<?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-3768653392927742479</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:38:34.609+08:00</updated><category term='Vanity'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Tour'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='University'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='BGC'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pink Chronicles. . .</title><subtitle type='html'>A Drop of Ink With Thousand Thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7948012031699048869</id><published>2010-11-09T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:52:26.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Post-Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlP6gQUZZI/AAAAAAAAMns/CO857MlcmpY/s1600/IMG_0476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlP6gQUZZI/AAAAAAAAMns/CO857MlcmpY/s200/IMG_0476.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;One of my fav pix - he looks so adorable! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlP_qraZpI/AAAAAAAAMnw/74VFAJ75yH0/s1600/IMG_0501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlP_qraZpI/AAAAAAAAMnw/74VFAJ75yH0/s200/IMG_0501.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Us, at the cable-car, enjoying the cool air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlQFJWIgFI/AAAAAAAAMn0/jJrVCXNgBbY/s1600/IMG_0506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlQFJWIgFI/AAAAAAAAMn0/jJrVCXNgBbY/s200/IMG_0506.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Our room - used to be Room 13. Eerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlQakeykuI/AAAAAAAAMn8/1uPrSuMxbcY/s1600/IMG_0600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlQakeykuI/AAAAAAAAMn8/1uPrSuMxbcY/s200/IMG_0600.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Penguins at Underwater World. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlQk6zVITI/AAAAAAAAMoE/fjL75qh3Bm8/s1600/IMG_0687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlQk6zVITI/AAAAAAAAMoE/fjL75qh3Bm8/s200/IMG_0687.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me relaxing at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Time flies - it has been 2 days since I came back from Langkawi. Though I have much complaints about the accomodation and the food, I would still go back if I were to choose all over again. Yes, accomodation was bad. The resort, Green Village Resort, that we were in, was run-down. Both Fat Boy and I frowned when we saw isolated strands of hair on our pillows and the lack of free toiletries in the bathroom : ( Fortunately, there was a water heater and an air-conditioner, otherwise, we would have demanded to shift to another resort. By the way, did I tell you that we could not lock our bedroom door as the catch was damaged? We had difficulties sleeping on our first night : ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Food was not as fantastic as I thought. All along I had the impression that Langkawi was the Hawaii of Asia and that seafood was abundant, god knows it turned out to be otherwise. Seriously, I do not see much seafood around and it was not as happening as I thought out to be : ( On our first night, we had fine-dining Asia cuisine at the Lighthouse and seriously, I did not really enjoy the hot and spicy ikan bakar accompanied by rice and pickles. I thought Samy's Restaurant in Singapore would fare much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;On our second night, we had BBQ seafood at Mimi's Seafood (&lt;em&gt;What much can you expect just by the name?&lt;/em&gt;) We had BBQ stingray, deep-fried calamari, stir-fried kale in oyster sauce, onion omelette, butter prawns as well as tom-yam soup (&lt;em&gt;The seafood ingredients were not fresh&lt;/em&gt;) Guess Bangkok would be so much better : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;The only few good and fun things in Langkawi were the cable car ride, Underwater World and Sun Spa. *Sigh* Then again, no regrets. Anything is better than being stuck in the office right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-7948012031699048869?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7948012031699048869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7948012031699048869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/11/post-holiday.html' title='Post-Holiday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TNlP6gQUZZI/AAAAAAAAMns/CO857MlcmpY/s72-c/IMG_0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-8357797635239084219</id><published>2010-09-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:04:53.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>You'll Be Fine : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Adeline's younger sister, Berline (&lt;em&gt;or Berls as she's known affectionately as by us&lt;/em&gt;) met with a car accident yesterday. I was so worried when I heard the news; Adeline kept me posted with the latest updates - Berls hurt her face and had to undergo plastic surgery. Fortunately, there were no internal injuries (&lt;em&gt;God bless!