<?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-11187938</id><updated>2011-09-30T17:46:44.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy.in.a.safe.world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4575855918823876077</id><published>2011-07-27T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:36:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>很高興</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;你有曾經刻骨銘心的深愛過嗎？也曾幻想哪天如果在街口的轉角踫到&lt;wbr&gt;​，會是怎樣的情形嗎？是轉頭落跑，還是客氣的點點頭，又或者一切&lt;wbr&gt;​盡在不言中？也許悼念一段逝去的感情最好的方法，不是遺忘，而是&lt;wbr&gt;​珍惜。回憶，是曾經擁有，不需要天長地久。用一顆感恩的心，送上&lt;wbr&gt;​最美好的祝福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VFEmf5OFxhA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4575855918823876077?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4575855918823876077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4575855918823876077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4575855918823876077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4575855918823876077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='很高興'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VFEmf5OFxhA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8766493629514508067</id><published>2011-01-03T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:00:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.0 to 2.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;whoooOooOoooOOSH~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*blink blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2010 is over. Just like that. I see lotsa ppl summing up their year. Happenings, events, moments, lessons, memories, episodes etc. What do I havta sum up? Mmm...nothing really. I like to look forward, not back. Am just gonna say that 2010 has been great, but move over now, 2011 is a whole new ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My only resolution this time is to get my driver's licence. Simple enough, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And, stay happy, as always c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8766493629514508067?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8766493629514508067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8766493629514508067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8766493629514508067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8766493629514508067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2011/01/20-to-21.html' title='2.0 to 2.1'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5157423125736790326</id><published>2010-06-14T00:35:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:37:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LMC-2Y-Emw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LMC-2Y-Emw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At some point or another, one of us is gonna have to wait for the other. I've been the one waiting for the past few months, and once I go back to flying, u'll be e one who's waiting for me to come home. People say it's hard. But maybe this togetherness-apart is what keeps us going stronger than those who has the luxury of seeing each other everyday. Maybe the time away is what makes us closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well it has so far, no? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;every night and day just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home, I'll be home soon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/11187938-5157423125736790326?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5157423125736790326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5157423125736790326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5157423125736790326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it, all the buffets and suppers will come back and haunt you so please, cut back on the overeating (and try to workout if you can). and tell rayner tt he'll become fat if he doesn't stop eating too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna be moving out this year (finally) and life is going to be different for sure, but it's what we've always wanted and it will be the best thing ever. mummy is a strong woman and she is always positive but you know, even if she doesn't show her fears it doesn't mean they're not there. life will not be easy on our own, so make it into uni and force that man to pay for it before he spends it all on his new wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know you love to sing and you really feel it in your heart you can do something with your singing. this may come as an unpleasant surprise but future us isn't a successful singer (yet) but maybe if you work harder now things can be different. try picking up an instrument and also start writing your own songs. join more competitions to get in the scene. you will be signing up for a singing course soon (yes you will), try to stand out and grab the limelight, make sure people notice your potentials and know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for boys, you are going to meet your first boyfriend real soon. he's gonna break your heart but it's alright, you're gonna be ok. you will meet a coupla more people who will teach you many things about love and life. i wouldn't wanna ruin the surprises for you now but, just remember, sometimes you have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh don't waste your time on those online guys, they may seem fun at first, but they're really not. you will meet nice guys, in real life. just keep your eyes open and don't jump into things too fast (unless its like a head-spinning affair in London or Paris). and know that its okay to be alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell you when we will finally find our prince, in fact, i don't really know if i found him yet. but i'll tell you this much: i'm very happy now. and that's what we want most isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh there are so many things i wanna tell you, but i gotta let you live the adventures yourself. i miss being you. but you and i are not that different, don't let that change okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay happy, and know that i always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2713950142848927799?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2713950142848927799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2713950142848927799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2713950142848927799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2713950142848927799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-my-16-yr-old-self.html' title='letter to my 16 yr old self'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5286989133291396065</id><published>2010-04-30T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:25:04.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wonder who still blogs nowadays. Or who still cares to read this one *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hit by the sick bug. Only consolation is I think I lost a bit of weight haha. Been doing an awful lot of thinking about my life while I'm "recuperating". Questioning myself, judging the choices I've made, evaluating how I can do better. As much as I hate to admit it, I gotta grow up. Oh that really is hard to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just stay young and carefree like we used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Neverland really exists, come and get me now, Peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5286989133291396065?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5286989133291396065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5286989133291396065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5286989133291396065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5286989133291396065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-995591622081312736</id><published>2010-04-13T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:58:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet 116</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt; Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt; Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-995591622081312736?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/995591622081312736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=995591622081312736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/995591622081312736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/995591622081312736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonnet-116.html' title='sonnet 116'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-7580090660383499209</id><published>2010-01-18T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:08:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's a new year again. Will this year bring better things? I sure hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Everyone's been asking me about London. Did I have fun? How was my holiday? Did I not want to come home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I had what I wanted, time with you. And I know, I now have 2 homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-7580090660383499209?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/7580090660383499209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=7580090660383499209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7580090660383499209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7580090660383499209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2010/01/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6991061474974991772</id><published>2009-09-22T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:27:14.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he came and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twas the happiest &lt;/span&gt;36 &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're back in your life, and I'm here in mine. Back to 20 words a day and photo of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words and pictures are the only things we have for now, let them flow and linger. Till I'm close to you again, I promise, to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6991061474974991772?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6991061474974991772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6991061474974991772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6991061474974991772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6991061474974991772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-came-and-gone.html' title='he came and gone'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-574453965353133364</id><published>2009-08-18T13:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:37:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, cherished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's here.&lt;br /&gt;Though I kinda expected it, I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-574453965353133364?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1290469159482912785</id><published>2009-08-04T15:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:11:20.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long range movie date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfpHuMtoAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bQRV8o_8gac/s1600-h/DSCF5891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfpHuMtoAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bQRV8o_8gac/s320/DSCF5891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366013799904944130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfrBBfUHlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q8UKUWaw-q4/s1600-h/DSCF5893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfrBBfUHlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q8UKUWaw-q4/s320/DSCF5893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366015883847409234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Snfp6m1YnmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4xys5eLAgmw/s1600-h/DSCF5895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Snfp6m1YnmI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4xys5eLAgmw/s320/DSCF5895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366014674101378658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfraMRd3lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0oXO39QTuHs/s1600-h/DSCF5898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfraMRd3lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0oXO39QTuHs/s320/DSCF5898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016316238847570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1290469159482912785?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1290469159482912785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1290469159482912785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1290469159482912785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1290469159482912785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-first-movie-date.html' title='long range movie date'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SnfpHuMtoAI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bQRV8o_8gac/s72-c/DSCF5891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3179050680194067727</id><published>2009-07-14T15:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:45:20.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忍不住, 冲动.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Slw2y9w0TSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8B1IAE_DQ0k/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Slw2y9w0TSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8B1IAE_DQ0k/s320/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358217905864723746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很感激 这城市拥挤的交通&lt;br /&gt;让你我 还能多相处几分钟&lt;br /&gt;人潮中 怕失散所以轻轻拉你的手&lt;br /&gt;一刻不放松 不放松&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要爱你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;不确定你属于我 会有点寂寞&lt;br /&gt;你给的幸福 在我心中 自由走动&lt;br /&gt;抚平我 每一个伤口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要吻你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;不确定我的执着 能让你感动&lt;br /&gt;我只能相信 自己感受 不怕失落&lt;br /&gt;关于你的一切 我想要比谁都懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心 是被你设定的闹钟&lt;br /&gt;提醒我 想你的时间不够用&lt;br /&gt;为什么 平淡的事情现在忽然生动&lt;br /&gt;是你改变我 你改变我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是情人 还是朋友&lt;br /&gt;还没勇气 想得太多&lt;br /&gt;你的世界 如此辽阔&lt;br /&gt;我会在那个角落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Slw3Db_xjqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gfU99EbUNEM/s1600-h/paris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Slw3Db_xjqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gfU99EbUNEM/s320/paris1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358218188858429090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11187938-3179050680194067727?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3179050680194067727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3179050680194067727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3179050680194067727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3179050680194067727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_14.html' title='忍不住, 冲动.'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Slw2y9w0TSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8B1IAE_DQ0k/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5873033273193934246</id><published>2009-07-04T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:39:04.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>疼憨人</title><content type='html'>阁楼头一遭看烟火&lt;br /&gt;你二话不说就走过&lt;br /&gt;醒在三更懵然的我&lt;br /&gt;瞥见四周盛开花朵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五分熟人儿不安妥&lt;br /&gt;守在六合垸旧角落&lt;br /&gt;咬下七夕遗憾一抹&lt;br /&gt;苦过八月青涩瓜果&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老天若只疼憨人&lt;br /&gt;你为何不在身旁&lt;br /&gt;傻傻将自己捆绑&lt;br /&gt;误把嘲笑当奖赏﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老天若会疼憨人&lt;br /&gt;他是否也曾设想&lt;br /&gt;幸福是为自己圆一个谎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;九宫命理被谁反锁&lt;br /&gt;逃不过他十指掌握&lt;br /&gt;失意红颜交叉摸索&lt;br /&gt;走失而兜圈的扎裹﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s. did u notice, the song counts from 1 to 12? a surprise find from the soundtrack of 12 Lotus. *likes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5873033273193934246?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5873033273193934246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5873033273193934246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5873033273193934246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5873033273193934246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='疼憨人'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5453198684461520716</id><published>2009-06-28T17:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:07:01.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darned wordplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Why do i feel like these conversations should be happening in paris..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but we're both hungry to know more about one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that it can't wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and we're doing it now..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm not complaining.. just being a little amused at myself.. about wanting to know as much of you as possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't know how you feel about me, mister.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And that's the beauty of this romance milady... the knowing of not knowing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like the ebbs and flows...&lt;br /&gt;the softness of your lips that I'll never know.. the urgency of your kiss that I'll never have enough time for... the sweet lingering taste of you on my tongue... A flavor I could only imagine in encounter.&lt;br /&gt;and the soft parting of a few seconds that stretch the lifetime in a heartbeat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rather be nowhere else in the world but here talking to you sweets.."&lt;br /&gt;"You say the darnedest things."&lt;br /&gt;"Damned if I do, damned if i don't, damn me thrice more for being distracted by thee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it distracts you, if thinking of me makes you smile the same way I do, If it makes you want the days to pass quicker to the the I see you again and slower when I'm with you... but not forget that your life is still yours to do as you please.&lt;br /&gt;Then madame, *smiles*, I hope that I can only provide you with adequate company in Paris."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5453198684461520716?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5453198684461520716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5453198684461520716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5453198684461520716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5453198684461520716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/06/smiles.html' title='darned wordplay'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6606069621263663301</id><published>2009-06-25T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:07:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random blabber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime I open my blog and see my latest post, I break into song..."don't know why I didn't come..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided it's time to snap outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided, to get my first tat by my next birthday. I just gotta figure out what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why couples have combined couple blogs/friendster/facebook accs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would I ever be that in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here it is, (hopefully) my last roster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 manila nightstop&lt;br /&gt;6-7 SEP (damn stupid, doing it only hoping I'll get called up for london during my last standby)&lt;br /&gt;8 denpasar turn&lt;br /&gt;9-13 paris (oui~)&lt;br /&gt;17-21 london&lt;br /&gt;24-25 standby&lt;br /&gt;27-29 sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6606069621263663301?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6606069621263663301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6606069621263663301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6606069621263663301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6606069621263663301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-blabber.html' title='random blabber'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5405129738321115228</id><published>2009-05-30T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:54:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I waited 'til I saw the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left you by the house of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I saw the break of day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would die in ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'll be a bag of bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Driving down the road along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something has to make you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel as empty as a drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I think of you when I'm pissed high?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5405129738321115228?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6788922238803932365</id><published>2009-05-24T20:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:12:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Cos I wanna see you this evening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Get ready by 10.30. I'll pick u up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Straight to the point. Such directness. No, I'm not falling for it, though I must admit I'm such a sucker sometimes. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, how can I resist when, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you who deletes me;&lt;br /&gt;you who stands by quietly;&lt;br /&gt;you who doesn't ask me out;&lt;br /&gt;you who joins gross groups;&lt;br /&gt;you who only appears once in a blue moon;&lt;br /&gt;you who doesn't give a shit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the dirt out there, any whiff of fresh air makes you wanna breathe in deep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not hard up for anything. Life is great as it is. Enjoying every minute of it. New ppl, new places and new levels of highness. Xue, u'll always be the devil who lighted my first ciggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6788922238803932365?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6788922238803932365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6788922238803932365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6788922238803932365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6788922238803932365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-really.html' title='Is it really?'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5265387774754474770</id><published>2009-05-12T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:51:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the puffer fish syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know how we meet so many nice guys, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; nice guys, but you just can't summon the feelings for them that way? No matter how hard you try, the nicer they are to you, the more you feel like kicking yourself? Is it because he's too nice? Or he's got everything except he's _____? There's always just something missing, isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you found yourself waiting on the line for that one phone call or message, excited every time your phone rings, only to see it's from Mr. Nice Guy, type a quick reply, hit delete and carry on waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that, in the Buffet of Love, when surrounded by abalone, oysters, crabs and lobsters, we crave for the deadly puffer fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"男 人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;不坏, 女人不爱"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5265387774754474770?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5265387774754474770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5265387774754474770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5265387774754474770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5265387774754474770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/05/puffer-fish-syndrome.html' title='the puffer fish syndrome'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-447151518275688845</id><published>2009-05-10T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:02:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bew*tch me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"After one whole quart of brandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Like a daisy, I'm awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;With no Bromo-Seltzer handy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't even shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Men are not a new sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've done pretty well I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But this half-pint imitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Put me on the blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm wild again, beguiled again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A simpering, whimpering child again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lost my heart, but what of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He is cold I agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He can laugh, but I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Although the laugh's on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll sing to him, each spring to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And long, for the day when I'll cling to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's a fool and don't I know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But a fool can have his charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm in love and don't I show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Like a babe in arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love's the same old sad sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lately I've not slept a wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Since this half-pint imitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Put me on the blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've sinned a lot, I mean a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I'm like sweet seventeen a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll sing to him, each spring to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And worship the trousers that cling to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You would think that after so many relationships, I'd have had quite enough of romance. Call me a fool but, yes, I am a hopeless romantic. The hunger to be thrilled by unexpectedness. To be charmed by wit; to be romanced by poetry; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to pit fire against passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yearning for a good love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it suck more to find that the perfect guy for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; doesn't exist at all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is out there but someone found him first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-447151518275688845?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/447151518275688845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=447151518275688845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/447151518275688845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/447151518275688845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/05/bewtch-me.html' title='bew*tch me'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1129115121605873640</id><published>2009-05-04T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:22:57.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn the lights down low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had steamboat with the family on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758281948_587146948_2239782_247629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758281948_587146948_2239782_247629_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Butter-ing after with Xue &amp;amp; guess who? Kai Huai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758291948_587146948_2239784_7597770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758291948_587146948_2239784_7597770_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha dude got guilty and decided to come. Collin came with his girlfriend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758366948_587146948_2239799_7560493_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758366948_587146948_2239799_7560493_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Qi Han and his friends and Chris Chen came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758316948_587146948_2239789_4296810_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758316948_587146948_2239789_4296810_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange group, yes, so it was a li'l weird at first. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I think Xue had fun, cos she like MIA-ed on me and left me on the dancefloor with the guys and then one by one they started diappearing and I realised I was alone. Before I was utterly loser-ised, my babe Geri came to my rescue and we had like, free flow booze at Members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758381948_587146948_2239802_8238917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/2876_83758381948_587146948_2239802_8238917_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 3am, we headed down to Zouk, in the rain, haha. It's always crazy clubbing with Geri. Crazy fun. For the first time, I stayed till Phuture lights on, Velvet lights on and nearly till Zouk lights on, if not for that Ron guy trying to make us drink from the bottle. I had to flee, not cos I'm chicken, but cos I gotta work in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nocé turns one tmr! Having a li'l party for her at a doggy cafe, Urban Pooch, in Balestier. Can't wait to get back home and have some doggy cake =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm in Sydney Hilton's crew lounge typing away. A group of Emirates crew were here and they're a really nice bunch. Seems so much more happening than us ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1129115121605873640?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1129115121605873640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1129115121605873640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1129115121605873640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1129115121605873640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/05/turn-lights-down-low.html' title='turn the lights down low'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-372451650617979127</id><published>2009-04-30T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:42:39.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe we humans are just uncontented, unappreciative, unsound creatures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why does our butts always itch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why do we look at the other end of the meadow knowing it will make us yearn for the unattainable? Why are we so good at making a fool of ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm easily contented. I just am discontented with many things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-372451650617979127?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/372451650617979127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=372451650617979127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/372451650617979127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/372451650617979127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/04/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3904270551283605886</id><published>2009-04-27T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:02:09.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darned .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why, Christina? Why do you do this to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta learn. You have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3904270551283605886?