0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/DSCF0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/DSCF0424.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/DSCF0424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/DSCF0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sec Sch frens~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/DSCF0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115410561911052049?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115410561911052049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115410561911052049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115410561911052049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115410561911052049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/07/graduation-ceremony-on-9706.html' title='Graduation ceremony on 9.7.06!'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115306372635345417</id><published>2006-07-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:30:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm putting on super alot of weight. People always say i'm too skinny..but i'm fat..hidden fats...so unhealthy. I have developed the bad habit of eating super ALOT of junk food since started working at CK. FAT FAT FAT! I'm must stop being a junkie..Time to start jogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan is hospitalized..hope he gets well soon to entertain me wif his dance and play wif me!!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115306372635345417?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115306372635345417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115306372635345417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115306372635345417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115306372635345417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/07/fat-attack.html' title='FAT attack'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115296939661402551</id><published>2006-07-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:48:06.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Frenzy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Was flipping thru Urban on thur evening and i came across this article. It mentioned there'll b sale for topshop, warehouse..those shops under WingTai. I was like..hmm..think there muz b a mistake coz topshop juz had a sale recently. However, I went down on friday just to make sure!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, I went Forever21 to chk out a dress I saw that day but the whole rack of dresses seem to have disappeared. My next stop, Warehouse, sadly, nothing caught my eyes! I gave FCUK a missed coz I've been going into the shop too often. heee..My next exciting stop, Topshop!! I saw many dresses were on sale, I went crazy. I was hysterical when I saw this white dress I've been eyeing for!but oli got size 8..too big..I nd a size 6...sigh..den I decided to go lido to chk coz I 1st saw that dress there..I saw size 8..was damn sad...den, I saw the size 6 dress!!!!!!!!!of coz..i bought it!!!my 3rd dress this season!I LOVE this season coz there are so many dresses to choose from!!!I esp heart vintage ones...too bad mum is too busy to tailor make dresses for me!HMPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some pics of dresses I collected online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/vbo1l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/200/vbo1l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/73_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/200/73_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*aiya..lazy to post so many tiz time..nx time la..hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Side track..My next target: a Missy Elliot Addias Jacket...Drool.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I watched Prime on DVD 2day. I love this movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" Sometimes, you love, you learn and then...you move on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115296939661402551?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115296939661402551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115296939661402551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115296939661402551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115296939661402551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/07/dress-frenzy.html' title='Dress Frenzy!!'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115245457529030728</id><published>2006-07-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:39:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind without specs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Been a torturous week or to be exact, 8 days for me. Life went from bad to worst ever since I started work at CK. It making me go into depression!!! I hate that sickening place. Most colleagues were nice, but not the few gals. pUI! Yest i wore contact lenses after a wk of geeky peili, but a part-timer commented, "You look blind without specs leh!"....BLIND without specs? this the first time i hear such brainless comments. Den i replied, "blind as in what?"..she said, "blind, blind lo"..haaa..I was so damn pissed off and I gave a smile and walk away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess she's the blind one. I can understand why she would say such things based on where she came from. NOW I understand why she's so hardworking juggling studies and part-timing. She must be saving hard for the numeruos plastic surgery she has to go through. The first on her list must definitely be a CHIN IMPLANT. haaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had my graduation ceremony 2day! but all my pics r wif frens. My dad whom usually scolds me for wasting money to take cab took cab three times 2day!haa..can go buy 4d liao! We took cab from hm to sch, sch to toa payoh for crsytal jade dinner, there back hm! It's amazing. N the way he boast to the cabby bout how his 4 children are all proud graudates of NUS..I can feel how happy he is! He ask my mum he got leather shoes or not but my mum ask him to juz wear normal canvas shoes he wears when he goes out! In the end, he found his leather loafers and wore them instead! Guess he is really overjoyed =) I'm proud to announced my family plus my sis-in-law and bro-in-laws are ALL graduates of NUS! Yes, all the 7 of us!!haa..It'll be fun if all the 7 of us wear our robes for photo-taking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Took loads of photos, crazily snapping away coz digi cam has made life so much easier! Tok to so many frens that I've never get a chance to noe better. I even tok to a fren's fren whom i always see in sch but nv tok to b4!! But a sad ting is..the person I wished to see most wasn't there. Everyone's armed with their partners happily taking pic. How i envy them. I msg him and he still dare to say i nv invite him. He shd ask in the 1st place after telling him million of times 2day is my grad ceremony. Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I din win the project runway necklace design competition. Maybe designing wasn't part of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope can stay up for World Cup later or it'll be another 4 yrs of waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115245457529030728?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115245457529030728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115245457529030728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115245457529030728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115245457529030728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/07/blind-without-specs.html' title='Blind without specs?'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115113937030118383</id><published>2006-06-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:23:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering from low self esteem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yipee!The event is finally over. Stupid event. mAde me felt super duper inferior these few days!sigh! I was the ONLY gal with short hair there. Short hair = hair that is too short to be tied up! BAAAA!!I love my short hair but on the other hand, who doesn't want to be showered with attention. Maybe I was thinking too much...but seriously, guys just LOVE gals with long hair. Shallow!Booooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1383%28new%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;                                                        Short hair and i'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So what if u've long hair and no brains. I'm not saying my brain is super huge, but this my blog so I can say whatever I like!hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The ironic thing here is: I mite consider keeping long hair for a change!haa..Not to please guys with no taste. Just that I can't think of anything to do with my short hair liao. I've been a punk, creamer = CRIMPmer, Aeon Flux, xiao wan zi before.. can't think of any more changes I can make!Faces of my life:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                          Ugly punk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0654new.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG0781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                     Miss Crimp-mer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                       Aeon Flux&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/xiao%20wan%20zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/xiao%20wan%20zi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1253(new).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xiao Wan Zi..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling better about myself after seeing so many human-looking pictures of myself..haaa..i'm indeed v zi lian!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115113937030118383?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115113937030118383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115113937030118383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115113937030118383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115113937030118383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/06/recovering-from-low-self-esteem.html' title='Recovering from low self esteem....'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29853924.post-115055867148619384</id><published>2006-06-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:20:28.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MY COMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/1600/RIMG1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My comp auto shutdown half way thru my blog entry! Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess have to summarize my entry because I promise peili to sleep early 2nite after so many late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new blog name and address! I banned myself from writing in my old blog (which only had like 3 entries) because the name and address was way too corny and lame! And all the 3 entries were unhappy things so wanna put the unhappy 2005 behind me! Hmm..but 2006 wasn't a get start for me either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day was at my 2nd sis place and she asked me whether I've a blog. I told her no because my mind tell me I nv had a blog before!haa. She said I should get one or do a homepage because it's a good way for exposure (??) . I trusted her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog name is a word that I can nv get the spelling right! NARCISSIST! I can now face it over and over again! Guess this blog will be a goody way to showcase my talent and my love for photography! *AHEM* N it will be good for me to look back at my bad fashion sense in th future to come so as to avoid the diasater!haa.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day finally posted my BÜbbly Dreams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1367%28new%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*the smiley face is to protect my personal details from being revealed..muahhaaaa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's non-returnable so I die die also must take picture wearing it. I was already rushing for time but I ended taking about 10++ pics wearing my bÜbbly dreams. That how much I love myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1835/1517/320/RIMG1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Me with tinge on concealer and my BÜbbly dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Running late for beauty sleep. Tml got Samsung's product training! Looking 4ward to it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29853924-115055867148619384?l=i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/feeds/115055867148619384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29853924&amp;postID=115055867148619384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115055867148619384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29853924/posts/default/115055867148619384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-luv-vintage.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-my-comp.html' title='I HATE MY COMP'/><author><name>Fishy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07852134926825085266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJAlwhNyCAo/SLQU60-iYcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k6Q2FtfUa6M/S220/IMG_0947+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