&lt;/em&gt;) I took the liberty to inform Rightie about the accident (&lt;em&gt;I thought she should know as we all know one another&lt;/em&gt;) and we thought of visiting Berls, then again, it may not be convenient as she may not like us to be around at this point in time. Well, let's wait for Adeline's indication...in the meantime, let's pray everything is going to be alright (&lt;em&gt;It will definitely be alright&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;This incident reminds me of when Bro had to undergo a corrective eye surgery last April. The whole family took leave to run through the paperwork and of course, just to be there for him, knowing that we could not enter the operating theater (&lt;em&gt;We would dash in if we could, you know&lt;/em&gt;) Though it was considered a minor surgery, everybody could not help but worry about the slightest things, like, would he be in pain (&lt;em&gt;Obviously no, as he would be under General Anesthetic&lt;/em&gt;), would the doctor screw up (&lt;em&gt;Oh please, the doctor had performed on thousands of eyeballs before his&lt;/em&gt;) and &amp;nbsp;so on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;We made sure we were the first people he saw when he opened his eyes and the first thing that came out from our mouth was "Are you ok?" before leaving him alone to rest for 2 hours before w brought him home. I am not sure if he ever remembers this scenario, but it is etched deeply in my memory (&lt;em&gt;Blame me for having a memory of an elephant&lt;/em&gt;) I was quite touched though the recipient was not me. Yes, this is family love. A love that is completely different from that between a man and a woman. It's hard to describe; if I were to, I would say, "Blood is thicker than water".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Yes, Bro did say that the aftermath of the surgery was painful. I strongly believe that it would even be more painful if we were not around. He should be glad that his family members were around him in his moment of darkness : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Back to Berls - if this is an ordeal that Fate challenged her to, she should not worry that she would be fighting the battle alone. Her family is with her always and not forgetting us, her friends. Like what Adeline commented on her Facebook, "You'll be fine", yes, you will definitely be ok. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-8357797635239084219?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8357797635239084219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8357797635239084219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/09/youll-be-fine.html' title='You&apos;ll Be Fine : )'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4063926833709915581</id><published>2010-09-26T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:11:13.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I must say upkeeping a blog is tedious work. It is fun and there is loads to write when you have lotsa time in your hands and when your other half is not around 24/7. I must say I miss sharing my thoughts though I would say my life is not as happening and colourful as before. I must also admit that I am lazy (&lt;em&gt;Slap me, punch me, bite me!&lt;/em&gt;) Nevertheless, will try my best to update the nuggets of my life here...I know you girls are reading my blog, you are the pushing factor! Yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I am leading a busy (&lt;em&gt;near hectic&lt;/em&gt;) life now - Achieving sales targets, training new people and ensuring they stay afloat is hard work. I do not mind making sure they stay afloat, but what pisses me is when they question if what I've asked them to do work. I felt like slapping them and screamed "What the hell, you must know you are a damn newbie. Just follow! I have no time to explain to you!" They must understand whatever taste, smell, look bad is good for your health (&lt;em&gt;in this case, work&lt;/em&gt;). Hahaha...Whatever it is, I have to bite the bullet regardless how bad I portray; this is to ensure everybody succeeds. Managing people has never been my forte and I must honestly say I do not like it. I prefer to be a lone farmer and enjoy the sweet fruits of my own harvest. *Sigh* What the heck. Enough about work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Met up with Sworn Sista and her hubby the previous Thursday for her birthday dinner at Sushi Tei in Vivocity. Though both Fat Boy and I were happy to meet up with them, we were bored to tears by their constant rattling of the daily life of their little prince and how guilty they were to leave him with her mother while they were enjoying outside : ( Gee, get a life! having a kid doesn't mean you have to cage yourself at home, lose your identity and not all friends enjoy listening to the nitty gritty details of how your kid coos during bathtime and so on : S Fortunately, the ordeal lasted for an hour and we moved on to other topics, which we were able to participate. Will I behave like that in the near future? I hope not!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I would say it would be more relaxing to surround oneself with friends who have no kids yet. At the very least, the topics revolve around guys (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I must have eye-candy at times and hey, I still have my market value!