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3904270551283605886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3904270551283605886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3904270551283605886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3904270551283605886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/04/darned.html' title='darned .'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6210077106092050363</id><published>2009-04-23T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:37:56.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so gonna love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="318" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMMYZopiqhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMMYZopiqhA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="318" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6210077106092050363?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6210077106092050363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6210077106092050363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6210077106092050363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6210077106092050363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8717552082680667953</id><published>2009-04-13T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:40:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till it happens to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Was heat of the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But there's a little truth in between the words we've spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Its a little late now to fix a heart that's broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please don't ask me where I'm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cause I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; No, I don't know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It used to feel like heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Used to feel like May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now they've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nobody wants to face the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But you won't believe what love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Till it happens to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Till it happens to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Went to the old flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Guess I was trying to turn the clock back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; How come that nothing feels the same now when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; We used to stay up all night in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; When our love was new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oooh love, I'm a fool to believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cause I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; No I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It used to feel like heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It used to feel like May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now they've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nobody wants to know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Until their heart's broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Don't you dare tell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; What you think to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Till they get over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You can only learn these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; From experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; When you get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just wish that someone would have told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8717552082680667953?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8717552082680667953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8717552082680667953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8717552082680667953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8717552082680667953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/04/till-it-happens-to-you.html' title='Till it happens to you'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1410380591745134645</id><published>2009-04-12T07:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:49:42.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back from one of my best 4-sectors flight. The crew were all nice and easy going. We went clubbing in Lan Kwai Fong, ktv, and I went to Alcatraz for a superb audio tour. Best part of the flight was meeting Navjot, an Indian stewardess from Delhi, who's super energetic and fun loving. And she's as crazy about shoes as me. She wanted to check out our local clubs so I brought her to the new Butter Factory for some heavy duty partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86857228551_517133551_2347727_7740803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 302px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86857228551_517133551_2347727_7740803_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new friend, Mr. Chow Xing Xing came along for some warm buttery fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86855848551_517133551_2347710_7307682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 302px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86855848551_517133551_2347710_7307682_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how many ppl I bumped into that night man. First there was Aleste, whom I met outside the washroom at the same time I found Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/2906_71961081948_587146948_2136229_7004610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs011.snc1/2906_71961081948_587146948_2136229_7004610_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met his friend, Dennis, whose tie was very popular with the ladies that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86857223551_517133551_2347726_4742985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 302px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86857223551_517133551_2347726_4742985_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Tey, who was with a groupful of pretty girls, which made Aleste and Dennis very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/2840_69361633634_689588634_1603153_6613593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/2840_69361633634_689588634_1603153_6613593_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the washroom again I saw Taufik Batisah, who looked like he's gain a li'l bit of weight, but whatever, so on my way back into the club I saw Li and gang. Once back inside I saw Philip and his cousin, Frederick, and then I saw Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when we were leaving, I caught sight of Choong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86863843551_517133551_2347870_102636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 302px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_86863843551_517133551_2347870_102636_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unexpected reunions rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome night. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_87242293551_517133551_2353148_2806976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs040.snc1/3355_87242293551_517133551_2353148_2806976_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley organised a BBQ on Sat, I had no idea it was my Post-Birthday celebration haha. They surprised me with the cutest strawberry cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SeErJRdnCEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OU0JaXqbIHw/s1600-h/DSCF4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SeErJRdnCEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OU0JaXqbIHw/s320/DSCF4929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323583672835049538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my birthday's bigger than CNY, apparently. From my Pre-Bday bash on the 18th, to my Ozzie tour, to the BBQ, it has lasted for a grand total of 3 weeks haha. How am I gonna top that next year man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1410380591745134645?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1410380591745134645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1410380591745134645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1410380591745134645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1410380591745134645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/04/impromptu-party.html' title='unexpected bliss'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SeErJRdnCEI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OU0JaXqbIHw/s72-c/DSCF4929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1867846650465811887</id><published>2009-03-31T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:49:21.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ ozzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a wicked time in Ozzie. It was amazing. I don't think I've ever laughed that much and that hard before. Looking thru the photos now still makes me smile like an idiot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was relaxing - wining, dining and chilling with good company. It was especially nice to catch up with my dear Laura. It's been awhile since we hung out just the two of us and I really missed that. Seeing how happy she was with Kevin, wow, true love do exist. I couldn't be happier for them. And I can really see myself hanging out at their home years from now, decades even, with their 4 beautiful kids running around the pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought me to so many nice foodie places I was stuffed to my neck by the time I left for Brisbane, haha. And I was really enjoying travelling alone ya know. It was, well, liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Brissy was a blast. We were camwhoring like nobody's business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(we took at least 1000 photos with all the cameras combined)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and the guys took turns to cook for me every single day. Awww...thanks guys, this is seriously the most home made food I've had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at almost everything, well, mostly at ourselves haha. It was like someone turned our laugh-o-meters up to the max. Every little stupid thing we did was fun, and every clever comment would lead to an insane string of wisecracks that sets off uncontrollable cackles. It was surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that at 11pm we decided to ditch the original idea of clubbing, went home to change and set off at 2am to catch the sunrise at Byron Bay? I started playing all sorts of silly games with Lester (JL &amp;amp; Ter's roomie and driver for the night) to keep him awake. But it was so engaging that everyone ended up playing and no one slept! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the magnificent sunrise, we dragged our sleepy asses to Surfer's Paradise for some beachy fun, AND bargain-shopped at Harbour Town before heading back home for my last dinner in Brissy. That's one hellavu crazy weekend man. Too bad we missed Earth Hour. We could've fulfilled it if we hadn't left the wireless router on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I decided to spend my birthday with you awesome peeps. It doesn't get any better than this. Thanks for making it so special. I love you guys so, so much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1867846650465811887?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1867846650465811887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1867846650465811887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1867846650465811887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1867846650465811887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-ozzie.html' title='i ♥ ozzie'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4189699853740164515</id><published>2009-03-28T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:27:40.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how true, how true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div class="photo photo_left"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1541850&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=62494537388&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;oid=62494537388&amp;amp;id=587146948"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v503/202/20/587146948/a587146948_1541850_1349.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="clear_left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to recognise an Aries&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries is the first sign of the zodiac. It represents birth, as Pisces represents death and consciousness of the soul. The ram is conscious only of himself. &lt;i&gt;He's the infant of the zodiac - the newborn baby - completely absorbed with his own toes and fingers.&lt;/i&gt; His needs come first. An infant doesn't care whether or not his parents or the neighbors are sleeping. When he's hungry or wet, he yowls in discomfort. He wants his bottle, and he wants his diaper changed now, and don't be pokey about it. When the Aries person has an idea or something he wants to get off his mind, he'll call you at four in the morning without a qualm. Why shouldn't you be awake to listen to him? He's awake. That's all that counts. He wants something. He gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the infant, Aries is concerned with the world only as it relates to himself. But who could call the small baby truly selfish? He's perfectly willing to lavish his smiles and favors on those who satisfy his demands. It's hard to re­sist a baby, because he's so totally unaware that he's causing anyone the slightest inconvenience. So it is with the ram. His innocence hangs over him and mellows his ag­gressiveness, like the innocence of the newborn softens his egocentricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disarming naivete is also why Aries people are so fearless. The baby fears nothing and no one, until he gets burned. Even then, he'll trustingly try again, when he's for­gotten the hurt. There's not a trace of cunning wile in the ram, and he'll remain this way throughout his lifetime; &lt;i&gt;forever believing with all his heart, always falling down and getting up again to try once more.&lt;/i&gt; Any doubts he collects along the way are immediately displaced by the next per­son who's kind to him, just as the baby forgets the pain of the safety pin that accidentally stuck in his leg the next time someone sprinkles the powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ram can make believe from here to tomorrow, and spin fabulous dreams, but he can't lie worth a tinker. What you see before you is what he is. There's nothing hidden or complicated about him. He's just as vulnerable as the baby, and just as helpless. When stronger, more mature people force him or take things away from him, he reacts in the only manner he knows - yelling and causing so much disturbance, that people give in just to get peace. He doesn't need "delicate strategy", lung power and self-absorbed determination suffice beautifully to allow him to get his way. Perhaps helpless is not the right word. Vulner­able, yes, but helpless, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mars-ruled person will look you straight in the eye, with unabashed honesty and rather touching faith. You're his friend, aren't you? You like him, don't you? No? Then the tears will start, but inside. He'll never show it on the surface, if he can help it. &lt;i&gt;If you see him openly weep­ing, you can be certain that he's been cut to the very soul in some way.&lt;/i&gt; Aries would rather be caught dead than be caught weak - and some of them literally risk the former to avoid the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ram will seldom glance nervously around the room. When he does, he's no longer interested in talking with you. Something else has caught his attention, and for the moment, you are forgotten. So is what you're saying. Don't be offended. Remember the baby and his toes and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The ARIES Woman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But aren't you going to run and help her?" Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No use, no use!" said the King. "She runs so fearfully quick you might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're in love with an Aries girl, I don't know whether to congratulate you or sympathize with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Byron wrote that "Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'tis woman's whole existence," he forgot about the Aries woman. She may think love is her whole existence, but she's too vitally absorbed in the world around her, not to mention in herself, for it to be the beginning and end of her life. She can get along without a man easier than any female you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, getting along without a man is not the same thing as getting along without romance. She'll always need that hero of her dreams to yearn for in her heart. He may be long ago and faraway, or hiding just out of sight and touch, somewhere in tomorrow's mists, but she'll think about him in an April rain. He'll haunt her when the first snow falls, when she hears a certain song or sees lightning flash. However, while she's yearning, if there's no male around in actual physical presence, she won't miss him terribly. Anything he could do, she can do better, she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aries girl will open her own doors. Shell also put on her own coat, fight her own battles, pull out her own chair, hail her taxi and light her cigarette without any masculine help. Doing it herself is, to her, the fastest way to get it done. Naturally, this doesn't set too well on the vulnerable male ego. The Mars girl is determined to take the lead, to be the first to move to action, and that includes the action of making the first advance in romance. Aries females are the most likely of all the Sun signs to do the proposing, especially if the man is slow about naming the date. And that's about as early as you can safely show your feelings - when she proposes. Before that you're taking a chance. Be very careful about moving in on an Aries girl. She wants to be the leader in the love affair. &lt;i&gt;Better be sure you have her heart safely in your pocket before you try to grab her around the waist and kiss her goodnight.&lt;/i&gt; Other­wise, she may give you a sharp right hook to the jaw and run like a frightened deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be misled. The reason for her running isn't maid­enly modesty. She's not afraid of your passionate intentions. Those she can handle. Her flight is based on the fear of getting tangled up with a worshiping slave or a lovestruck puppy dog, either one of whom would bore her to tears. Be casual, keep her guessing, and the chances are she'll chase you into a comer instead. A man who resists her impact always intrigues an Aries female. She can't under­stand why she isn't overwhelming him with her obvious charms. Then her Mars ego will leave no stone unturned to prove she's desirable, even when she has no lasting interest in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariett O'Hara is the very epitome of the Mars-ruled Aries female. Like Scariett, the Aries girl will gather every available male for a hundred miles around to her feet, while her willful heart yearns for the one man she can't have for one reason or another. Like Scariett, the Mars woman can quickly adapt for survival if necessary, without whimpering. Both the O'Hara and the Aries characters are tough enough to defy convention, face an advancing army, or even shoot a man through the head with icy calmness, if he threatens her loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was Scariett more Mars-like than when she was starving, alone and friendless, and without waiting for a man to come to the rescue, she clenched her fist toward heaven and shouted, "I'll survive this . . . and when I do, I'll never be hungry again... If I have to lie, cheat, steal or kill, as God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!" Much later, her emotions shattered, her beloved child dead and the one man she loved about to walk out of her life, this typical Aries woman was still able to say, "I'll think of some way to get him back. There's never been a man I couldn't get, once I set my mind on him. . . . After all, tomorrow is another day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Scarlett O'Hara creates a vivid image of the first Sun sign of the zodiac, with all the Mars strength and ability to bounce back after tragedy, able to play the female role to the hilt, with fluttering lashes and a well-timed tear, but just as able to take over a man's job when the men aren't around. A careful study of Scarlett's character can give you an excellent understanding of what you're in for with an Aries woman. And naturally, also the rewards you can look forward to after you've been brave enough to claim her. Her aggressive drive may be hard to take, but her shining optimism and faith in tomorrow can be mighty uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aries girl is rather a pushover for flattery, if it has an honest base. Let her know you admire her, but don't be too flowery or sugary about it. Her loyalty in love is gigantic, as long as you keep the sentiment alive, for she is deeply sentimental. &lt;i&gt;There's the typical Arien contradic­tion in her: she doesn't want to be obviously chased, yet she quickly loses interest if you're too detached.&lt;/i&gt; She doesn't want a completely domineering male, but neither will she warm up to a man who sits adoringly at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before love can bring her happiness, the Aries woman must meet the eternal Mars challenge - her strong desire to control the lover, conflicting with her secret wish to be controlled by him.&lt;/i&gt; Unbelievably idealistic, sometimes she searches in vain for that brave knight in shining armor, who will sweep her off her feet, conquer the world, hand it to her gently and yet never sacrifice his manhood. Since he exists only in fairy tales and the myths of King Arthur's court, the Aries woman often walks alone, without a star to guide her. Her days are bright and full of excitement, her nights are sometimes dark and full of longing. Yet, when her defeated dreams become smoldering ashes - just as you think the flame is dying, Aries leaps up to build another fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She must be proud of you to love you.&lt;/i&gt; But don't be so important that you neglect to notice her talents and abili­ties. Though she'll demand a lot from you, she'll give double measure in return. The Aries girl can be generous to a fault with her time and sympathy, cheerfully sharing her possessions and money, but when it comes to love, she's downright stingy. "What's hers is hers" in the romance department, and it will take very little to set off a jealous explosion. Don't admire your favorite movie actress in her hearing, or pay too many compliments to her girl friends. The man with an Aries wife is safer with a male secretary. If she's not first with you in every way, you'll soon wonder where all the intense passion and thrilling emotion went so fast. &lt;b&gt;When the Aries woman has been really hurt, she turns from fire to ice. Her fire bums hot and dies quickly. Her ice can be eternal.&lt;/b&gt; Memorize that, if you care deeply about her - and it's doubtful that she'll stand for you caring about her any other way. Aries plays for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts the loved one on a pedestal, expecting him to live up to an impossible image of perfection, stubbornly refusing to look at his clay feet, until they become too muddy for even her to miss. Never criticize the lover, husband or children of an Aries woman unless you're wear­ing an asbestos suit. She's capable of being demanding, selfish, and making cutting remarks when you dampen her hopeful plans. Yet, she can also be gentle, devoted and cooperative when she's met halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she prefers the company of men to women, and solicits admiration from every male she meets, be he nine or ninety, you'll have plenty of chances to feel the stabs of those little green monsters of jealousy. Forget it. &lt;i&gt;As fiercely possessive as she is of you, she won't put up with your possessiveness of her for an instant.&lt;/i&gt; The Aries girl insists on complete freedom, before and after marriage. You'll have to trust her wherever she goes and whatever she does, though she won't have that kind of faith in you (unless she's learned the hard way to keep her emotions under control if it kills her, which it almost will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad as it sounds, because she'll be faithful, once she's really yours. An Aries girl is seldom able to love two men at the same time. She's simply too honest for such deception. Barring unusual circumstances, she'll let you know clearly that love is dead before going ahead in total commitment to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is capable of deep passion and mystical idealism, woven together in strange patterns. In any rela­tionship she feels is real and forever after, there will be no holding back, no feminine wiles, coquettish tricks or silly games. &lt;b&gt;Her love, like her speech and actions, is direct.&lt;/b&gt; There's something clean and fresh about the utter simplicity of her emotions, but even so, they often get her into waters way over her head. You may have to tame her a little, but she'll accept It with surprising docility if she really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars females are often career girls. They can handle almost any profession a man can handle, from stockbroking to real estate. They can also turn a nice ankle or profile in strictly feminine occupations like modeling and acting. It may be difficult to get her to give up her job for you, if it's a real career or profession. She may toss it overboard for a period, while she's suffused with the glow of romance and picturing a storybook cottage for two beside the sea (typical of the Arien imagination that leads straight to the happy part and ignores the dull part). But when the cottage begins to need a paint job, the roof starts to leak and the first fine rapture dims slightly, she may be anxious to dig out her social security card again. Let her. She'll be far happier and more loving - even more gentle - if she's allowed to fill her idle hours with something that interests her. Mars emotions, unfulfilled, can look for molehills of frustrations to build into huge mountains of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's practically nothing this woman won't tackle. If it's a challenge or just something she thinks she wants to brighten her life, she'll make some kind of a stab at it whether it's practical or not. I know an Aries woman who was forced for financial reasons to live for several years in two rooms with a husband, five active children and a dog. That kind of an arrangement can get a little cramped, and just contemplating it might give a woman with any com­mon sense a few doubts. Not a Mars female. This one coped somehow, though she may have let it goad her into a few tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the situation, when an astrologer read her natal chart and pointed out that her planetary aspects showed a long period of great hardship in her life, she was puzzled and intrigued. &lt;i&gt;"When does it look like it might happen?" she wanted to know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same impulsive Aries woman got a sudden urge one day to add another dog to the group camping out in two rooms. She felt the family's male pet needed a female companion. He looked lonesome. Besides, the children thought it was a rollicking good idea. The discovery that the second dog wasn't housebroken threw her only tempo­rarily. Like a determined drill sergeant, she assigned every member of the family their turn at scrubbing the carpet. After she saw that it would never be the same again, she surveyed the situation and made a decision. To get rid of the second dog? Of course not. She was secretly hoping there would be puppies someday soon. The money would just have to come from somewhere to get a new rug. Funny thing - it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the puppies, she was sure some miracle would happen to move the entire crowd into a new apart­ment before the happy event. Funny thing - it did. Miracles have a way of happening to those who believe in them. Aries women certainly believe. Sometimes to the point of foolishness. Her rash ways can get her into some compli­cated pickles, and she may have a few gray hairs before she learns how to avoid the same pickle twice. Aries is not noted for learning from experience. The spirit is willing, but the disposition is headstrong. There's no use to try to caution a typical Aries female with the biblical warning, "Pride goeth before a fall." Her interpretation of the phrase, since she first heard it in Sunday School, is "When your pride goes, you fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never worry that your Aries girl will succumb to the charms of a wolf. She's immune to wolves and playboys, and in far more danger of being seduced by an idealist with a cause, preferably a lost cause. But even with him, she'll assert her individuality frequently. It will never be completely conquered in the Mars woman, though it can be subdued by the right man. She'll buy you gifts, loan you money, nurse you through illness, and help you get a job. And she'll expect the same from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll deny it vehemently (she does almost everything vehemently), but when she's miserable, you should be miserable. When she's happy, you should be happy. &lt;b&gt;To Aries, love is equal sharing.&lt;/b&gt; She'll expect to share your razor, your bank account, your friendships and your dreams. In return, you can share hers. Of course, her razor may be broken, her bank account a little overdrawn, her friendships slightly scattered and her dreams too large for you to swallow. But she's not selfish with them. Keeping a secret from her can drive her wild, and it's not a good idea to drive an Aries wild. Don't ever embarrass her by your grammar, clothing or behavior in public. She won't em­barrass you, at least not in these matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To injure her pride or dampen her enthusiasm will almost break her heart. Others will constantly be doing just that to her. The world resents a female who talks back to it, and who thinks she's smarter than everyone else. When she discovers she really doesn't run the universe after all, she'll come running into your arms in tears, her world all dark and dismal. Then you'll have a chance to see her as she really is, defenseless and vulnerable in the extreme, for all her outer confidence. She's not really Tug­boat Annie. She'd just like to be. She admires strength and tries to imitate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aries idealism and optimistic faith in human nature is often dashed to bits by reality. Comfort her with tenderness at these times, and you'll probably never lose her. &lt;b&gt;Always defend her against her enemies. She can never forgive you if you fail to fight for her or take her side.&lt;/b&gt; (But be prepared to make up with them when she does, which may be quickly.) At least she's lay­about it. She'll also defend you. An Aries woman will throw away fame or fortune defiantly right in the face of anyone who hurts a friend of hers. If she loves you, her indignation will have no bounds. These women are nothing if not loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wife, she may be quite a handful. There will prob­ably be outside interests, because home will seldom be enough for her creative energies. Don't expect her to be a happy little cricket, chirping away contentedly by the hearth. She'll be a competent enough cook, and she'll keep the house spanking clean - at least the part that shows. She'll sew on buttons and iron shirts, too, but she won’t like it. Still, she'll do it when it's necessary. (An Aries woman can do almost anything when it's necessary.) Her fire is more like that of a glittering diamond than like the warm, comforting glow of the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's undeniably brittle side to her nature, and she may agitate you more often that she soothes you. But she's exciting and certainly ever boring. Then there are always those moments of softness that belies her strong drive for a man who has the patience to bring them out. &lt;i&gt;Mars women are always softer inside than any but those who have been really close to them will ever know.