&lt;/em&gt;), shopping, work and juicy gossips! I never had enough of the outing with Rightie and Adeline the previous Saturday night despite the pathetic couple of hours at Marmalade Pantry and Muddy Murphy's. I look forward to such girls' night-out again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;While working on this entry, I am listening to Jazzamor, a German duo whose music elements consist of lounge music, bossa nova and jazz. Great!! I love such music and I am a sucker for cafes / restaurants that play such music. Fly me to the moon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4063926833709915581?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4063926833709915581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4063926833709915581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/09/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7736691839691575639</id><published>2010-08-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:13:35.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Did I tell you that I went for a 2D 1N Batam trip with Rightie, Adeline and the rest? Batam is really a place for a short getaway. Seafood, booze, A&amp;amp;W and massage is cheap and good. However, I may not want to go back again, if given a choice, because of some bad experiences : ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Our personal driver who was supposed to pick us up at Batam Centre at 3pm, was late by over an hour and we did not know that the distance to our hotel, Holiday Inn, would be 30 minutes from town. By the time we reached the hotel, we were more tired than ever : ( In order not to waste more time, we met at the lobby and headed to Nagoya Hill Shopping Centre - an old shopping centre, that resembles the shopping centres at Chinatown. Nothing much to shop, nothing much to buy ; ( While the rest went to stroll around the mall, Rightie, Dickie Boi, Fat Boy and I went to A&amp;amp;W (&lt;em&gt;yes, again!)&lt;/em&gt; to rest our sore calves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Dinner was all about seafood and I must say it was not bad - we had crabs in chili and black pepper sauce, hotplate tofu, steamed fish, butter squid, stir-fried kale and sambal kangkong. Bintang beer was cheap and we gulped a couple of bottles while enjoying &lt;em&gt;ge-tai&lt;/em&gt; : )&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;We went back to our hotel, washed up before gathering to enjoy snacks and Heineken beer&amp;nbsp;which we bought at the local hypermart (&lt;em&gt;A can of Heineken beer costs S$1.80 - We bought 14 cans&lt;/em&gt;) Played some drinking games till the wee hours. I believed everybody was gone even before their heads touched the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Breakfast was good and hearty at the hotel cafe. As usual, I had my sunny side-up, sausages and bread and yes, I had some fried bee hoon (&lt;em&gt;it was good!)&lt;/em&gt; too. After breakfast, we went for a good backrub at Isabella Massage near Nagoya Shopping Centre. I had a 2 hour aromatherapy session for 30 bucks! Awwww....had a quick lunch at one of the many eateries at the top floor of Nagoya Shopping Centre and regret ordering fried chicken in strawberry sauce with rice. I thought it would be delicious, from what I saw in the menu, damn, it turned out to be inedible : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;We rushed back to the hotel to collect our barang barang before heading to the ferry terminal (&lt;em&gt;Yes, everything was in time : )&lt;/em&gt; ) The journey back home was nice and soothing as we sat at the top level of the ferry. I enjoyed the salty breeze so much that I dozed off...well, just nice for a good hot steamboat dinner when we reached home. Daddy and Mummy had prepared lotsa prawns, crabs and cuttlefish (&lt;em&gt;yes, seafood again&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/3768653392927742479-7736691839691575639?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7736691839691575639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7736691839691575639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/08/batam-trip.html' title='Batam Trip'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3814426422758320594</id><published>2010-08-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:00:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Brother received his 1st paycheck last Tuesday and gave us a treat at Ichiban Sushi in Plaza Singapura. While waiting for him to end his guitar class at 8pm, I had a sudden urge to trim my hair. Had wanted to try Jeric Hair Salon, but my eyes popped when I saw the price list. 50 bucks for a haircut! : o I had my haircut at Chapter 2 instead and yes, I chose the S$28.80 package and was amazed that the receptionist who attended to me was the one who cut my hair. Though I was apprehensive, I decided to go ahead with it (&lt;em&gt;Hair will grow right? : P&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; I started to regret my decision when she didn't seem to take my requests into consideration. Uh oh...It was a grueling 30 minute session and boy, I must be damn fortunate not to walk out