&lt;/i&gt; Her conversation will be very intelligent and very frequent. Don't hide behind the newspaper at breakfast. She'll expect companionship from you, or you can just scramble your own eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll rarely find her complaining of illness or fatigue. But when she's in pain, she'll expect tons of sympathy. Although you may have to sit on her to get her to go to bed when she has a raging fever, be prepared to wait on her hand and foot when she has a toothache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the woman to call and tell you'll be working late at the office, unless you enjoy creating Fourth of July fireworks in the middle of February. She won't mind keeping the gravy hot, but she won't like not knowing where you really are, and what you're really doing, and she may call back to find out. The Aries wife will probably make an excellent impression on your boss, if you can keep her from telling him how to run his business. She won't mind going out to bring home the bacon when you're temporarily out of a job, but she can never respect a man who makes less money than she does (though an Aries woman would never leave a man for this reason - she'd be more inclined to make excuses for him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has a rare spell of letting herself go, the first word of disapproval from you will send her flying back to the mirror and perfume bottle. (In this way, she's as feminine as Eve herself.) A flattering com­ment about your secretary's new hair style will do the same thing, but it's more dangerous. Besides, you were warned to hire a male secretary. There's a vain streak in a Mars woman which makes her sensitive about everything from her age to an innocent remark about how tired she looks, which she may take as a hint that you think she looks like an old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the passion and romance alive in your marriage, or she'll be miserably unhappy. &lt;i&gt;Aries will waste little time changing any situation which causes unhappiness, and that can lead to a hasty separation or an impulsive divorce.&lt;/i&gt; In most cases, letting her handle the family checkbook would be unwise, but you can try it, if the bank is game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, she'll see that the baby is clean, happy, healthy and loved. She probably won't pick him up every time he cries, fuss over him or overprotect him. But her children will get lots of warm, impulsive kisses and bear hugs. An Aries mother will teach her youngsters to believe in leprechauns. She'll take them for walks in the park, and point out the sparkling necklaces left on the lawn by the fairies when they danced under the moon where others might see only the early morning dew on the grass. &lt;i&gt;Aries women create a magic world of fantasy for their children. It's where they live themselves.&lt;/i&gt; She won't be a permissive parent, she'll insist on strict discipline, and will probably be very fortunate in raising her offspring to be independent adults. Her favorite weapons of child psychology are: a wooden paddle, bedtime stories and goodnight kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman can be unreasonably temperamental, and create some violent scenes. But her quickly aroused temper will splatter like summer hailstones and soon melt away. She'll never hold a grudge, seek revenge, indulge in self-pity or bitterness. After an emotional storm, her optimistic, Aries nature will return like the rainbow suddenly appear­ing after a shower. Lots of people will tell you an Aries woman is completely masculine, but don't you believe them. &lt;i&gt;She's all woman underneath her flashing, forceful exterior, perhaps too much woman for the average man.&lt;/i&gt; But, of course, a knight in shining armor isn't an average man. &lt;b&gt;Are there any lonely, courageous knights out there? This is the fair lady of your dreams, worth all the dragons you'll have to slay to win her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget that she bruises easily, in spite of her bright, brave smile. (That's just her shield against hurt.) If you can turn the ram into a lamb, you'll have a woman who is honest and passionate, loyal and exciting-though she may be a little impulsive, bossy and independent. Well, you can't have everything, you know. The Aries girl will help you find your lost illusions and she'll have a fierce faith in all your dreams. You don't have any? Borrow some of hers. She has plenty to spare. &lt;i&gt;If you believe in her just half as much as she believes in you, you could make some miracles together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out your horoscope: &lt;a href="http://tarotmastershimure.blogspot.com/search/label/ASTROLOGY%20ARIES" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://tarotmastershimure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;blogspot.com/search/label/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ASTROLOGY%20ARIES&lt;/a&gt; and see if it's as true for you.&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/11187938-4189699853740164515?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4189699853740164515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4189699853740164515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4189699853740164515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4189699853740164515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-true-how-true.html' title='how true, how true...'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1186556643467121570</id><published>2009-03-25T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:51:28.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. To lose at least 5kg in 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To not be distracted by unnecessary drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To write more music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To focus on the essentials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To be the best I can be within my ability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1186556643467121570?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1186556643467121570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1186556643467121570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1186556643467121570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1186556643467121570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday-resolution.html' title='my birthday resolution'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4840156252074944905</id><published>2009-03-12T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:36:48.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notes to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="textwrap"&gt;“If a guy treats you like he doesn’t give a s--- it’s because he doesn’t give a s---.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Don’t get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he’ll do the asking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Just because you like to lead doesn’t mean he wants to dance. Some traditions are born of nature and last through time for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="textwrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the movie, "He Just Not That Into You". Actually we do know these rules, but we choose to be blinded sometimes, don't we? But babe, some risks are not worth taking. Finally, I'll close with my most memorable quote from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou've already got one asshole, you don't need another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4840156252074944905?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4840156252074944905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4840156252074944905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4840156252074944905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4840156252074944905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/03/notes-to-self.html' title='notes to self'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4516136333734597100</id><published>2009-03-10T21:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:02:26.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ my vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all my girlfriends, you must take some time out to watch this video. It's so awakening and powerful and I hope it will inspire you the way it inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/EveEnsler_2004-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/EveEnsler-2004.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=64"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/EveEnsler_2004-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/EveEnsler-2004.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=64" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagina, vagina, vagina, it's not the sexiest word in the dictionary, yet its the centre of my body and the core of my sexual being. Embrace it, understand it, love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4516136333734597100?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4516136333734597100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4516136333734597100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4516136333734597100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4516136333734597100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-my-vagina.html' title='i ♥ my vagina'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6789672013431253631</id><published>2009-03-02T13:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:01:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 21st ali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't believed i survived yesterday. Right after Shitney 232, rushed home to shower and change, remove and put on my makeup again, then off to Sentosa. But it was worth it seeing my babes so happy. Was nice finally meeting her guy, Marcus, who was a really nice guy and seemingly a romantic buff in love. Lucky you, girl! You've got the whole world in your hands, don't cha? Ha, real happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatwwXF05JI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NsPp064UdSA/s1600-h/DSCF4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatwwXF05JI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NsPp064UdSA/s320/DSCF4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308460561920746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's strange how in one evening, in one room, i saw so many different kinds of love. Sweet puppy love, understated love, endearing love, love lost and unrequited. I have to admit i was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling kinda, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one kind&lt;/span&gt;. But like a passing dark cloud, i know i will see my rainbow one day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatxgniyjZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iGk7IBe4-p4/s1600-h/DSCF4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatxgniyjZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/iGk7IBe4-p4/s320/DSCF4076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308461390970916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sat1eQR40FI/AAAAAAAAAes/2EaKeB9OZoQ/s1600-h/DSCF4076A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sat1eQR40FI/AAAAAAAAAes/2EaKeB9OZoQ/s320/DSCF4076A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308465748412780626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatyDnJm6QI/AAAAAAAAAec/cH87EfFVUdE/s1600-h/DSCF4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatyDnJm6QI/AAAAAAAAAec/cH87EfFVUdE/s320/DSCF4077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308461992160717058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sat0PleagDI/AAAAAAAAAek/3T6S0z1TGUc/s1600-h/DSCF4077A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sat0PleagDI/AAAAAAAAAek/3T6S0z1TGUc/s320/DSCF4077A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308464396892799026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for showing me some love when i needed it most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6789672013431253631?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6789672013431253631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6789672013431253631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6789672013431253631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6789672013431253631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-21st-ali.html' title='happy 21st ali!'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SatwwXF05JI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NsPp064UdSA/s72-c/DSCF4049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-2375222605113755733</id><published>2009-02-27T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:40:23.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what r the odds man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bumped into Lucky the other day. He was with a colleague, Cindy, whom he bumped into also. They happened to have both their phones dead and was so glad to see me cos they can borrow my phone. And guess what? My phone's low batt too haha. But it could survive a few msgs. Guess Lucky's always lucky hehe. What are the odds of 3 random ppl bumping into each other and all 3 phone's dead or dying? The best part is, Cindy turned out to be my Pri Sch mate! My first Pri Sch to be exact, Fuhua Pri, which I attended for 4 yrs before transferring to JPS. Seriously, WHAT ARE THE ODDS MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sae87a0cL4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/DOyhIY5Kzcc/s1600-h/DSCF4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sae87a0cL4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/DOyhIY5Kzcc/s320/DSCF4009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307418414876995458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cindy, the girl with the amazing memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sae-4WJITfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/45kpWbI-ygM/s1600-h/DSCF4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sae-4WJITfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/45kpWbI-ygM/s320/DSCF4018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307420561105243634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a great dins+girl talk session with my girls last night. Whether we like it or not, life has indeed changed and we have indeed been forced to grow up. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2375222605113755733?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2375222605113755733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2375222605113755733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2375222605113755733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2375222605113755733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-r-odds-man.html' title='what r the odds man?'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Sae87a0cL4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/DOyhIY5Kzcc/s72-c/DSCF4009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8558236791050498427</id><published>2009-02-24T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:18:50.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>星期六深夜</title><content type='html'>星期六晚上 哪都不想去 也无法入睡&lt;br /&gt;看着电视机 持续在发呆 喝了七分醉&lt;br /&gt;闭上了眼睛 试着不想你 但已来不及&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了如何让眼泪停止流下&lt;br /&gt;还好没人看见 没人会说话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期六深夜 我想起了你&lt;br /&gt;没什么特别 只是回忆&lt;br /&gt;你让我自由 我很感激&lt;br /&gt;星期六深夜&lt;br /&gt;永远不会有任何人能代替你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是遗憾的滋味&lt;br /&gt;陪着我形影不离&lt;br /&gt;明天我会面带微笑&lt;br /&gt;但无法忘记你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;永远不会有任何人能代替你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's not exactly Saturday but it feels like one. Gonna be meeting my girl Xiaobai later, bringing her to Om @ Haji Lane for dins &amp;amp; then we're gonna catch "He's just not that into you" with Bronz &amp;amp; Dom. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard some shocking news when we finally met up last wed for Ter's farewell (yet again). Love is such a torture device. But babe, want you to know that whatever you wanna do, we're always gonna be here, whether you like it or not. Thru bitching and hitching, till dentures do we part. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ticket to Sydney is confirmed. So is my interline to Brissy. Imma taking my first solo holiday~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8558236791050498427?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8558236791050498427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8558236791050498427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8558236791050498427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8558236791050498427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html' title='星期六深夜'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-7012344877089028688</id><published>2009-02-15T20:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:49:38.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outta-this-world fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had the best time with a buncha strangers ever. Can't think of a better place and crowd to have celebrated Vday with man. With gourmet BBQ specially prepared and cooked by a New York based Chef, noodle soup Indo Mee (yeah we were too lazy to drain and the Chef was not here yet), vodka infused (and also purely vodka) shisha, lotsa booze, chinese lanterns, lightsticks, heart shaped balloons (that's probably the only valentine-ish thing we had on the island), bigass campfire, $10 hammocks (that make u feel fat cos it slowly sinks to the ground), and loads of energy and enthusiasm, how can it not be awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgRJwLvGfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A2sh_lrgAyA/s1600-h/DSCF3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgRJwLvGfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A2sh_lrgAyA/s320/DSCF3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303007420479379954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chef Aaron Goh JJ working his secret herb butter on the scallops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgTgEuBnqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vm1n-pEYFs8/s1600-h/DSCF3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgTgEuBnqI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vm1n-pEYFs8/s320/DSCF3760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303010002972286626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Super yummy pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgRh0SWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/rMiMXxUCLn4/s1600-h/DSCF3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgRh0SWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/rMiMXxUCLn4/s320/DSCF3776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303007833897707362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes the food is friggin outta this world man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgSh574VSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-RtO4Of2jtE/s1600-h/DSCF3786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgSh574VSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-RtO4Of2jtE/s320/DSCF3786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303008934925718818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best BBQ chicken wings ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgS4EilThI/AAAAAAAAAdU/WpwvtaDDhIw/s1600-h/DSCF3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgS4EilThI/AAAAAAAAAdU/WpwvtaDDhIw/s320/DSCF3795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303009315729526290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nasty sishas - one infused with vodka, one "neat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SaO0eVoweJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VVpnJFvit18/s1600-h/DSCF3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SaO0eVoweJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VVpnJFvit18/s320/DSCF3811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306283219269744786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our campfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgWML2_4vI/AAAAAAAAAds/zgcNvuDspps/s1600-h/DSCF3838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgWML2_4vI/AAAAAAAAAds/zgcNvuDspps/s320/DSCF3838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303012959826469618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend opened my eyes so much. Thanks for the good one~ &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-7012344877089028688?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/7012344877089028688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=7012344877089028688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7012344877089028688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7012344877089028688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/outta-this-world-fun.html' title='outta-this-world fun'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgRJwLvGfI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A2sh_lrgAyA/s72-c/DSCF3754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3121363939284176104</id><published>2009-02-13T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:49:02.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down the rabbit hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You take the red pill, and you'll wake up tomorrow and not remember anything. You take the blue pill, and you'll see just how deep the rabbit hole goes..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Morpheus, The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a whirlwind week. Meeting people, having fun, partying, drinking, singing, wining and dining...I've never been more exhausted! But I'm glad I slowed down for not one, but two very sweet home cooked delish to recharge me for the final lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgN3Kb5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/dItHFcDaNF0/s1600-h/DSCF3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgN3Kb5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/dItHFcDaNF0/s320/DSCF3681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303003802574096066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I only took photo of one. Panfried linguine with sliced beef, a li'l fusion, nice all the same =) My 2nd free meal was a spread of luncheon meat, hotdogs, steamed eggs with crab meat and wanton soup - homely goodness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the perfect climax to end off my leave - camp out at Ubin with a buncha really cool peeps. It's gonna be awesome, and maybe even legendary hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my luck is changing. In fact I feel like my whole world is changing. How sweet, this epiphany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like a whirly-twirly-tumberly-curly fall down the rabbit hole and I don't wanna find out how deep it goes just yet~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3121363939284176104?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3121363939284176104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3121363939284176104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3121363939284176104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3121363939284176104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-rabbit-hole.html' title='down the rabbit hole'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZgN3Kb5hsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/dItHFcDaNF0/s72-c/DSCF3681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8728977477347257460</id><published>2009-02-09T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:59:25.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Night out with my sweets was an adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZA5HOwQNqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/v6-d2_EBLQE/s1600-h/DSCF3659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZA5HOwQNqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/v6-d2_EBLQE/s320/DSCF3659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799557797426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had pizza for dinner and then headed to Rebel, which my "discount card" got me free entry. The place haven't changed much since Smoove, the "cage" concept still remains. But we felt so overaged there! Ha. That place is brimming with teenagers man. After downing our free drinks we headed to Bellini Grande&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and met up with Skye who brought us in. And in here, we feel underaged haha! The crowd was a mix of expats and over thirties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBBTPlFSlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_wTP4sonWbo/s1600-h/DSCF3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBBTPlFSlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_wTP4sonWbo/s320/DSCF3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300808560270461522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a jug of vodka cranberry and positioned ourselves at the best seats in the house, high above the crowd, overlooking the whole club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBCj3ML4QI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZW9zcFzIV_k/s1600-h/DSCF3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBCj3ML4QI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZW9zcFzIV_k/s320/DSCF3663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300809945292988674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then xiaobai spotted a target haha. That dumdum, we stared at him the whole time and he didn't make any move. What an idiot. While we were busy staring, and while i was trying to get xiaobai to go up to the guy, a Santa-lookalike Welsh guy approached us and commented that he's noticed we haven't been dancing all night. So I told him we will once we're drunk enough. And the next thing we know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBFIbMpfuI/AAAAAAAAAck/WEC0M3kGDpI/s1600-h/DSCF3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBFIbMpfuI/AAAAAAAAAck/WEC0M3kGDpI/s320/DSCF3673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300812772457152226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the jugs at Bellini are hugeass? We barely drank half of our first jug and here comes another, courtesy of Santa. We were downing them so fast that I admit it got to me a little. So guess what, I went up to the guy xiaobai was eyeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Hi, are you attached?"&lt;br /&gt;Him, "Er, no."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Are you gay?"&lt;br /&gt;Him, "No!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "My friend over there has been looking at you all night and she's too shy to come over. Can I get your number for her?"&lt;br /&gt;Him, "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that. Won't this make a great story at their wedding? Haha oops, I'm ahead of myself. After high-5ing Santa, we went to the washroom, came back and gulped downed as much as we can of the drinks, and sneaked outta the place haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was a sinful night indeed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBI5eCzCzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NeHVntKDJ8I/s1600-h/DSCF3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZBI5eCzCzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NeHVntKDJ8I/s320/DSCF3668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300816913569614642" 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/11187938-8728977477347257460?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8728977477347257460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8728977477347257460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8728977477347257460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8728977477347257460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SZA5HOwQNqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/v6-d2_EBLQE/s72-c/DSCF3659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3610917651738593206</id><published>2009-02-07T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:50:57.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>知己</title><content type='html'>还好变成了知已&lt;br /&gt;起码随时看到你&lt;br /&gt;哭泣或欢天喜地&lt;br /&gt;可以陪你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让这个故事继续&lt;br /&gt;结局我们都如此好奇&lt;br /&gt;肯定可以一起有惊喜&lt;br /&gt;魔力或奇迹&lt;br /&gt;让它随意上映&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜不能靠得太近&lt;br /&gt;但仍心存感激&lt;br /&gt;好散好聚我们都庆幸&lt;br /&gt;一时很难去解释&lt;br /&gt;这样微妙的距离&lt;br /&gt;也许我们都很满意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情是我们一向来&lt;br /&gt;很尊重的事情&lt;br /&gt;现在就紧紧的&lt;br /&gt;维系彼此关系&lt;br /&gt;长大了也许对于某种&lt;br /&gt;感动的东西&lt;br /&gt;一点点都珍惜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还好变成了知已&lt;br /&gt;起码随时看到你&lt;br /&gt;哭泣或欢天喜地&lt;br /&gt;可以陪你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是没有差到哪里&lt;br /&gt;相处的还算和气&lt;br /&gt;就差那一句&lt;br /&gt;我爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可惜不能靠得太近&lt;br /&gt;但仍心存感激&lt;br /&gt;好散好聚我们都庆幸&lt;br /&gt;一时很难去解释&lt;br /&gt;这样微妙的距离&lt;br /&gt;也许我们都很满意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情是我们一向来&lt;br /&gt;很尊重的事情&lt;br /&gt;现在就紧紧的&lt;br /&gt;维系彼此关系&lt;br /&gt;长大了也许对于某种&lt;br /&gt;感动的东西&lt;br /&gt;一点都珍惜&lt;br /&gt;都得来不易&lt;br /&gt;比如像你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3610917651738593206?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3610917651738593206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3610917651738593206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3610917651738593206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3610917651738593206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='知己'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4841164218685588964</id><published>2009-02-02T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:16:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>divorced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my couple-coded Yee Ling got divorced today. After almost 3 weeks together, I don't know how I'm gonna face my next flight alone. I'll miss you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SYXKN__dDZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZYvg_WM2UsM/s1600-h/DSC08796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SYXKN__dDZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZYvg_WM2UsM/s320/DSC08796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297862878535945618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for You, I do miss you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; More than I'd prefer. I do something and I'm reminded of you. I see something and I think of you. I learn something I thought you'd like I'd wanna share it with you. As I've always said, you're a cruel joke my karma's playing on me, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about moments that can change everything. I never truly understood until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got whiskey all over my friggin face and burning my eyes, when the world stopped and you weren't there, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you turn around and walked away, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you replied with silence and answered with voicemail, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's my cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SYXdLSmMhgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GaEZOeLvzrk/s1600-h/DSCF3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SYXdLSmMhgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GaEZOeLvzrk/s320/DSCF3586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297883722711598594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. (to my karma) since it's not funny anymore, can we pls hit reset?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4841164218685588964?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4841164218685588964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4841164218685588964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4841164218685588964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4841164218685588964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/02/divorced.html' title='divorced'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SYXKN__dDZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZYvg_WM2UsM/s72-c/DSC08796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1376220526378690279</id><published>2009-01-20T12:29:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:19:01.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings (chronologically backwards)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As much as I said I'll never step inside again, I entered one of my least favourite places with one of my very favourite persons for a midnight rendesvous =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWVKmhRJpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Ew8r77ueiHM/s1600-h/DSCF3448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWVKmhRJpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Ew8r77ueiHM/s320/DSCF3448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293300946415199890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lock the door behind me!" He said, making it sound sooooo dangerous. Haha, but it is la, I got robbed before, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWVr-0aSlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2KCkT4YhKfQ/s1600-h/DSCF3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWVr-0aSlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2KCkT4YhKfQ/s320/DSCF3453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301519873624658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danga Bay, sorta like the Fisherman's Village equivalent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWWAPl_k6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/cGfw4ARrqik/s1600-h/DSCF3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWWAPl_k6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/cGfw4ARrqik/s320/DSCF3454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301867973940130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The unplugged performance was pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWWYGAawSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Rm1l2RP83jw/s1600-h/DSCF3449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWWYGAawSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Rm1l2RP83jw/s320/DSCF3449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293302277717279010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it's my first time coming all the way here for western finger food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWWxc6A9lI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xt5u2X7OKSU/s1600-h/DSCF3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWWxc6A9lI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xt5u2X7OKSU/s320/DSCF3455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293302713361167954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 sleepyheads waiting at the Budget Terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to my "singing friend" jolyn, who is now a trainee broker, I got to watch Red Cliff 2 in Gold Class complete with free food+drinks, AND yummy Crystal Jade dinner! So much for leeching off your friends haha. I got to finally meet her new boyfriend, Wayne, who was a polished young man well above his peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clarke Quay for drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, where I had an interesting conversation with Bobby from Scotland (shucks, forgot to snap a pic with the nice old man).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it was off to Helipad for Bubblez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWfN-EazOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/oAXDelu69CU/s1600-h/DSCF3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWfN-EazOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/oAXDelu69CU/s320/DSCF3438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293311999392533730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The songstress turned broker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWfZI4GrNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2GkQslvufP0/s1600-h/DSCF3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWfZI4GrNI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2GkQslvufP0/s320/DSCF3439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293312191272234194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The power couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWg1MuouhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4wIC7y4Efco/s1600-h/DSCF3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWg1MuouhI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4wIC7y4Efco/s320/DSCF3441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293313772854229522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wayne's friend, Lauren&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a Korean-American who has the coolest job - working for himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWhDTzrsVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xCfCxjfD_a4/s1600-h/DSCF3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWhDTzrsVI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xCfCxjfD_a4/s320/DSCF3443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293314015272612178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with another one of my favourite people, my dearie kaiwen. It's been a whole year since we last met &amp;amp; we've got loads to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yummy udon at Liang Court and caught up with the happily married fiona. Our gossiping prowess has proven to withstand the test of time! Haha, it was so much fun just talking with these 2. Later on it was our ritual ktv session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWYDPgT-aI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JVbc9ge70cw/s1600-h/DSCF3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWYDPgT-aI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/JVbc9ge70cw/s320/DSCF3382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293304118512974242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My very first singing partner since we were 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with the rest - ter, xiaobai, ah pa liang, and roy, for dinner + drinking. Ah pa liang insisted we go to Pump Room to see his Fat Lady and so as good children, we did. And he arranged a surprise bday gag for roy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWZOgwlsqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YZaVGpiMl0o/s1600-h/DSCF3388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWZOgwlsqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/YZaVGpiMl0o/s320/DSCF3388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293305411634836130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roy looked so comfortable on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to The Arena, highly recommended by xiaobai. And xue er came to join us. The music &amp;amp; live band was good, but the crowd sucked. Still we had fun, jing jang style. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWcI6BN5AI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YSYDa2DK8zE/s1600-h/DSCF3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWcI6BN5AI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YSYDa2DK8zE/s320/DSCF3404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293308613871133698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWcXoW_jbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZCVcrB4PWyQ/s1600-h/DSCF3405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWcXoW_jbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZCVcrB4PWyQ/s320/DSCF3405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293308866828668338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWdMCPJzfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/K_3JvDm2sKU/s1600-h/DSCF3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWdMCPJzfI/AAAAAAAAAbA/K_3JvDm2sKU/s320/DSCF3409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293309767128305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWddvRPvTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8-8W-744fMc/s1600-h/DSCF3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWddvRPvTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8-8W-744fMc/s320/DSCF3424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293310071274454322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately every&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;years,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by some twist of Fate, the &lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of us would somehow manage to meet up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWaEl7KgtI/AAAAAAAAAag/sR2byXbsijs/s1600-h/DSCF3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWaEl7KgtI/AAAAAAAAAag/sR2byXbsijs/s320/DSCF3423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293306340734304978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;long years and counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Can't believe we knew each other when we were all 11 yr old kids in sch uniform! Joshua must be the only guy I know now who ever saw me in a pinafore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you people, what will life be without u guys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWeOtlCVuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/E8IbF7xD-3U/s1600-h/DSCF3431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWeOtlCVuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/E8IbF7xD-3U/s320/DSCF3431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293310912634181346" 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/11187938-1376220526378690279?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1376220526378690279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1376220526378690279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1376220526378690279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1376220526378690279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/01/midnight-rendesvous-es.html' title='happenings (chronologically backwards)'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SXWVKmhRJpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Ew8r77ueiHM/s72-c/DSCF3448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-2739454067848069572</id><published>2009-01-14T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:35:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;你和我就算了吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;别用沉默代替回答&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;陌生得让我害怕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;心像被针扎了一下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;总是不提那句话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我想你是故意装傻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;不是不懂得表达&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;还在等什么说清楚吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我想你不是真的爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;习惯被忽略不算自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;相爱的人总是不懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;为什么真心伤得特别重&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我想你不是真的爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;当体贴渐渐受到冷落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;其实爱有很多选择&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我也可以给你自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;终于明白那句话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;爱能让人一夜长大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;不成熟的感情啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;让我变得小心害怕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我和你就算了吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;不想再为爱而挣扎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;爱情若没有火花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;至少了解后懂得放下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我想你不是真的爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;习惯被忽略不算自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;相爱的人总是不懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;为什么真心伤得特别重&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我想你不是真的爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;当体贴渐渐受到冷落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;其实爱有很多选择&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;我也可以给你自由~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2739454067848069572?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2739454067848069572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2739454067848069572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2739454067848069572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2739454067848069572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-7747986947241732606</id><published>2009-01-13T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:47:36.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone again, ever so naturally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a secret path I follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To a place no one can find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where I meet my perfect someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've kept hidden in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where my heart makes my decisions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Till my dream becomes a vision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And the love I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Makes him real someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I know he's out there somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just beyond my reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Though I've never really touched him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Or ever heard him speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Though we've never been together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We've never been apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No we've never met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Haven't found him yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know him by heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Am I living in an illusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wanting something I can't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If I compromise, I'd be living lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pretending love's not meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I know my heart's worth saving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I know that he'll be waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I'll hold on and I'll stay strong 'till then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 'Cause I know he's out there somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just beyond my reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Though I've never really touched him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Or ever heard him speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Though we've never been together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We've never been apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No we've never met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Haven't found him yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know him by heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No we've never met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Haven't found him yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know him by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-7747986947241732606?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/7747986947241732606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=7747986947241732606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7747986947241732606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7747986947241732606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/01/alone-again-naturally.html' title='alone again, ever so naturally.'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6911806609946227856</id><published>2009-01-03T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:31:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always thought that if I had the chance to choose, I'd still wanna be a girl. I'd still wanna dress up, make pretty, enjoy bimbotic moments with my girls, be over-sensitive, emotional, &amp;amp; a crazy bitch. You see, it's so much more fun being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what kinda guy do I wanna be if I had the chance? I'd be romantic for sure, conjuring li'l surprises for my girl every now and then, I'll tell myself I'm courting her everyday cos I want her to enjoy the feeling of being courted by me and only me. I'd respect her like a lady and adore her like a baby. I'd listen to her every word carefully and take note of all the details. I'd make her feel like she's the most special person to me even though I have other important people in my life. I'd balance my time with her and my friends and her friends. I'd probably be the perfect guy. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year has passed and gone. Any regrets? Many. My new year resolution is the same every year - to be happier than before. (And to shake off some weight ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6911806609946227856?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6911806609946227856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6911806609946227856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6911806609946227856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6911806609946227856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-9193724109530246526</id><published>2009-01-02T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:05:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i really want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I stress you out&lt;br /&gt;My sweater is on backwards and inside out&lt;br /&gt;And you say how appropriate&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dissect everything today&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to pick you apart you see&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off&lt;br /&gt;Slap me with a splintered ruler&lt;br /&gt;And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already&lt;br /&gt;If only I could hunt the hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want is some patience&lt;br /&gt;A way to calm the angry voice&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want is deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Do I wear you out&lt;br /&gt;You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out&lt;br /&gt;I'm consumed by the chill of solitary&lt;br /&gt;I'm like Estella&lt;br /&gt;I like to reel it in and then spit it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated by your apathy&lt;br /&gt;And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land&lt;br /&gt;If only I could meet the Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am fascinated by the spiritual man&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled by his humble nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else to catch this drift&lt;br /&gt;And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred&lt;br /&gt;Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while&lt;br /&gt;The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses&lt;br /&gt;Falling all around...all around&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so petrified of silence&lt;br /&gt;Here can you handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines&lt;br /&gt;Or when you think you're gonna die&lt;br /&gt;Or did you long for the next distraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And all I need now is intellectual intercourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul to dig the hole much deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I have no concept of time other than it is flying&lt;br /&gt;If only I could kill the killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is some peace man&lt;br /&gt;a place to find a common ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And all I really want is a wavelength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really want is some comfort&lt;br /&gt;A way to get my hands untied&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want is some justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-9193724109530246526?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/9193724109530246526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=9193724109530246526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/9193724109530246526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/9193724109530246526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-really.html' title='all i really want'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-393180020131032000</id><published>2008-12-13T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:37:08.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying put</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's weird to see the pool of friends you collected over the years, those who shared the same era of pagars, tamagotchi, tamagotchi pagars, "steads", mIRC, icq, 7 months of "holiday" waiting for poly to start, procrastinating projects, crashing for exams...suddenly split up into very different crossroads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I see some gettin married, planning to get married, planning to never get married, balloting for HDB, having babies, planning to have more babies...yeah I'm very happy for them, excited even. But to think of myself doing the same, it's just plain scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Are we really &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It seems to me like the world around me is rushing towards there while I'm still all the way over here&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And...I think I'm gonna stay put for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's nice over here, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-393180020131032000?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/393180020131032000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=393180020131032000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/393180020131032000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/393180020131032000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-weird-to-see-pool-of-friends-you.html' title='staying put'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1110321568479097035</id><published>2008-12-07T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:38:43.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleigh bells ring, are u listening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24th of December, Swissotel Merchant Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kickass double double plus room at super super good price. Thanks to my new DBS Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are in charge of the poultry &amp;amp; mixers. The girls, starch &amp;amp; snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gonna par-tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S Surprisingly this year, the guys are very much participative &amp;amp; psyched. What happened to my girls? Are we losing our X'mas spirits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1110321568479097035?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1110321568479097035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1110321568479097035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1110321568479097035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1110321568479097035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleigh-bells-ring-are-u-listening.html' title='sleigh bells ring, are u listening?'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4569587210110337624</id><published>2008-12-05T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:36:39.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jus doin some research</title><content type='html'>彭羚 - 给我爱过的男孩们&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戴上钻石戒指 说我们愿意&lt;br /&gt;这刹那 看着这小玩意&lt;br /&gt;衷心跟过去说谢谢 不让你知&lt;br /&gt;这个故事引子 有个女孩立下大志&lt;br /&gt;赶快道别童稚 然後趁青春好好恋爱一次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至此 爱过数次 有过段段逸事&lt;br /&gt;亦有一些灿烂处 似本恋爱杂志闲时&lt;br /&gt;总算还可以 回味那幕幕旧事在暗中自娱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我倾慕过的 牵挂过的 伤害过的 挣扎过的&lt;br /&gt;谨将这首歌献上给我从前每个男孩如盛放的花朵&lt;br /&gt;想像过的 得到过的 等待过的 失去过的&lt;br /&gt;祝我 幸福快乐 也冀盼每一个都好 像我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当作过渡也好 趁最爱还未到&lt;br /&gt;到处爱爱吧 我不信月老&lt;br /&gt;好不好试过了 日後都是瑰宝&lt;br /&gt;当作锻炼也好 爱错也能日後上诉&lt;br /&gt;恋爱若没难度 甜蜜与温馨都不希冀得到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至少 爱过数次 有过段段逸事&lt;br /&gt;亦有一些灿烂处 似本恋爱杂志闲时&lt;br /&gt;总算还可以 回味那幕幕旧事在暗中自娱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我倾慕过的 牵挂过的 伤害过的 挣扎过的&lt;br /&gt;谨将这首歌献上给我从前每个男孩如盛放的花朵&lt;br /&gt;想像过的 得到过的 等待过的 失去过的&lt;br /&gt;祝我幸福快乐 也冀盼每一个都好 像我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那不愉快的 不算差的 不後悔的 不结果的&lt;br /&gt;谨将这首歌向每一个男孩致意从前陪着我一样傻&lt;br /&gt;不实际的 不见光的 不便说的 不记得的&lt;br /&gt;祝我幸福快乐 我爱过每一个&lt;br /&gt;请保佑我~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's in Cantonese so don't expect to understand it fully easily. But the general gist of it is so meaningful. Not so crazy about the melody though, think I'm gonna try giving it a nicer tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4569587210110337624?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4569587210110337624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4569587210110337624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4569587210110337624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4569587210110337624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-in-cantonese-so-dont-expect-to.html' title='jus doin some research'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1396503362927913132</id><published>2008-12-02T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:35:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be home for x'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm dreamin' tonight of a place I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even more then I usually do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And although I know it's a long road back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be home for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Please have snow and mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; And presents under the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Christmas Eve will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; Where the love light beams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be home for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; If only in my dreams~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing like when X'mas is near. Everyone gets all hyped up with the festivities, shopping for fabulous gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and most of all, counting down to a day of get-together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;X'mas is my favourite holiday 'cos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nothing beats meeting up with the ones I love and having a nice, warm X'mas dinner with them, exchanging specially prepared presents, and being grateful for another good year spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really thank my lucky stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I managed to get the off days (and a good deal at that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So pls don't disappoint me, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1396503362927913132?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1396503362927913132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1396503362927913132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1396503362927913132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1396503362927913132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-home-for-xmas.html' title='i&apos;ll be home for x&apos;mas'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-653435358987408171</id><published>2008-11-23T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:27:20.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kyan's kickass birthday surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch the tearjerker slide show here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/C8yq-nnf7z8qo-Zh4O55ACDMszZYfAKz?view=original"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.slide.com/r/C8yq-nnf7z8qo-Zh4O55ACDMszZYfAKz?view=original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-653435358987408171?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/653435358987408171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=653435358987408171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/653435358987408171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/653435358987408171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/11/kyans-kickass-boat-party.html' title='kyan&apos;s kickass birthday surprise'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6027923772811273151</id><published>2008-11-20T06:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:46:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say hello to e newest member of e jjgang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Eileen is really a shocker. She shocked us when she turned up at Xiaobai's bday a married woman. Then Sheen bumped into her with a huge baby bump. Then now, before we can rush to rub her tummy, she's a proud mummy of a beautiful baby girl. And if that's not enough, the new mummy had a shockingly short labour of only half an hour! She looks so glowingly radiant after that you can't tell she's gone through labour at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSTey8qyoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VJRtv2Uz5DI/s1600-h/DSCF2962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSTey8qyoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VJRtv2Uz5DI/s320/DSCF2962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270499621211916930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the sweetest little thing, weighing at a healthy 2.8kg, entered our lives yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSST8PcBc0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PT2xZXo3frk/s1600-h/DSCF2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSST8PcBc0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PT2xZXo3frk/s320/DSCF2963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270500127075824450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUHR1SeOI/AAAAAAAAARA/0iZTjsKubx4/s1600-h/DSCF2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUHR1SeOI/AAAAAAAAARA/0iZTjsKubx4/s320/DSCF2971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270500316697229538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy Eileen wanted to give her a name starting with "P" cos daddy's name is Peter. And so we helped to come up with "Prystal", "Penelope", "Pherlyn" and we especially liked "Paige Elizabeth Lee", which has both mummy and daddy's initials. But all is up to the new parents. Enjoy the photos for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUfMz4_VI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EU-N_OcGCTg/s1600-h/DSCF2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUfMz4_VI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EU-N_OcGCTg/s320/DSCF2964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270500727666048338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUT4TWO4I/AAAAAAAAARI/FS-dOHAsUjg/s1600-h/DSCF2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUT4TWO4I/AAAAAAAAARI/FS-dOHAsUjg/s320/DSCF2974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270500533182282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUw5dRD2I/AAAAAAAAARY/01QstZwHwLc/s1600-h/DSCF2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSUw5dRD2I/AAAAAAAAARY/01QstZwHwLc/s320/DSCF2970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270501031708528482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSWLHui-8I/AAAAAAAAARg/WQmbFENHx-E/s1600-h/DSCF2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSWLHui-8I/AAAAAAAAARg/WQmbFENHx-E/s320/DSCF2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270502581727329218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the Lees we left for dinner and hopped into a Maxi cab together for the first time! Haha! Prepare for some mountain tortoise camwhoring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSWuH59pOI/AAAAAAAAARo/AZw8MwzWVCk/s1600-h/DSCF2977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSWuH59pOI/AAAAAAAAARo/AZw8MwzWVCk/s320/DSCF2977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270503183070635234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSW4iFt2cI/AAAAAAAAARw/LrAt7rQZZGs/s1600-h/DSCF2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSW4iFt2cI/AAAAAAAAARw/LrAt7rQZZGs/s320/DSCF2978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270503361897945538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSXCEVQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KaPC1M8ahGs/s1600-h/DSCF2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSXCEVQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KaPC1M8ahGs/s320/DSCF2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270503525708785698" 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/11187938-6027923772811273151?