of the salon in tears : ) (&lt;em&gt;Actually, I am beginning to like it because it's kinda different from the normal same-length tresses - the other hairstylists advised me not to have layers as it would make my hair frizzy as I have natural hairwaves&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I have also done some light packing for tomorrow's Batam 1 day 2 night trip : ) It's good to have a short rest and relax getaway : ) Yay! Hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. Looking so forward to the seafood, massages and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;By the way, I saw this navy sailor top at one of the blogshops and it reminds me of one of the tops Mummy had. I bought it, because of sweet memories : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFwjNKE5IqI/AAAAAAAAMnY/usYF-fsNuVU/s1600/38579_140606909303893_100000637544250_241819_6949536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFwjNKE5IqI/AAAAAAAAMnY/usYF-fsNuVU/s320/38579_140606909303893_100000637544250_241819_6949536_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Yes, I bought it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3814426422758320594?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3814426422758320594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3814426422758320594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/08/snip.html' title='Snip!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFwjNKE5IqI/AAAAAAAAMnY/usYF-fsNuVU/s72-c/38579_140606909303893_100000637544250_241819_6949536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1440850492594632406</id><published>2010-08-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:20:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 5 Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Gee, I am so ashamed to say that I have neglected my blog for nearly half a year. I ought to be shot! : ( Well, it seems I have no time to sit down and pen my thoughts when Fat Boy is always around (&lt;em&gt;Tsk! It's not an excuse alright!&lt;/em&gt;) Oh yes, we have just spent our 1st year anniversary and I must say it was quite enjoyable - We had dinner at My Humble House. The place really brought back sweet memories : ) We recalled how worried we were due to the National Day Parade road closure, how much fun we had with the girls around, the exquisite food and the romantic atmosphere. I guess those guests who attended our wedding remember the restaurant's atmosphere more than the bride and bridegroom! (&lt;em&gt;Nah, doesn't matter...: &amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfeU6HF4HI/AAAAAAAAMm4/xfKtGHSEmIM/s1600/IMG_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfeU6HF4HI/AAAAAAAAMm4/xfKtGHSEmIM/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Happy couple &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfeq7GFo8I/AAAAAAAAMnA/ihPMAiBrbLQ/s1600/IMG_0104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfeq7GFo8I/AAAAAAAAMnA/ihPMAiBrbLQ/s320/IMG_0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;I love this - Ice Fantasy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;We went to KTV at Partworld in Vivocity after dinner and crooned 4 hours' worth of songs. Though our throats felt a tad sore at the end of the session, we felt happy! Yay! Went to bed at 4am with a clean face but dirty scalp because I was too lazy to wash my hair - God knows how long it would take for my hair to dry! The downside of having long hair? Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;By the way, I must announce that I am a proud Godmummy of the tiny son of Sworn Sista : ) I am very happy for her and I must say she is darn fortunate! She wanted a Tiger boy and she got it~! Heard that her hubby and her had tried hard for 3 months for this little bundle of joy : ) One of my close friends, who is also my secondary school mate, Ping, gave birth to a Tiger princess 3 days before my godson. Every now and then when I am on Facebook, I keep seeing happy news of who and who is pregnant or who and who is going to pop soon, like Veggie Gal, who is going to give birth to a princess end of this month : ) I enjoy reading her updates on how she dealt with the highs and lows of pregnancy and she looks amazingly beautiful though she keeps complaining she looks bloated (&lt;em&gt;Well, it's inevitable, girl...you cannot possibly look as stick-thin as a model right now...: (&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Like what I told Sworn Sista before she popped, it's best to enjoy being a queen for the whole of 9 months before being a slave to the baby. It's best to enslave your hubby first before anything else - make sure you get all your cravings satisfied, even if it means driving all the way to Geylang just to get that bowl of tau huay! Such actions is &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;compared to carrying his descendant for backbreaking 9 months and the possibility of growing horizontal, getting bald, having pigmentation issues and calcium deficiency. Sworn Sista insisted touring Taiwan when she was a month shy of popping and everybody was so worried because you'll never know when the unborn kid decides to get naughty and pops before the due date. Fortunately, she came back safely and even had an induction to get the baby out - He was a couple of weeks late : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfe_X-VgII/AAAAAAAAMnI/PQw9Lk5HQCM/s1600/DSC09404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfe_X-VgII/AAAAAAAAMnI/PQw9Lk5HQCM/s320/DSC09404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;My Godson - Chau Cheng Feng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFffP709wMI/AAAAAAAAMnQ/C2r4QUbFchI/s1600/DSC09424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFffP709wMI/AAAAAAAAMnQ/C2r4QUbFchI/s320/DSC09424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Mummy, Godmummy and Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1440850492594632406?