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6027923772811273151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6027923772811273151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6027923772811273151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6027923772811273151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/11/say-hello-to-e-newest-member-of-e.html' title='say hello to e newest member of e jjgang!'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSSTey8qyoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VJRtv2Uz5DI/s72-c/DSCF2962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1533523141677173510</id><published>2008-11-18T17:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:44:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"miss"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSKKVRwgP1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/RuzMRaLTL4A/s1600-h/hooked_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269926612125630290" style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSKKVRwgP1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/RuzMRaLTL4A/s320/hooked_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just watched a Miriam Yeung and Eason Chan movie "Hooked on You" on tv. A bittersweet romantic comedy which has a slightly different twist and feel compared to the other movies of its genre. I like that it opens with an interesting definition of the word "miss" and closes with a subtle reprisal of the word. Gave me a newfound insight to this everyday word. Never occured to me that it is such an ironic word in itself. To miss something or somebody is such sorrow yet we often use "I miss you" in the sweetest context. Remember in the SNTC movie SJP actually discovered in her research that "I miss you" is the most commonly used phrase in the greatest love letters of all time instead of "I love you"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The best part is that "miss" also refers to the &lt;em&gt;courtesy&lt;/em&gt; title for both an &lt;em&gt;unmarried&lt;/em&gt; woman or a &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;. Ah, the irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1533523141677173510?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1533523141677173510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1533523141677173510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1533523141677173510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1533523141677173510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss.html' title='&quot;miss&quot;'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SSKKVRwgP1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/RuzMRaLTL4A/s72-c/hooked_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1446250177793923482</id><published>2008-11-11T08:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:53:18.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, I don't know which time zone I'm stuck on 'cos I've been freaking up all night long. And it's crazy how my creative juices really flow at such ungodly hours. Look what I've done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SRjpdqmunOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HISKja7D3bg/s1600-h/mosaic.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SRjrzEuloWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R69zNV4oz1g/s1600-h/mosaic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267219026884796770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SRjrzEuloWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R69zNV4oz1g/s320/mosaic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nice? You gotta enlarge it to see it properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;New roster's out. Thankfully I've got both London and Hkg-Frisco. But not so thankfully, I'll be spending X'mas in Hkg. And even less thankfully, you will be in Taipei. Guess it's another lonely X'mas this year. Oh well, I'll have our Genting weekender to tide me through, and March to look forward to. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1446250177793923482?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1446250177793923482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1446250177793923482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1446250177793923482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1446250177793923482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-i-dont-know-which-time-zone-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SRjrzEuloWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R69zNV4oz1g/s72-c/mosaic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-2439385417311737395</id><published>2008-11-01T12:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:25:25.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of a geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;31.10.08 Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Tricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd at dbl o was massive beyond believe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the que for baggage stretched all the way to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;when faced with the monster que was asked "then how do u think i can help you?"&lt;br /&gt;the table was my home most of the night&lt;br /&gt;partying with a 16 yr-old&lt;br /&gt;the bouncer almost came to stop the guys from smoking in the dark corner&lt;br /&gt;the dance floor was utterly impenetrable&lt;br /&gt;the temperature was burning (thank goodness i got my fan)&lt;br /&gt;staying sober the whole night&lt;br /&gt;a certain disappearing pantomime act&lt;br /&gt;getting my fingers painfully twisted&lt;br /&gt;getting my toes crushed&lt;br /&gt;watching you crush someone else' toes&lt;br /&gt;simply watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Treats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;both sylz &amp;amp; i got in free with our costumes&lt;br /&gt;jaygie got in looking like himself&lt;br /&gt;someone mistook raphael for the door bitch&lt;br /&gt;we got a cool big red table&lt;br /&gt;watching the crazy ex-commandos drink straight outta the martell bottles&lt;br /&gt;watching them clean off almost 2 bottles neat&lt;br /&gt;watching jaygie get high&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pantomime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; red-lipped smooch&lt;br /&gt;my fan won "best prop of the night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;partying with almost-strangers can be kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;especially watching them make a fool of themselves&lt;br /&gt;such as eating the real poison apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish next year will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SQvjYwwtydI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bg0BCxjjYig/s1600-h/DSCF2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SQvjYwwtydI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bg0BCxjjYig/s320/DSCF2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263550604058151378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SQvjYwwtydI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bg0BCxjjYig/s1600-h/DSCF2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2439385417311737395?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2439385417311737395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2439385417311737395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2439385417311737395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2439385417311737395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/11/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='memoirs of a geisha'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SQvjYwwtydI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bg0BCxjjYig/s72-c/DSCF2734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1260388312255583259</id><published>2008-10-22T05:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:17:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a few hrs, I will finally set foot in Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a few days, I will finally shop in KLCC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In a few more days, I will finally revisit Genting since I was 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After living right next to them for 23 years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After travelling around the globe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well it's about bloody time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1260388312255583259?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1260388312255583259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1260388312255583259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1260388312255583259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1260388312255583259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s about time'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4324560672225054475</id><published>2008-10-17T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:53:46.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'est la vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SPdwB7nIahI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3XraPH7aYdA/s1600-h/DSCF2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SPdwB7nIahI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3XraPH7aYdA/s320/DSCF2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257794268462344722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paris was beautiful. But being there with a guy that's not you, its heart-wrenching. I wish, upon the Eiffel Tower stars, that I will get to share the magic of Paris with that someone special some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4324560672225054475?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4324560672225054475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4324560672225054475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4324560672225054475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4324560672225054475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/10/cest-la-vie.html' title='c&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SPdwB7nIahI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3XraPH7aYdA/s72-c/DSCF2568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-2327496851736965269</id><published>2008-10-09T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:22:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally uploaded my Cairo and Milan pics on Facebook. Tmr I'm off to Paris! Wieeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that it's my annual leave again. Ten days of unplanned goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get my first Chanel&lt;br /&gt;have dinner at Nobu&lt;br /&gt;try the 70++ Marina Mandarin buffet&lt;br /&gt;get a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;go for more hot yoga&lt;br /&gt;have a nice holiday with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2327496851736965269?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2327496851736965269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2327496851736965269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2327496851736965269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2327496851736965269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/10/wants.html' title='wants'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8512087230227178432</id><published>2008-09-18T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:55:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, a thousand times over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pls pls pls go watch "The Kite Runner". It is a "other side of the story" movie that will really set you thinking. The young actors are so endearing ok! I love them! Especially Hassan, his undying loyalty to Amir is just amazing. The other amazing thing is the whole movie's shot in China, where there's a whole Muslim community complete with Mosques and architecture that's the closest to '70s Afghanistan you can find now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And after you watch it, go to &lt;a href="http://www.takepart.com/"&gt;http://www.takepart.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Unconditional love, loyalty, trust - simple things that are so lack of in our troubled world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is a way to be good again."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really hope there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8512087230227178432?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8512087230227178432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8512087230227178432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8512087230227178432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8512087230227178432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='for you, a thousand times over'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1530237919589141255</id><published>2008-09-15T03:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:03:30.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bug strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm too lazy to upload my Milan &amp;amp; Cairo pics yet *bleah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've finished season one of both Cashmere Mafia and Lipstick Jungle and I still can't decide which I like better. The only thing I can say is they can't replace SATC no matter what. And now I'm hooked on "Dirty Sexy Money". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Notes to self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I must stop being a TV junkie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to get my nails done (my itchy fingers peeled off the gel inlay and now my nails look sick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to go for my hot yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to practice my keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to train Noce for more tricks (she can do "hand" and "jump" and sometimes, when we're lucky, "sit")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to plan a nice getaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to send my Acer for servicing before the warranty's up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God, I also need to get down to writing some new songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why does it seem like I've got all the time in the world but nothing's done? I hate myself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On top of that, I'm having trouble sleeping again. My eyes are half open but my mind just keeps running. And the humming of your breathing just serves as a quiet mockery of my awakeness. I miss the days when I can doze off and drift off to lalaland till the most natural time to wake up. Or were there ever those days? I really can't remember the last time I slept like that. Dreamless, deep, restful. Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're just like your father. You want fairy tale love. You're a romantic but what's really romantic is to wake up every morning and say 'I choose you, again. Today. No matter what'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Lititia Darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"And so Karen, Freddy, I send you off into the mystery of marriage with three words that start with the letter C. First, Confirmation. Married people provide confirmation for each other. When one person sees a shooting star or an aurora, then they have someone to turn to all the time, to whom to which to say 'Did you see that? Did that really happen?' And in a life that's full of amazing moments, it's important to have confirmation. The second is Consolation. Married people provide consolation for each other. When bad luck, death, or even the simple sadness of the passing of beauty becomes hard to make it go on, then you have someone to turn to for a hand, for an embrace, for a kiss, for consolation. And last but not least, there's joy. (mumbling from the guests) It's not a C word but then life and love are surprising. You may kiss the bride." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Brian Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I didn't marry a Darling for nothing." - Ellen Darling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I grow up, I'm going to live like this. No matter what it takes. No matter what." - Kiki George&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1530237919589141255?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1530237919589141255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1530237919589141255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1530237919589141255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1530237919589141255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-bug-strikes-again.html' title='lazy bug strikes again'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5641192654632161687</id><published>2008-09-10T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:04:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>made it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did it. I survived doing 2 long flights a day. Going to see the pyramids tmr. I can't believe I'm finally here. This is like so one of the "1000 places to see before I die". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cairo is, well, sad to say, &lt;em&gt;dusty&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, you can &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; the sand and dust in the air. The city is engulfed in a murky orange-yellow. The weather is really dry and hot. Now I know how the desert's supposed to feel like (the last time I was in the Middle East it was winter and shockingly cool).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, gotta rest now. Long hot day of sightseeing and camwhoring tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5641192654632161687?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5641192654632161687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5641192654632161687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5641192654632161687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5641192654632161687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/09/made-it.html' title='made it'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8902902140666918868</id><published>2008-09-04T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:41:52.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怪胎</title><content type='html'>他们说 我很怪&lt;br /&gt;尤其对于爱&lt;br /&gt;老犯错 太沉默&lt;br /&gt;老是学不乖&lt;br /&gt;才开始就像逃跑&lt;br /&gt;从来不问未来&lt;br /&gt;像个贪玩的小孩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们说 谈恋爱&lt;br /&gt;是一种负载&lt;br /&gt;很甜蜜 很花钱&lt;br /&gt;很需要忍耐&lt;br /&gt;可是孤单要人命&lt;br /&gt;没有人能例外&lt;br /&gt;得跟命运摊牌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天知道有多累 爱我这种人&lt;br /&gt;没错 你快些离开&lt;br /&gt;也许真的是你欠我的债&lt;br /&gt;偏偏你不信赖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么喜欢我 我这种怪胎&lt;br /&gt;像原始人活在新时代&lt;br /&gt;外表叛逆但心不坏&lt;br /&gt;不轻易恋爱&lt;br /&gt;我相信永远不存在&lt;br /&gt;别爱上我 我这种怪胎&lt;br /&gt;我的人生一路在修改&lt;br /&gt;我说爱情是海底针&lt;br /&gt;真心很难买&lt;br /&gt;忘了我 让我一个人&lt;br /&gt;自由自在&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8902902140666918868?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8902902140666918868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8902902140666918868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8902902140666918868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8902902140666918868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='怪胎'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5369757179838319870</id><published>2008-08-31T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:01:12.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, how dreadful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate changes. I'm doing Milan instead of Paris and I'm complaining, why? 'Cos I gotta do Cairo the same night of my arrival back from Milan. Ok I should stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so looking forward to doing Paris with Zen! It feels good knowing you will see a familiar face. And I think I'll die from doing 2 long flights back to back. But oh well, the silver lining is that I'll be on leave after that so I can recuperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Shanghai tmr, the exact same flight I changed for Cairo, haha how cool is that? Now I get to buy my dvd and cheap toiletries AND still get to see the Pyramids. Yipee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh! I got my first compliment letter yesterday! From an indian pax whom I served later than everyone else, gave the wrong meal, and made use of to do translation. Yeah, it's a long and unbelievable story that led to an unexpected long, handwritten compliment letter. But who cares as long as the ending's good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much happier now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question now is, am I going to Sydney alone on the 13th? What am I gonna do here if I don't go? What shall I do for my long 5 days off? What am I gonna do for the Oct leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need my hot yoga, need to sweat it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5369757179838319870?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5369757179838319870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5369757179838319870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5369757179838319870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5369757179838319870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes-how-dreadful.html' title='Changes, how dreadful'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-328816577890784170</id><published>2008-08-28T16:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:40:32.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housekeeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to dust off the cobwebs! Haha. I just went on holiday to Saigon with the 925 gang and I'm going on leave again in Sept, whoohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1EbIi6yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CzluEtdgBLo/s1600-h/DSCF2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1EbIi6yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CzluEtdgBLo/s320/DSCF2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239503935355677474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having fun "paxing" together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ9CrtCWoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WBDpKf4XziM/s1600-h/n635118337_1248486_6185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ9CrtCWoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WBDpKf4XziM/s320/n635118337_1248486_6185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239512701536983682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeeling's (who came in st8 after her HKG turn) welcome party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1jNNAW3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gF56vudT1Vk/s1600-h/DSCF2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1jNNAW3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gF56vudT1Vk/s320/DSCF2155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239504464192232306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1_UiWVXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/q7FUntaJ_dg/s1600-h/DSCF2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1_UiWVXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/q7FUntaJ_dg/s320/DSCF2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239504947197138290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ2zG4C3_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eO7XRultRqc/s1600-h/DSCF2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ2zG4C3_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/eO7XRultRqc/s320/DSCF2156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239505836883238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ4ERVsgRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/r2LO52YYFRU/s1600-h/DSCF2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ4ERVsgRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/r2LO52YYFRU/s320/DSCF2158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239507231261360402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We visited a lacquer artwork workshop. The Vietnamese are so talented, creating beautiful artwork from eggshells, mother of pearl, lacquer and their skillful hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ8S2tc3II/AAAAAAAAAPw/ljITijJlwLo/s1600-h/DSCF2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ8S2tc3II/AAAAAAAAAPw/ljITijJlwLo/s320/DSCF2159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239511879857790082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ8zoPHmiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BeRDXXYfe4E/s1600-h/DSCF2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ8zoPHmiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BeRDXXYfe4E/s320/DSCF2161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239512442908154402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our crazy game on the long bus ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More crazy photos on Facebook. It was a fun trip, looking forward to our next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a brag-worthy roster this time. Heading to Paris next week, followed by Cairo, and then my leave, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm planning to visit laura in Aussie. After that I'm doing Taipei-LA, working up and paxing back, sweet~ Best part is, I touchdown after midnight so I get an extra day off, and the rostering ppl gave me a hidden off day before my next flight, so in total I'm off from 27th Sept till 1st Oct, a whole 5 days! How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it can't get any better, we realise Ah Del's sis is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; highness' Amsterdam flight, which gives us high hopes of doing that flight together. *fingers and toes crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, I must be. No more unnecessary grumpiness, I must try. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting up with me dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-328816577890784170?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/328816577890784170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=328816577890784170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/328816577890784170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/328816577890784170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/08/housekeeping.html' title='Housekeeping'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SLZ1EbIi6yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CzluEtdgBLo/s72-c/DSCF2153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5384550722502242834</id><published>2008-07-12T10:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:08.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="cursor: pointer;font-family:trebuchet ms;" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event," &gt;&lt;span class="hg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;ˡnoce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pos" title="noun, feminine"&gt;(italian) n. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nut, walnut, nut of the walnut tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;span class="se1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cpdb"&gt;&lt;span class="cpd"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noce moscata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="trn"&gt;nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cpd"&gt;&lt;span class="b"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noce pecan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="trn"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pecan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;di legno di noce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; chestnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="term" dir=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;noce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (french)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pos-style"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wedding ceremony, nuptials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet Her Royal Cuteness Princess Noce (say no-shay, not no-ci)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgfJWh2tsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VXLvvH4tKmM/s1600-h/DSCF2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgfJWh2tsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VXLvvH4tKmM/s320/DSCF2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221958013462951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgi0gJUgHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rkK2AmuqNrs/s1600-h/DSCF2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgi0gJUgHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rkK2AmuqNrs/s320/DSCF2050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221962053313658994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Born &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;th of May, she was exactly 2 mths old when we brought her home. But just as she was settling nicely into her new home, we noticed her coughing quite frequently so we had to take her back to the pet farm. She's been there for nearly a week, my poor baby. But the guy at the farm said she's doing fine, he just wants to keep her there a while longer to observe her and make sure she's fully strong and healthy before she comes home. What a responsible fella, though we all agreed he looks a tad bit menacing and not very friendly, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all miss her so much. Even though she's only been here for a weekend, we already feel an attachment to the li'l fur ball. Everytime we walk past her play pen, we look longingly at her "spot". How could you possibly not miss such an adorable face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgpmVUud2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YhUV6sMx98A/s1600-h/DSCF2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgpmVUud2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/YhUV6sMx98A/s320/DSCF2058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221969506471933794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgq--tp1rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/saZ0I5ZWres/s1600-h/DSCF2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgq--tp1rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/saZ0I5ZWres/s320/DSCF2055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971029410830002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgmaxteAPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SxygXTRddxA/s1600-h/DSCF2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgmaxteAPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/SxygXTRddxA/s320/DSCF2052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221966009398591730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgnZmZtM6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/z3KOD_I6T84/s1600-h/DSCF2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgnZmZtM6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/z3KOD_I6T84/s320/DSCF2057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221967088694670242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking forward to bringing her home soon. Her new chew toys and puppy treats are waiting for her. Oh god, I miss her chubby ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgr1mF-VvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WgjYTs4Jp7w/s1600-h/DSCF2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgr1mF-VvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WgjYTs4Jp7w/s320/DSCF2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971967694755570" 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/11187938-5384550722502242834?