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1440850492594632406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1440850492594632406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-5-months.html' title='After 5 Months...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/TFfeU6HF4HI/AAAAAAAAMm4/xfKtGHSEmIM/s72-c/IMG_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3439901159554455164</id><published>2010-03-29T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:42:27.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>What Goes Around Comes Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Karma" is a word that I keep seeing these few days especially after Jack Neo's extra-marital affairs. He came forward and apologised for his bad deeds and well, as usual, he never failed to preach just like what he usually did in his movies - "You reap what you sow". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;At one of our usual meetups, I heard from Sunshine Boy that one of my nemesis in my previous company quit recently. The reason she cited was that her father was ill. I can never forget how sneaky and arrogant she was when she declared herself teamlead and I was so frustrated by the way she treated me - She treated me like her subordinate when I had been there much longer than she was. By not being bossy gave her the idea that I was a pushover? Perhaps. I had never like the idea to control my team-mates though I was given unofficial authority. While the other teamleads saw their members as juniors, I saw my own as peers. That was the reason why we enjoyed working together and to this very day, we are still very good friends who never fail to giggle when we see one another : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Back to the nemesis; I had my exit interview with her and to the very last moment, she tried to defend herself, saying that she was just following the evil Boss's instructions. Who cares? I couldn't be bothered by what she said and I cut short stating that it was pointless to explain everything because I only believe in my own eyes and I was plain disappointed with the evil Boss. All that was left was unfortunately, Sunshine Boy and the vile politics of the teamleads and their members. I have taken the beautiful memories with me : ) What goes around comes around, do you not believe the nemesis' lack of ability to achieve sales figures, hence was surpassed by prettier and smarter newcomers which in a way forced her to leave? What were her emotions just before she left? Same as mine? At least I had beautiful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;I no longer hate her. I just wish her all the best (&lt;em&gt;Anyway, wishes are free eh?)&lt;/em&gt; I guess it was also a wake-up call that not all people are&amp;nbsp;kind and friendly&amp;nbsp;. There are also people like Jacintha, Joyce, Sophie and so on...I am just glad that I found Rightie, Amy, Adeline and Sunshine Boy : ) May the vile continue to rot in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3439901159554455164?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3439901159554455164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3439901159554455164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What Goes Around Comes Around'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-993637089818628337</id><published>2010-03-16T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:48:33.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Has been a tiring week, well, have been feeling lethargic most of the time. Lack of exercise? Maybe (&lt;em&gt;who cares?&lt;/em&gt;) All I want to do is to sleep! Sleep is life's greatest luxury ( ^ . ^ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;Last Saturday, Aunt Maddy, Fat Boy and I went to Sin Kee Chicken Rice to have lunch. It used to be situated at a hawker centre in Margaret Drive but has moved to somewhere nearby (&lt;em&gt;It has a shop unit of its own&lt;/em&gt;) Though the standard of the succulent chicken and fragrant rice remains, the customer service sucks. *Sigh* Some bosses neglect the importance of customer service eh? Don't they know that it's also an important factor to whether the customers will return or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;After a hearty and oily lunch, we proceeded to Wat Ananda Metyarama and Zhen Ren Gong Temple to offer incense before going home to rest : ) Instead of taking a nap, both Fat Boy and I