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5384550722502242834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5384550722502242834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5384550722502242834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5384550722502242834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/07/princess-diary.html' title='The Princess Diary'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SHgfJWh2tsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VXLvvH4tKmM/s72-c/DSCF2046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-709519226750791706</id><published>2008-06-22T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:27:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're happy and you know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's funny how when you're sad, words come pouring out. But when you're happy, you can't seem to find the words ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome was beautiful. The sky so blue, the clouds so fluffy. Only thing missing was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to fill up the void of missing you, a trip to the Prada outlet is not a shabby alternative ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne was filled with pleasant surprises. Met up with a whole buncha mass commies I haven't seen since graduation. Everyone's so warm and it was nice to get together again, though it's weird that we only got to gather when we're miles away from home. Well that's the beauty of life, you never know where it takes you. Catching up with the gang made me realised how these people whom I've envied at being able to afford an expensive education abroad, actually had their fair share of hardship. The new life they have made me see the life I have. Seeing how they've grown made me see how much I've grown too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it really got me thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We tend to forget the simple things that make us smile when we were little. How a bar of chocolate or a popsicle can brighten our entire day. How the promise of a trip to the zoo can make us happy for the rest of the week. How picking up a lucky penny could make us feel like the luckiest person. How getting the toy we want out of those spinning machines make us squeal with delight. How a stranger's wink or funny face can make us giggle with glee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Did we forget to stop and let the kid inside us take charge? Stop, my dear friends, take a breather, and just enjoy yourself. Maybe then we'll stop chasing the 'not enough's and appreciate the things we already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when you're happy and you know it, throw your hands up the air and let your heart beam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-709519226750791706?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/709519226750791706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=709519226750791706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/709519226750791706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/709519226750791706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-youre-happy-and-you-know-it.html' title='When you&apos;re happy and you know it'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6872228132838738049</id><published>2008-06-03T03:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T04:45:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got carried away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My all-time favourite Carrie quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Coulda, woulda, shoulda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't-live-without-each-other love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Now that's a good closet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"And they lived happily ever after. You know, that doesn't always happen in real life. I just thought you should know that now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do you believe in happily-ever-afters? Or rather, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;an we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As always, Carrie never fails to inspire me to google something. But this time it's more than just a bag or a shoe, it's a collection of love letters from the 18th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Excerpt from Napoleon’s love letter to Josephine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;“I have not spent a day without loving you; I have not spent a night without embracing you; I have not so much as drunk a single cup of tea without cursing the pride and ambition which force me to remain separated from the moving spirit of my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apart from being a musical genius, Beethoven was also a man hopelessly in love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Though still in bed my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us. I can live only wholly with you or not at all—yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home, send my soul enwrapped to you into the land of spirits.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have one too, thanks to y♥u. All the way from halfway across the globe. You sulked that you didn't get any. So here it is, from me to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am missing something. Something I kept for as long as I can remember. I don't know how, I don't know when. But it's no longer where it's always been. I feel it still, in the mornings, when I see your face. I feel it tingle when I'm hours away from you. And I miss it most when you're far away. I know it can come back to me any day but for now, please. Please take good care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ever thine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever ours." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Beethoven thru Mr. Big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6872228132838738049?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6872228132838738049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6872228132838738049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6872228132838738049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6872228132838738049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-carried-away.html' title='I got carried away'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-7222097245136692524</id><published>2008-05-24T19:46:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:09.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar-coated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just received Daniel's invite to his birthday bash. It's sucha cheery piece of work I feel I must share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SDgra9kQIxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVd2_whBXHc/s1600-h/2008+Birthday+Invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SDgra9kQIxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVd2_whBXHc/s320/2008+Birthday+Invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203957111629816594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking forward to it! I pray my standby before that won't disrupt my off day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sweetness got up extra early after Man U's exhilirating win to make me a full english breakfast. Photo's in his camera but the sweetness is in here deep deep ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this stewardess on a Taipei flight and other than discovering we got a whole buncha common friends, she also shared with me her miracle love story. We kept in contact thru msn and the happy bride-to-be just showed me her super-diabetically-sweet wedding photos. Here's my personal favourite. Love the candid-ness and the traditional outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/fatdiaryphoto/DSC_0147small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 271px;" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b28/fatdiaryphoto/DSC_0147small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As none of my close friends are near marriage yet, it's pretty new and exciting to hear all about it. Guess talking about gorgeous dresses and dreamy wedding plans will bring out the girlie girl in all of us. Well here's wishing the happy couple all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride asked me when's my turn. No, me thinks, I'm not so 'lucky'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this lovey-dovey business propels me to search for this wonderful song that has been playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CYI5bKZMes&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CYI5bKZMes&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="260" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna grow old with you," he whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-7222097245136692524?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/7222097245136692524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=7222097245136692524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7222097245136692524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7222097245136692524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/05/addicted-to-u-i-am.html' title='sugar-coated'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SDgra9kQIxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVd2_whBXHc/s72-c/2008+Birthday+Invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8821906080272475188</id><published>2008-05-17T22:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love notes on the wall of Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC78YYkuaXI/AAAAAAAAANw/G7AaDEpcu74/s1600-h/love+notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC78YYkuaXI/AAAAAAAAANw/G7AaDEpcu74/s320/love+notes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201372115503049074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His love notes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC79BIkuaZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yV1vDTi07E0/s1600-h/i_miss_you_by_spiked_heartcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC79BIkuaZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yV1vDTi07E0/s320/i_miss_you_by_spiked_heartcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201372815582718354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC75GYkuaUI/AAAAAAAAANY/Oa01EZtJ41w/s1600-h/thireallyreallymissyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC75GYkuaUI/AAAAAAAAANY/Oa01EZtJ41w/s200/thireallyreallymissyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201368507730520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC7w24kuaRI/AAAAAAAAANE/9uFrdEbhMWM/s1600-h/Jason+Miss+Chriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC7w24kuaRI/AAAAAAAAANE/9uFrdEbhMWM/s200/Jason+Miss+Chriz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201359445349525778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC743IkuaSI/AAAAAAAAANM/kug1ABkGdhA/s1600-h/i-miss-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC743IkuaSI/AAAAAAAAANM/kug1ABkGdhA/s200/i-miss-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201368245737515298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her reply~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC78kokuaYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Q6l3ENT5vrI/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC78kokuaYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Q6l3ENT5vrI/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201372325956446594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want clever conversation  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I never want to work that hard  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want someone that I can talk to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you just the way you are.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to know that you will always be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The same old someone that I knew  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;What will it take till you believe in me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The way that I believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8821906080272475188?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8821906080272475188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8821906080272475188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8821906080272475188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8821906080272475188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-said-she-said.html' title='love notes'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/SC78YYkuaXI/AAAAAAAAANw/G7AaDEpcu74/s72-c/love+notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-985966842744029997</id><published>2008-05-07T23:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:15:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless in Frankfurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my third time in Frankfurt. The weather's beautiful, only thing missing is you by my side. I went for a quick visit to my "temples" - Prada, Gucci, Chanel, and of course, my good ol' friend Louis. But I didn't make any "donations" today! I've been a good girl. Bought a small Longchamp though, the lilac colour is gonna be phased out soon so I figured I shouldn't think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into Tiffany's and saw the Notes ring. It's really pretty. 150 euros. And they have it in my size. The sales person kept tempting me by saying they only have one of each size available. BUT I didn't. *pat myself on my back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving money because I gotta buy not one, but TWO big pressies for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. All because I lost at a lousy game of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai dee&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, that would make it a grand total of three, if you include the one in Beijing. So poor me gotta scrimp on myself and splurge on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; someone this trip. *hmf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going New York very early tomorrow. It's almost midnight back home now but only 5.40pm here. My body is confused whether it's sleepy or not. Haha. I can't wait to check outta here though. They gave me a bigass suite-like room, complete with 2 bathrooms, a dining table, book shelf, cd player and a kickass plasma TV! The catch is, the room's so freakin' big it's freakin' me out a little. And last night the bathroom lights just went out on their own, and came on again on their own. Hopefully tonight will be uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wish you were here. God, I miss you so much. I don't know if it's the long distance thing, if it's 'cos you only miss what you can't get enough of? Or could this possibly be the crazy-ridiculous-can't-live-without-each-other kinda thing we were dreaming about back then in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no clue. You make me clueless. Hate u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-985966842744029997?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/985966842744029997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=985966842744029997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/985966842744029997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/985966842744029997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/05/frankfurt.html' title='Clueless in Frankfurt'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1079512956485236857</id><published>2008-05-06T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:27:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>咳~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我为什么那么爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;爱到什么都说可以&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;发誓绝不做的事情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;现在做的不想放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;爱情到底让人脆弱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;还是让人坚定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1079512956485236857?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1079512956485236857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1079512956485236857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1079512956485236857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1079512956485236857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='咳~'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-73191838302440373</id><published>2008-04-22T20:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:15:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sadness. 2 days off and he's far away in Auckland. The only thing that can cheer me up now is ...online "window" shopping! Haha. It's the best. Free of charge and in the comfort of my own home. How therapeutic~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it's time to get myself some new bling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.47collections.com/prodimages/bzero1wg-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://www.47collections.com/prodimages/bzero1wg-L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resources.shopstyle.com/pim/b0/c8/b0c84a19c32a38e17d86fcf260699f51_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 87px;" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/pim/b0/c8/b0c84a19c32a38e17d86fcf260699f51_medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=59408"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;tid=59408" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeny-meeny-mineey-mo... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted to get myself my 2nd diamond ring. I'm l♥ving the Baguette Cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gilletts.cachefly.net/images/imagesa/f13020a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 114px;" src="http://gilletts.cachefly.net/images/imagesa/f13020a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heritagejewellery.co.uk/antique%20Rings/Precious%20stones%206/antique%20art%20deco%20baguette%20diamond%20solitaire%20ring%20%284254%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.heritagejewellery.co.uk/antique%20Rings/Precious%20stones%206/antique%20art%20deco%20baguette%20diamond%20solitaire%20ring%20%284254%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So clean cut and classic. I like that it's not as common as the Princess or Brilliant Cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can the bagaholic in me not look at the gorgeous new bags this season? Behold, the new limited edition Prada Fairy Bags. 2 words - I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/prada-fairy-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.purseblog.com/images/prada-fairy-bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/prada-fairy-bag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.purseblog.com/images/prada-fairy-bag3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/prada-fairies-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.purseblog.com/images/prada-fairies-bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I read that the ink bleeds when in contact with water. That's not good. As if that matters to me. By the time I can afford it it's probably out of stock anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much, much happier note, I received your heart in the mail today. I'm glad you didn't leave it in San Francisco. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else for us to look forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd - 4th May. Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one in six thousand. Of all people. You and I. Collide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我忘记了当时有没有被祝福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;许多事情都已经模糊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;如果爱你真的是我一时的糊涂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我宁愿这辈子都糊涂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;你把当时的细节记得很清楚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我们都有同样的感触&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;没人知道我们能走到什么地步&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;幸福还是一个未知数&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我不在乎 你也许是一个游牧民族&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;还不知道会在哪里停住&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我不害怕世界比想像中孤独&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我不在乎 就算梦想可能会被耽误&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;至少我的心一直有温度&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我知道我就住在你灵魂深处&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我很清楚~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-73191838302440373?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/73191838302440373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=73191838302440373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/73191838302440373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/73191838302440373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want.html' title='Collide.'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8580898657461179070</id><published>2008-04-17T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:46:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>疯了</title><content type='html'>疯了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连脚趾头都在想你...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8580898657461179070?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8580898657461179070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8580898657461179070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8580898657461179070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8580898657461179070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='疯了'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3373348867638129235</id><published>2008-04-10T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:18:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that thing you do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know what it is that makes me love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I only know I never wanna let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cos you've started something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oh, can't you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That ever since we met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you've had a hold on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It happens to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It doesn't matter where you go or what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I wanna spend each moment of the day with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh, look what has happened with just one kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I never knew that I could be in love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's crazy but it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You stopped and smiled at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And asked me if I'd care to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I fell into your open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I didn't stand a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now listen, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just wanna be beside you everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As long as we're together, honey, I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cos you've started something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oh, can't you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That ever since we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; you've had a hold on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No matter what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I only wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No matter what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I only wanna be with you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3373348867638129235?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3373348867638129235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3373348867638129235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3373348867638129235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3373348867638129235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-thing-you-do.html' title='that thing you do...'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6890382552673284875</id><published>2008-04-01T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:15:16.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an april's fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I just can't help it. *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will try my best to keep it at 120% for as long as I can."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6890382552673284875?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6890382552673284875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6890382552673284875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6890382552673284875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6890382552673284875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-aprils-fool.html' title='i&apos;m an april&apos;s fool'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8311125764788663606</id><published>2008-03-29T14:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:23:16.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, thanks to all those who made it for my party. Thanks for the love, you guys. I know I can always count on you all to have a great time, and I must say I had The best time ever. Though you gave me a concoction so foul and so potent that I can't remember half of what happened haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big hugs to the jing jang girls for their ingenius stunt! I was already very touched by the pink balloons, pink cups, pink hearts and stars that you prepared for my pink party. But what happened in that bathroom is just outta this world. Yes, a buncha drunken girls in a tiny bathroom...I will not tell you what happened haha. Honestly, I cannot recall how it happened and what exactly happened. I only know it was a whirlwind of laughter, tears (mine, of course), and shock. But that, my dears, is a fantastic feeling. I can't wait to see the photos man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful gifts. When I say I don't need anything, I just want your presence, I really mean it. Just being there to gimme my birthday hug is good enough for me. But on top of that, you guys got me carefully picked out (i hope) pressies and I'm really grateful to be loved by you like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my dear laura, for surprising me with beautiful pink flowers. Thanks sweetie, I really really appreciate it. And also my oldest fren, kaiwen, for calling me all the way from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best present of all is you. Yes, you. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/S Yanyan just showed me videos of the "making of" process of my banner. Thankew xue er! I didn't know you worked so hard for it. I don't know what to say. I'm really, really blessed to have a friend like you, girl. I *heart* all my girlies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8311125764788663606?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8311125764788663606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8311125764788663606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8311125764788663606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8311125764788663606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-silly.html' title='happy silly'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3828651391867070829</id><published>2008-03-20T15:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:58:02.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he said, she said</title><content type='html'>她说，“你为什么什么都随便？”&lt;br /&gt;他说，“随便啊，只要你开心就好。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said, "I really hope you appreciate it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said, "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;她说，“你的手不会累啊？”&lt;br /&gt;他说，“不会，是值得的。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;他说，“真的太神奇了。”&lt;br /&gt;她说，“嗯。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said, "If you got things to do then it's really ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said, "I've got things to do, I need to call you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She said, "Why do I have to wait one more day than you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He said, "Cos, maybe I miss you more so I get to wait less."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3828651391867070829?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3828651391867070829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3828651391867070829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3828651391867070829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3828651391867070829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-said-she-said.html' title='he said, she said'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4511639422310309352</id><published>2008-03-15T05:36:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tourist-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my last night in Copenhagen. Can't wait to get back home. It's been raining almost non-stop here, I hope the sun's back in sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the town square and guess where we ended up at? The Museum Erotica. Haha. I didn't go to the one in Amsterdam so didn't mind checking it out. It was an eye opener man. Did you know that Charlie Chaplin liked to describe himself as a teapot - small body, huge spout? And he likes to deflower virgins and marry underage girls, girls as young as 12 yrs old. And the great Marilyn Monroe was raped at 9 by a foster father and she claimed that although she led a colourful life, she never truly loved. And the Playboy story is one of true genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6Hy4AqNI/AAAAAAAAALc/YAGEV8Q5SSs/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6Hy4AqNI/AAAAAAAAALc/YAGEV8Q5SSs/s200/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177725733438531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r7Si4AqQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hx0sEeHbi_Q/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r7Si4AqQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hx0sEeHbi_Q/s200/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177727017633753346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6mi4AqOI/AAAAAAAAALk/x4l9NFZKobM/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6mi4AqOI/AAAAAAAAALk/x4l9NFZKobM/s200/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177726261719509218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6-C4AqPI/AAAAAAAAALs/bG7RGngUDG8/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6-C4AqPI/AAAAAAAAALs/bG7RGngUDG8/s200/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177726665446435058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the entire day sight-seeing. Sore legs, burnt pocket (admission tix here is not cheap), one worthwhile trip. I might never ever come to Denmark again so I must see as much I possibly can in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop is of course, the famous little mermaid. We took the train and walked in the rain to seek her out. And despite what I heard, she didn't disappoint. She's beautiful in her understated way. The sorrow of a love that was never owned, embodied in her eternal yearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9rzaC4AqMI/AAAAAAAAALU/XE54r7GZHuY/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9rzaC4AqMI/AAAAAAAAALU/XE54r7GZHuY/s200/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177718350389749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9rwLS4AqKI/AAAAAAAAALE/BNSCcup8AXc/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9rwLS4AqKI/AAAAAAAAALE/BNSCcup8AXc/s200/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177714798451796130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we moved on to the Queen's palace. We arrived just in time to see the change of guards parade. Complete with marching band and furry hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r81y4AqRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uuQ-K_6cczE/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r81y4AqRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uuQ-K_6cczE/s200/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177728722735769874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r9Yi4AqSI/AAAAAAAAAME/LWvh-Mq-AGE/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r9Yi4AqSI/AAAAAAAAAME/LWvh-Mq-AGE/s200/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177729319736224034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the Rosenburg Castle, which was supposed to be the old King's castle. Sounds grand right? It was surprisingly small. The garden was much more impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r-HS4AqTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZGcDagDNKTQ/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r-HS4AqTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZGcDagDNKTQ/s200/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177730122895108402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r-wy4AqUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NuEC8JFGUD8/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r-wy4AqUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NuEC8JFGUD8/s200/DSC00085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177730835859679554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we headed back to the town square and went to the Ripley's Believe it or Not and Hans Christian Andersen Museum. Really interesting. Saw some reeeeally weird stuff. Like the model of the world's tallest man, a video of a man who can regurgitate an 8-ball and another man who can stick a dentist drill into his nose. Eeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9sBIC4AqXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bjFt6PBzlcA/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9sBIC4AqXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bjFt6PBzlcA/s200/DSC00090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177733434314893682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9sBaC4AqYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b9bmAG8bZ7w/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9sBaC4AqYI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b9bmAG8bZ7w/s200/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177733743552539010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r_tS4AqWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EEbg4wmE-oY/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r_tS4AqWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EEbg4wmE-oY/s200/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177731875241765218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alrighty, time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4511639422310309352?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4511639422310309352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4511639422310309352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4511639422310309352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4511639422310309352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/03/tourist-ing.html' title='tourist-ing'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R9r6Hy4AqNI/AAAAAAAAALc/YAGEV8Q5SSs/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-7248974736807586231</id><published>2008-03-14T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:20:14.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkcE6Vy-e6c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkcE6Vy-e6c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-7248974736807586231?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/7248974736807586231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=7248974736807586231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7248974736807586231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7248974736807586231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweetest-thing.html' title='the sweetest thing'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8438523552725768222</id><published>2008-03-12T14:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:57:56.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get Carried away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="235" width="190"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The countdown begins! Just watched the teaser trailer and it's so, so promising. I simply l♥ve l♥ve l♥ve this show. Is there anything else more fabulous than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big: "Shall we get you a diamond?"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "No, just get me a reeeally big closet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/widget/widget.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="440" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a different note altogether, the past week had been a blast. A whirl of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perpetual high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bad karaoke-ing, crazy footloose and even mini dramas. Not to mention 'Truth &amp;amp; Drink'. Best game ever. I think I haven't slept so little in a long time. But I'm not complaining. No, not at all. *smilez*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8438523552725768222?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8438523552725768222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8438523552725768222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8438523552725768222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8438523552725768222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/03/countdown.html' title='get Carried away'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3171065507465778236</id><published>2008-03-09T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:32:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Heard Beyonce singing this live on teevee. Such a nice song. And she sang it with such emotion, the whole stadium was captivated. If only one day I could sing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a train wreck in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm a bitch in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Every now and then without warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I can be really mean towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm a puzzle, yes indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Ever complex in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And all the pieces aren't even in the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And yet, you see the picture clear as day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You catch me when I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Accept me flaws and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I neglect you when I'm working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; When I need attention I tend to nag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm a host of imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And you see past all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'm a peasant by some standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; But in your eyes I'm a queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You see potential in all my flaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's exactly what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You catch me when I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Accept me flaws and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3171065507465778236?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3171065507465778236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3171065507465778236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3171065507465778236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3171065507465778236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/03/current-fav.html' title='If only'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1047865693515082617</id><published>2008-02-21T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:20:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love SATC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie: The longer I sat at that table, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the more alone I felt and it really hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am 35 and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miranda: You are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie: I know I have you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really, I hate myself a little for saying this, but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it felt really sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to have a man in my life who cares about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No special guy to wish me happy birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No goddamn soul mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't even know if i believe in soul mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charlotte: Don't laugh at me but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe we could be each other's soul mates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then we could let men be just these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;great, nice guys to have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; sounds like a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: As Big's car drove away, I realised, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;having 3 soul mates already nailed down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;made it a lot easier to spot these great, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nice guys to have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from an episode I just saw, think it'll become one of my favourite episodes. Carrie had the worst birthday party ever but it turned out to be one of her most enlightening moments. Talk about silver linings. Make me wish I had my soul mates nailed down too. Do I, girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to smile about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;"kc5iIVV &lt;/span&gt;"陶吉吉在大雨中洒脱放声，她在细雨里轻轻哼唱。 不一样的感觉。"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1047865693515082617?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1047865693515082617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1047865693515082617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1047865693515082617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1047865693515082617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-why-i-love-sntc.html' title='This is why I love SATC'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6237943258003671411</id><published>2008-02-12T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:25:36.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always a day away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Snow skiing was waaay cool. Will definitely show pictures soon. Gonna perm my hair tomorrow. Yes I know, I said I was gonna wait for Japan. But I can't wait. Anyway my LSS who's getting married soon is doing her hair here in Seoul too so I trust the bride-to-be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow. You're always a day away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6237943258003671411?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6237943258003671411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6237943258003671411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6237943258003671411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6237943258003671411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/02/always-day-away.html' title='always a day away'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4152439007511106288</id><published>2008-02-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:40:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm heading for Whistler Mountain in like 10mins time. Just had to pen down this memorable moment. Gonna try and snow ski. And maybe build my very first snowman. I feel cold already. Brrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4152439007511106288?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4152439007511106288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4152439007511106288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4152439007511106288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4152439007511106288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/02/road-trip-ahead.html' title='Road trip ahead'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6686717567108152414</id><published>2008-02-04T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:28:23.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone again, naturally.</title><content type='html'>爱你很好 真的很好&lt;br /&gt;你知道什么是我想要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;当被你拥抱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;我甚至想不出有什么是我所缺少&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早餐做好 衬衫烫好&lt;br /&gt;让我看来是你的骄傲&lt;br /&gt;你从不吵闹&lt;br /&gt;但是这安静的生活 使我想逃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想看远一些 想走远一点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;我不甘心就这样让一切停下来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;假装这是所谓的永远&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我是将风溶解在血中的女子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;也许我是天生习惯自私&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你用温柔和真挚&lt;br /&gt;面对我在爱里放肆的样子&lt;br /&gt;也许我是将风溶解在血中的女子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;也许我是天生崇拜追逐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你将疑虑装得若无其事&lt;br /&gt;请原谅我&lt;br /&gt;像风一样的女子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry 呀&lt;br /&gt;其实我一直都係度等你开口问我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;我哋之间嘅关系&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;到底算吾算係一种爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;抑或 只系一种生活嘅依赖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我好自私&lt;br /&gt;但係 我真係好想再出去睇多D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6686717567108152414?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6686717567108152414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6686717567108152414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6686717567108152414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6686717567108152414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/02/alone-again-naturally.html' title='alone again, naturally.'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4449911059870504206</id><published>2008-01-17T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:14.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eluxury.com/assets_server/product/11334575/p11334575_ph_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.eluxury.com/assets_server/product/11334575/p11334575_ph_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt-New York was great. You would have thought I'd be eating frankfurters all day, but instead I was eating pasta and spinach. I only had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; hotdog throughout my entire trip. This is the so-called famous mushroom sauce spinach that many of the crew are addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48URXMtOyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UxNC9NlblnQ/s1600-h/DSCF1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48URXMtOyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UxNC9NlblnQ/s200/DSCF1035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156362386880150306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't get the hype. It's nice but it just tastes, well, like spinach. The Mac's was cute, with cute red trays and odd sized cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48VO3MtOzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MLhsInU-uT8/s1600-h/DSCF1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48VO3MtOzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MLhsInU-uT8/s200/DSCF1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156363443442105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also tried another supposedly famous dish, crispy duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48VgHMtO0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/n8V5MFIIMjg/s1600-h/DSCF1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48VgHMtO0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/n8V5MFIIMjg/s200/DSCF1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156363739794848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it was more like soggy duck cos the walk back to the hotel was long and we forgot to tell the chef to separate the sauce. The vege, as you can see, is an overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Aunt Jasie in NYC and she showed me around the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48TIHMtOwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H9oMuNVzDlY/s1600-h/DSCF1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48TIHMtOwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H9oMuNVzDlY/s200/DSCF1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156361128454732546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5th avenue, Madison, Times Square, Broadway...I felt like I was in Sex and the City man. Walking along the streets and taking in the sights and sounds...coolness. The next time I'm there, I must make sure I book tickets to catch a Broadway musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a salon there and I got a free haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48TonMtOxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QXH8VMbMAr8/s1600-h/DSCF1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48TonMtOxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QXH8VMbMAr8/s200/DSCF1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156361686800481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was like x'mas all over again. Aunt Jasie gave me her old Bvlgari watch, an antique watch, a silver Coach coin purse and insisted on paying half of my Marc Jacobs oversized sunnies. I also bought a white Guess sling bag. Didn't buy any clothes though. The thought of taking off all the layers and putting them on again just puts me off trying anything on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of NYC is Asia, Aunt Jasie's yorkie. She's soooooooo super uber cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48M5HMtOrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I9DMijRy1tA/s1600-h/DSCF1049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48M5HMtOrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I9DMijRy1tA/s200/DSCF1049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156354273686928050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48OK3MtOsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TsTO6istP8I/s1600-h/DSCF1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48OK3MtOsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TsTO6istP8I/s200/DSCF1055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156355678141233858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48OkHMtOtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OEPZBnDNHs0/s1600-h/DSCF1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48OkHMtOtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OEPZBnDNHs0/s200/DSCF1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156356111932930770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48PMHMtOuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8Exvx4UMoIg/s1600-h/DSCF1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48PMHMtOuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8Exvx4UMoIg/s200/DSCF1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156356799127698146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48Po3MtOvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7s9Z462ATJs/s1600-h/DSCF1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48Po3MtOvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7s9Z462ATJs/s200/DSCF1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156357293048937202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she adorable? She's the tiniest, cutest yorkie ever. Oh I miss her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Frankfurt I also bought myself a new pair of silver Birkenstocks with bling (and not to mention the speedy). Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hat's&lt;/span&gt; enough shopping for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4449911059870504206?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4449911059870504206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4449911059870504206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4449911059870504206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4449911059870504206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/01/burnt-pocket.html' title='burnt pocket'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/R48URXMtOyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UxNC9NlblnQ/s72-c/DSCF1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-7619412114453847531</id><published>2008-01-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:15.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baghag i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 2008 everyone. I countdown in Bangkok. But it isn't as exciting as it sounds. Basically I touchdown at about 7pm on NYE, reached the hotel at about 8pm, bought thai silk shoe bags and pouches in diff shapes and sizes from Naraya and went for a 2hr thai massage which cost me only $17 at 11pm. Was half asleep during the strike of midnight, the most relaxing countdown ever man. It would have been much nicer if I didn't have to report for duty at like 5am. Spent the first day of 2008 with Mr Perfect straight after touchdown. Met up with the jing jang gang at night. That's like 36hrs straight without sleep, minus the snoozing during the massage. What a way to start the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite things to do when I really have nothing better to do is to browse thru my favourite brands online. And read about the history of the brand, the making of a classic, the stories of the designers, or simply just to dream about owning them all one day. After much clicking and careful consideration, I've come up with my wishlist for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/RzxMYTZt3RI/AAAAAAAAA40/7ISohIL5pmE/s400/ks_passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/RzxMYTZt3RI/AAAAAAAAA40/7ISohIL5pmE/s400/ks_passport.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kate Spade Jane Street Passport Ticket Holder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's champagne gold with hot pink inset, need me say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/marc-jacobs-quilted-little-stam-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.purseblog.com/images/marc-jacobs-quilted-little-stam-bag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marc Jacobs Quilted Little Stam Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; also known as “The Kid”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Kid features all of the original Stam’s characteristics, but in a smaller, more delectable size.  The top sports a gusseted frame with an oversized kiss lock closure, just like its big sister. As well as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the quilted metallic grained leather, golden brass hardware, and a removable chunky chain link shoulder strap. A cute purse that can bring you from day to evening without being unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/RsbYXN22jFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2BPIVwk4RJQ/s1600/mm_coffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/RsbYXN22jFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2BPIVwk4RJQ/s1600/mm_coffer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/miu-miu-coffer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.purseblog.com/images/miu-miu-coffer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Miu Miu Coffer Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lovely bag boasts a lovely braided leather strap, ruched base and lovely gold hardware. And did I mention its made in super soft Nappa leather? It also comes with a shoulder strap so you can sling it across the shoulder for a more casual look. Versatile. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/5/3/9/6/1/6/webimg/92554567_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/5/3/9/6/1/6/webimg/92554567_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGGON62lkE8/RZTx9ASkzdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zm2cVcm2nXE/s320/Loewe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGGON62lkE8/RZTx9ASkzdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zm2cVcm2nXE/s320/Loewe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Loewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the Loewe emblem, four intertwined L's engraved in fire. Their designs are simple, classic and functional. This Spanish luxury house hailed as Madrid's answer to Chanel is a must-have. I'm loving the Amazona, Nappa Aire and the Loewe line. Eeeny-mineey-wieeny-mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/keira-knightley-chanel-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.purseblog.com/images/keira-knightley-chanel-ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, speaking of which, the one and only Mademoiselle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coco Chanel&lt;/span&gt;. I don't need to post the classic 2.55 cos it's already such a classic it needs no introduction. So instead I'll post this gorgeous poster of the beautiful Keira Knightley. Don't think the TVC can outshine Nicole Kidman's Chanel N5 ad at all cos Baz Luhrmann is just too good, but this poster sure proves Knightley worthy as the face of Chanel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purseblog.com/images/keira-knightley-chanel-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll close this post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with an interesting article I read. 10 leading designers have lent their trademark looks and created these cute little thingies called Be@rbricks for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hong Kong Blood Cancer Foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in the name of charity. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Love is Big, Love is Be@rbrick" campaign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; includes brands like Chanel, Coach, Hermès, Hogan, Missoni, Moschino, Paul Smith and Tod's. No prizes for guessing which Be@rbrick is my fav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/Rt04Nt22jvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s3Y2b9KB70E/s400/chanel_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/Rt04Nt22jvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s3Y2b9KB70E/s400/chanel_1000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-7619412114453847531?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/7619412114453847531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=7619412114453847531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7619412114453847531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/7619412114453847531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2008/01/baghag-i-am.html' title='Baghag i am'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qq4DAZat24k/RzxMYTZt3RI/AAAAAAAAA40/7ISohIL5pmE/s72-c/ks_passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-2334321284020349403</id><published>2007-12-24T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:49:14.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Abu Dhabi now, this place isn't all that bad really. Gigantic houses, tall buildings, very cosmopolitan. Except that the men here give you the weird looks haha. I'm lucky the crew is super nice and we're going out for lunch later (it's only 10.30am here btw) and tonight the hotel has a special X'mas dinner arranged for us. But nothing beats spending X'mas back home. So I just gotta stroke my gorgeous new Agnes B. wallet (Mr Perfect and I exchanged gifts early) and count down to fri. *emo moment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a happier note, my new roster's out and I'm pretty psyched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14-16 &lt;em&gt;Off (dinner at Ruth's on the 15th)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;17-19 &lt;em&gt;Melb (dunno if laura's back there by then)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;21-22 &lt;em&gt;Seoul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;24-30 &lt;em&gt;Dubai-Istanbul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 &lt;em&gt;KL turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5-6 &lt;em&gt;Hkg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8-14 &lt;em&gt;Seoul-Vancouver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I'll be around for CNY which is on 7th Feb, and on the 14th I'll be touching down in the afternoon. Kinda makes up for missing X'mas and New Year. Now I just gotta keep my toes and fingers crossed for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Merry X'mas to all close to my heart. I'll see you all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2334321284020349403?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2334321284020349403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2334321284020349403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2334321284020349403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2334321284020349403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas-eve.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas eve'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5195871791540782851</id><published>2007-12-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:37:18.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Packing to go off to Abu Dhabi. But I've got 2 big consolations - meeting Ah Keong for dinner on my last night there and our much awaited x'mas-cum-new-year-potluck-party on Sat. It's gonna be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I've got a bottle of Malibu and Bailey's. And I'll get a champagne on my way back so we can 'pop' to our beautiful lives! So I've pretty much covered the drinks, will ask Mr Perfect to grab some pineapple juice and milk. Sorry, no soft drinks will be served, haha. But we've got chilled tap water if you don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked the Jing Jang Gang to be in charge of the turkey and ham. Suggested Laura and Kev to get some sushi or fried rice (and Nic). Protein and carbs, checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone pls donate some plastic cups and paper plates? As well as ideas for after-dinner entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the lodown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blk 163, Yung Ping Road, #13-84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th Dec 07, 6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only the awesomest people in town &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text me if you need to confirm anything, don't call me unless you're willing to pay for my roaming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to gather under the x'mas tree with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5195871791540782851?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5195871791540782851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5195871791540782851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5195871791540782851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5195871791540782851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho~'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8693460722172463936</id><published>2007-12-19T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:31:30.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies and screams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love love love my new skin! Ain't it cute? I've always loved Cookie more than Elmo, cos he's the imperfect one who's doomed to be called a monster just cos he's got an innocent cookie addiction. Better than people who try so hard to show they're perfect or think they actually are (no offence, Elm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am activated for my first Standby, going to be in Perth tmr. That will almost complete my collection of aussie flts. Still no luck for Brisbane. I wanna meet my dear Kaiwen there! I miss that girl. Wonder how she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some other ppl I've been missing. Hamster Ali and Best Trainee Ah Zhong came all the way down to the airport to meet me after my flt yesterday. We had a good chat as we explored the new Terminal 3. It's so big and nice ok. I tell you, Singapore is soooo determined to build the best airport that they're going aaaall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally going to give my poor overworked hair a treat at the salon later. It's gonna be oh-so-good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8693460722172463936?