watched "L for Love, L for Lies" - about a young girl who is being cheated by her&amp;nbsp;good friend and studious-looking boyfriend who runs a dessert shop. Furious, she engaged the services of a&amp;nbsp;handsome conman to cheat her good friend and during the process, they felt in love and blah blah blah...Quite an interesting show ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;Went to fetch Adeline from Queenstown MRT station and we headed to the love nest of Rightie and her boyfriend at Labelz. It was so nice of them to organize&amp;nbsp;a BBQ party for us, but unfortunately, it rained that evening and it happened that the 3 of us had activities, hence, we left after a beer or two and some chicken wings : ) We had dinner at Food Republic in Vivocity and we went separate ways after that - Adeline went to Daiso before heading home whereas Fat Boy and I went to the cinema to meet up with Jan Jan and the rest. Watched "Being Human" and I guess it was not as good as Jack Neo's previous works. The plot was similar to that of "One More Chance" which the main character dreamed / imagined the consequences and woke up just before he or she was to perform the deed. Anyway, I still look forward to more of Jack Neo's works despite his ugly affairs. Let's not bother about his personal life, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;As if it was not early to go home, we headed to a roti prata shop at Tanjong Pagar for supper and coffee (&lt;em&gt;Both Fat Boy and I resisted the temptation of fragrant curry and roti prata by continuously sipping our drinks and looking elsewhere while they were eating&lt;/em&gt;) We reached home at 2:30am ( - . - )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;As for Sunday morning, we woke up earlier than usual as we had to go to Johor Bahru - Fat Boy needed a haircut badly whereas I was desperate for a body massage : ) We got what we wanted and oh yes, Fat Boy bought many business shirts from Padini, whereas there was nothing for me to buy : ( We had Sushi King for dinner before we drove back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;I am so damn looking forward to Friday as I will be attending L'Oreal private sale at the Meridien and dinner with Jan Jan and the rest afterwards. Saturday is chill-out with Rightie, Adeline, Sunshine Boy and the rest at Timbre @ Old School in Mount Sophia ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-993637089818628337?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/993637089818628337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/993637089818628337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1235225406947457203</id><published>2010-03-06T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:01:53.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;It has been more than 2 months since I penned my thoughts and yes, the first thing I am going to say is...Fat Boy is sick : ( He has been down with a bad throat and slight fever since last Friday and we attributed it to the bad weather and thought nothing of it. However, a couple of hours back, his eyes started to get reddish and oozed pus (&lt;em&gt;Oh my god!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; We decided to go to the doctor's after dinner at Jack's Place with Gramps and Aunt Maddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;He was diagnosed with bacterial infection which caused conjunctivitis (&lt;em&gt;the oozing of pus from his eyes&lt;/em&gt;). A bottle of cough mixture, some anti-biotic tablets, flu pills and eye drops costs 40 bucks (&lt;em&gt;Medical health in Singapore is not cheap eh?&lt;/em&gt;) and we went home immediately after that. We were supposed to join the SPI guys to watch "Being Human"; fortunately, all tickets were fully booked. We will watch it next week ; ) (&lt;em&gt;It's all written in the book, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;) Oh, did I tell you that Fat Boy has the tendency to fall sick every single time he decides to exercise? Seems like he will not be able to shed the extra pounds ; ) At this point of time, I am responsible to remind him to take his medicine and to help him wit the eye drops : ) I am a nurse : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Anyway, it has been slightly a year since I am officially Mrs Ee...more than a year since I had my eyebrow embroidery touch-up (&lt;em&gt;I am going to fix them tomorrow afternoon&lt;/em&gt;)...coming to a year that my face was rotten with acne (&lt;em&gt;I cannot bear to remember the horrible period!&lt;/em&gt;) It has been an eventful 2009 and I hope 2010 will be happy and peaceful for me : ) Looking forward to Rightie's BBQ party next Saturday! So long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1235225406947457203?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1235225406947457203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1235225406947457203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6408924472249681914</id><published>2010-01-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:54:42.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's 2010 and gee, resolutions, resolutions and more resolutions eh? I hope to reach 48kg by the end of this year. Possible? (&lt;i&gt;A rabbit's diet should do the trick eh?)