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8693460722172463936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8693460722172463936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8693460722172463936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8693460722172463936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/cookies-and-screams.html' title='cookies and screams'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5634056907506732616</id><published>2007-12-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:52:51.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna eat taiwan porridge and oh-ah-mee-suah at this yummy looking place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hungrygowhere.com/new_taiwan_porridge_restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that I wanna go chill out and sip yummy martinis on comfy daybeds at this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.martinifirm.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-5634056907506732616?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5634056907506732616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5634056907506732616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5634056907506732616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5634056907506732616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/yum-yum.html' title='yum yum'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-8605896785972514772</id><published>2007-12-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:17:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hamsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello from Hamsterdam! It's so freezingly cold here, plus its raining. Hopefully we can still go see the infamous Red Light District later on. It's like 8am here and I'm gonna get a cuppa hot chocolate and go back to my room to try calling Mr Perfect. Miss him bad. Miss all of you. Miss home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-8605896785972514772?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/8605896785972514772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=8605896785972514772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8605896785972514772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/8605896785972514772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/hamsterdam.html' title='hamsterdam'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-3567133701511564243</id><published>2007-11-28T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:19:51.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tracking me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back from my 5 days leave in Hkg, down with a flu so it wasn't as fun as it should be. How fun can Hkg be if you can't taste the foods and having a leaky nose half the time? But Disneyland made up for it aLOT. Ocean Park was just a whirl of human congestion, long ques and steep slopes. The dolphins and sea lions were cute though. Didn't buy alot of stuff, didn't buy any clothes in fact, which, in itself is a downer. Overall it wasn't what a Hkg vacation should be, but spending time with Mr Perfect: priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first solo flight was okay. Met some slightly neurotic characters but their pathetic life is not worth a space in mine. So anyways, looking forward to seeing Hamsterdam (925 inside joke)! And get this, I'm doing Frankfurt-New York next month! Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone's benefit, here's a low down on my whereabouts for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2nd-3rd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th-9th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;925 gathering @ Kuishinbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th-14th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KL turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th-18th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jarkarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th-21st &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd-28th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abu Dhabi-Jeddah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st-1st &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3rd-4th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bombay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th-13th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frankfurt-New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th-16th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days in between would be my off days, which means you can ask me out for high teas and manicures! *bimbo giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'll be spending X'mas in Abu Dhabi (it's somewhere in the Middle East, fyi) and New Year in Bangkok. But hey it's not that bad, I'll be making money instead of spending them on lavish dinners and getting drunk. And you guys better get me nice X'mas prezzies if you want anything from Abu Dhabi. Don't forget there's 12 days of X'mas so technically I can still celebrate X'mas on the 29th AND eve of New Year's Eve on the 30th! We can have lavish dinners and get drunk! Yippee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-3567133701511564243?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/3567133701511564243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=3567133701511564243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3567133701511564243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/3567133701511564243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/11/tracking-me.html' title='tracking me'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-2202466750572534434</id><published>2007-11-13T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a few hrs time, Batch 925 will be graduating. Super mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some drama today. Drama which made all of us heaved a big sigh of relief. "I'm so glad I'm in 925." Yes, I wouldn't wanna be in any other batch. I will miss you guys so, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RziFq-nKOlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8TF9vpB-YB4/s1600-h/Fuji+Z5+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RziFq-nKOlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8TF9vpB-YB4/s200/Fuji+Z5+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131998748796926546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, really need to get my beauty sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-2202466750572534434?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/2202466750572534434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=2202466750572534434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2202466750572534434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/2202466750572534434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-we-go-on-we-remember.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RziFq-nKOlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8TF9vpB-YB4/s72-c/Fuji+Z5+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-894251141437336630</id><published>2007-11-11T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:15:51.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  In the process of courtship, the approach that would make you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    feel irresistable is patience, never give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  The impression you would like to give to your lover is loyal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    faithful, never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.  You don't like it when your partner is insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.  The kind of relationship you would like to build with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    partner is that both of you can talk about everything and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    anything, no secret is kept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.  You care about the society and morality, you won't do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    wrong after marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.  You think of marriage as a precious thing.  Once you get married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    you'll treasure it and your partner very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.  At this moment, you think of love as a committment for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True? To a certain extent, yes. Try it yourself @ http://www.naucon.net/misc/tests/love_test01.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-894251141437336630?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/894251141437336630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=894251141437336630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/894251141437336630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/894251141437336630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-4117999222053576883</id><published>2007-11-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:52:46.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtra no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back from Shanghai, my final Supernumerary flight, or SNY as we call it. It simply means I was an extra crew put on the flight to observe and learn how things work. After next Tues, Batch 925 will officially say goodbye to good'ol STC and hello to our very first solo flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before that happens, congrats to 925's dear God's-gift-to-women Delwyn, the new daddy! His wifey took 4-5 hrs of labour to deliver their cute li'l bundle of joy, Isiah, the day daddy Delwyn was stuck in Seoul. But I'm sure he'll make up for it by showering both mummy and baby with loads of TLC. That's not the only friend of mine who just had a baby, I just found out that one of my Poly schoolmates is a proud mummy too. Oh my, am I in that age already? *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lotsa photos to upload, but the lazy bug strikes again. Yes, I've got time to change to an awesome new skin but no time to upload my beautiful pictures. Bite me. *Chomp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-4117999222053576883?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/4117999222053576883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=4117999222053576883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4117999222053576883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/4117999222053576883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/11/xtra-no-more.html' title='Xtra no more'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1497029826612323535</id><published>2007-11-01T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:25:38.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Stars do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pointless, really. "Do the stars gaze back?" Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Packing to go off to Seoul tonight. Just checked the temperature, it's about 10 degrees there now. Yay, my new Mango winter jacket can be put to good use! Before I go, I must tell you to watch Stardust! It's even better than I expected. So very very nice. My favourite part has gotta be Yvaine's monologue, which I am quoting at the end of this post so to avoid the major spoiler, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; read it before you see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If magic spells, scheming witches and gay captains are not your cup of tea, then you can check out Rendition. Great plot, great acting, and great twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of missing me, keep yourselves occupied by catching them ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan, is... I think I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just your heart, in exchange for mine." - Yvaine, Stardust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1497029826612323535?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1497029826612323535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1497029826612323535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1497029826612323535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1497029826612323535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/11/off-to-seoul.html' title='What do Stars do?'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1719995210130433586</id><published>2007-10-30T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:16.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celebrated HRH Pwincess Nana's grand birthday on Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qllH3K02gAs/RyRyrIioabI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Nk3hq0OFHjc/s400/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qllH3K02gAs/RyRyrIioabI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Nk3hq0OFHjc/s400/DSC01145.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her highness says no cash, no vouchers, and no cake this year . So we got her some mini clothes and heavenly cupcakes from Marmalade Pantry. Then it was off to Zouk's Halloween Night. Saw so many crazy costumes it was well worth the outrageous cover. Only let down was that it had to end prematurely :(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first ghoulies we met. The graduates of the University of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaClFtdxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XIyCY8QkWm4/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaClFtdxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XIyCY8QkWm4/s200/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126813857426011922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giant teddy bears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaW1FtdyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ub1hAPN2Ohs/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaW1FtdyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ub1hAPN2Ohs/s200/DSC01151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126814205318362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And guess who we caught running around with a magic mushroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaj1FtdzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/F44TXG_EvIM/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaj1FtdzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/F44TXG_EvIM/s200/DSC01152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126814428656662322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe he was running away from the S.W.A.T guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaxlFtd0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/MSfnDePULaM/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RyYaxlFtd0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/MSfnDePULaM/s200/DSC01154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126814664879863618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for now, more photos coming up after Mrs Ribena sends them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my first roster! My very first solo flight is to Melbourne. But Laura will be back in S'pore when I'm there. How great, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully the others are still there. Other places I'm looking forward to are Amsterdam and Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1719995210130433586?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1719995210130433586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1719995210130433586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1719995210130433586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1719995210130433586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qllH3K02gAs/RyRyrIioabI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Nk3hq0OFHjc/s72-c/DSC01145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6945045502584742369</id><published>2007-10-27T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:06:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panda-eyed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know about you but I've always found pandas so darn cute. No, I'm not finding cute excuses for my dark circles. Anyways, they probably eat bamboo shoots and sleep all day but yet they've got these ridiculous panda eyes ironically associated with losing sleep. Haha...ok, not funny. But check out these funny videos about pandas that I chanced upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="305" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNssiBHvvys&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNssiBHvvys&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="305" width="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6945045502584742369?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6945045502584742369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6945045502584742369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6945045502584742369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6945045502584742369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/10/pandas-sneeze-too.html' title='panda-eyed me'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-5775943931458004213</id><published>2007-10-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally! Peektures~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one photo of my HKG trip in my phone, can you figure out what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn_GwyJvJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wRm3YGeVDYw/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn_GwyJvJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wRm3YGeVDYw/s200/jing+jang+gang+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123406542750203026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yes they're thongs, and very cute ones indeed. Wawa and I were deliberating whether or not to get them as souvenirs for our batchies. TOo bad they weren't exactly cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was freaking cold, as in it was really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; chilly. But luckily, we still made the most of our precious one day there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. We touched down at 5.55am (yes, AM) and checked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; into the spl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;endid Hilton Hotel to grab 3 hrs of beauty sleep before heading out to lunch at a local food court. There were so much to gawk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at even in the food court itself. Yes, call us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua ku&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn8DQyJvDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YBfwu4CX0fg/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn8DQyJvDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YBfwu4CX0fg/s200/jing+jang+gang+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123403184085777458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn8SAyJvEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X05TM7kIcEU/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn8SAyJvEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/X05TM7kIcEU/s200/jing+jang+gang+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123403437488847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn70AyJvCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FpCXSxsmZ-g/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn70AyJvCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FpCXSxsmZ-g/s200/jing+jang+gang+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123402922092772386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the drool-worthy yummies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn70AyJvCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FpCXSxsmZ-g/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+016.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn7mgyJvBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/E1ICgCAJi_U/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn7mgyJvBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/E1ICgCAJi_U/s200/jing+jang+gang+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123402690164538386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cuppa hot chocolate to keep us warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn6YgyJu-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/9joUQhIgOfQ/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn6YgyJu-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/9joUQhIgOfQ/s200/jing+jang+gang+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123401350134741986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn63QyJu_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/r_-q09i1EZQ/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn63QyJu_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/r_-q09i1EZQ/s200/jing+jang+gang+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123401878415719410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney Opera House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn9QwyJvHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aGJ__wxzfkU/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn9QwyJvHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/aGJ__wxzfkU/s200/jing+jang+gang+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123404515525639282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn88wyJvGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/82pDTfTrS9A/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn88wyJvGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/82pDTfTrS9A/s200/jing+jang+gang+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123404171928255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see it here, but the tree on the left is actually a really pretty shade of purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn8cwyJvFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_WBsZTqvl9o/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn8cwyJvFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_WBsZTqvl9o/s200/jing+jang+gang+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123403622172441682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Harbour, I love that name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn9zQyJvII/AAAAAAAAAIc/UlxbyvDwApw/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn9zQyJvII/AAAAAAAAAIc/UlxbyvDwApw/s200/jing+jang+gang+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123405108231126146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev and the girls took me to "Pancakes on the Rocks" to have the best pancakes ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn7NwyJvAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ilab3XaqlpY/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn7NwyJvAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ilab3XaqlpY/s200/jing+jang+gang+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123402264962776066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comfiest hotel bed I've slept on. But the alarm rang at 4am. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After touching down in home sweet home, had to whisk off to Fang Lao Shi's concert at The Esplanade. I'm impressed at myself for staying awake even though I'd been up for more than 18hrs. It was overall a show well done, except for a few (too many) technical glitches (esplanade should do something about that sound guy). Her Royal Highness Pwincess Nana, henceforth known as HRHP Nana, looked gorgeously chic in her new bob. It totally rocks, girl! And I always wanted to hear her sing A*mei's "&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;如果你也聽說&lt;/span&gt;" which I finally did. Here's her looking like a rockstar and we, her groupies who qued to take pictures with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTJVg2BY7ig/Rxm4xt8jsyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RjxAFmEPQqY/s320/AP+Concert+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTJVg2BY7ig/Rxm4xt8jsyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/RjxAFmEPQqY/s320/AP+Concert+044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xue, Ling and Aleste threw Sheen a birthday bbq at ECP yesterday. Happy Birthday, dearie! The jing jang girls were reunited again. Such love. Aleste bought these really lovely mini cupcakes instead of the conventional birthday cake. Great effort, man. Spoil market for the boyfriend himself haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxoc7wyJvMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W2AVIUZk56s/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxoc7wyJvMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W2AVIUZk56s/s200/jing+jang+gang+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123439339120475330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxog2gyJvNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TiM--HQtAjM/s1600-h/jing+jang+gang+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxog2gyJvNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TiM--HQtAjM/s200/jing+jang+gang+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123443646972673234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Perfect got me a new camera to feed the starving camwhore in me. Thank you so much, dear, I really love it, and I can't wait to start! Say hi to my new Fujifilm Finepix Z5 in pweety pink. Yes I know, it's disgusting, isn't it? My newfound fetish for pink gadgets. But do I care? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RxoXMQyJvLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QaTZolQFpw0/s1600-h/994442_fuji_z5_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/RxoXMQyJvLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QaTZolQFpw0/s200/994442_fuji_z5_pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123433025518550194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say pinkies!&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/11187938-5775943931458004213?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/5775943931458004213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=5775943931458004213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5775943931458004213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/5775943931458004213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/10/down-under.html' title='Goin&apos; down under'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4i9NWHOyT6A/Rxn_GwyJvJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wRm3YGeVDYw/s72-c/jing+jang+gang+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1263749016136659789</id><published>2007-10-16T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:14:26.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and off again~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm back and ready to set off for Sydney! Gonna be meeting Kev for dinner there tmr night. That man has already tempted me with his "big portions of ang moh food like ribs and steak? or belgian food and german beer?" Make my stomach rumble at 1am in the morning. Hopefully the girls can come too and we can have a nice catch up session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first flight was surprisingly breezy. The crew were generally nice. I guess all that talk about bitching and zapping is really overrated. There are bitchy people everywhere and you're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; suay to meet them all the time. But let's just keep our fingers crossed, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HongKong was good. It's pretty much like how we've seen on tv. The buildings are dark and unkept, the streets are cluttered, people chattering away in cantonese, and not to mention the polluted air haha. The stuff there were not that cheap, in fact the eateries were slightly more pricey. Too bad I couldn't really indulge in the famous food there cos I gotta accomodate my muslim buddy. But its ok, I'll be going there again with Mr Perfect and we can 买东西吃东西，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;买东西吃东西，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;买东西吃东西 to our hearts' content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to start uploading all my photos. *bleah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1263749016136659789?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1263749016136659789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1263749016136659789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1263749016136659789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1263749016136659789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-and-off-again.html' title='back and off again~'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-1065131941904335894</id><published>2007-10-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:08:12.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's weird seeing the ppl around you, people who used to share this ridiculous big dreams with you, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; realising that dream. And here you are, going in what seems like the complete opposite direction. It's weird. I wish them all the luck in the world and hope to see them reaching the peak of our wildest imaginations. So then at least I can tell people, "hey! that person up there is my friend!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not like I've totally given up on myself. That glimmer of spark is still there, as it always has been, and it will flame up with the slightest hint of fuel. But the question is &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a different note, I'll be heading to Seoul and Shanghai in Nov. Kimchi and XiaoLongBao here I come~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-1065131941904335894?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/1065131941904335894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=1065131941904335894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1065131941904335894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/1065131941904335894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/10/dream-little-dream.html' title='Dream a little dream'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-714752728042507630</id><published>2007-10-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:03:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, unfortunate souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was tryng to brainstorm with BubblySylz aka Mrs Ribena-berry what we can do this weekend and guess wad we came up with? NOTHING. Are we really that pathetic? Yes, we are. And to add on to that, I'm broke after buying my luggages. which fully explains the title of this post. So if anyone's got any brilliant suggestions that is both fun and economical, pls write in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No photos yet, too lazy to upload. Bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-714752728042507630?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/714752728042507630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=714752728042507630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/714752728042507630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/714752728042507630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/10/poor-unfortunate-souls.html' title='Poor, unfortunate souls'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11187938.post-6162474789970975062</id><published>2007-09-30T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:50:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready to jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slide jumping is fun. Tmr we're gonna do wet training, which means yours truly here gotta dive into the depths of the 3m pool once again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure it'll be good, 925 always makes it good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to support the flying angel/mosquito, Missy Alison, on her last day at the gorgeous Divine at Parkview Square. That place is simply breathtaking. The architecture is really a work of art, but too bad the lighting was way too dim to take any good pictures. You really gotta see it for yourself to believe it. Well I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; try to invite the whole world. Oh well, your loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11187938-6162474789970975062?l=blaklemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/feeds/6162474789970975062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11187938&amp;postID=6162474789970975062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6162474789970975062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11187938/posts/default/6162474789970975062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaklemonade.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-ready-to-jump.html' title='I&apos;m ready to jump!'/><author><name>cheiaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08637833098965322984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