&lt;/i&gt; I hope to have thick and black hair that reaches my waist by rhe end of the year (&lt;i&gt;I am using Ba Wang Shampoo range right now!)&lt;/i&gt; I hope the hole tucked behind my upper molars doesn't get bigger else I have to get it extracted (&lt;i&gt;Does flossing at the end of every meal help?) &lt;/i&gt;What the heck, so many worries, so many things to do. I guess just let Nature take its course. If I have to be a fatty, balding and toothless auntie, be it! (&lt;i&gt;Nahhhh....just joking&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Anyway, it has been a week since I came back from Kuala Lumpur. Nothing much except:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 (24th December 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;After having claypot chicken rice at one of the coffeeshops at Clementi, we set off for Tuas Checkpoint while keeping our fingers real crossed that we would not be caught in a jam (&lt;i&gt;Luckily, traffic was smooth and we sped all the way to Kuala Lumpur&lt;/i&gt;) I thought I would snooze on the way, but I didn't. I was looking outside of the window and wondering what my friends would be doing at that point of time and of course, taking a few glances at Fat Boy who was snoring away : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 (25th December 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We reached Kuala Lumpur on Christmas and it was chaotic on the streets. Everybody was spraying toxic-looking foam at one another, including passing vehicles. I was so glad that I was in the vehicle then, else I would have to wave goodbye to my face and hair (&lt;i&gt;God knows what these toxins would do!)&lt;/i&gt; We stopped at an open-air coffee-shop in front of Hotel Casanova and had stir-fried bee tai mak with seafood and BBQ chicken wings before heading to Tune Hotel for a good night's sleep : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 (26th December 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Gathered at the lobby at 9am before having toast and tea for breakfast and checking out. Proceeded to Mid Valley Shopping Centre and was excited by Forever21 (&lt;em&gt;though I did not buy anything : (&lt;/em&gt; ) Had lunch of curry chicken and rice at the famous Madam Kwan's before proceeding to check into &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com.sg/maps/place?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;client=opera&amp;amp;rls=en&amp;amp;hs=b27&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=hotel+apartment+kuala+lumpur&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;gl=sg&amp;amp;hq=hotel+apartment&amp;amp;hnear=kuala+lumpur&amp;amp;cid=13036726050578719108"&gt;Sucasa Serviced Apartments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;- It feels more like a resort and I was surprised by how clean and nice the interior of our bedrooms : ) After a short, but good nap, we gathered at the lobby at 5pm before heading to Sungei Wang for more shopping and yes, I bought a leopard print jacket for RM99 at Forever21 this time round : D Had dinner at the usual coffee-shop in front of Hotel Casanova and we had stir-fried pig intestines (&lt;em&gt;Do not be alarmed, they taste good!&lt;/em&gt;), sambal kang kong, BBQ sting-ray, sambal chu-chu, stir-fried noodles with seafood and so on (&lt;em&gt;I cannot remember...&lt;/em&gt;) We also went to buy many packets of titbits and cans of Heineken for a night of games and booze, booze and more booze. We turned in at 2am X (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 (27th December 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We were supposed to meet up with one of the team-mate's cousins who reside in Kuala Lumpur; they wanted to introduce us the famous Segambut seafood noodles, but just our luck that our vehicle broke down - the engine simply refused to roar : ( Fortunately, it became alive (&lt;em&gt;for a while&lt;/em&gt;) after we managed to jump-start it and we wasted no time to drive it to the nearest Hyundai service centre. Just as we thought everything was fine after paying RM30, the vehicle emit smoke after we arrived to meet the cousins - It was really unfit for driving and some of the guys decided to engage in towing services whereas some of us, including Fat Boy and me, hopped into the cousins' car and we went for endless shopping at some unknown boutiques. It was really value-for-money and I got 2 dresses and a top for RM90! Wow wow wow! They also brought us to the famous nasi lemak eatery and it was indeed delicious! We doggy-packed a few packets for those who did not come with us and they agreed that it was yummy. After some washing-up, we headed to the haunted Twin Towers for ouija board experiment (&lt;em&gt;I was in-charge of recording the process, nothing else&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5 (28th December 2009)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Both Fat Boy and I woke up at 9am and after washing up and packing up, we went to have our buffet breakfast at the cafe. We gathered at the lobby with the rest of the guys and we headed to one of the Chinese restaurants in Malacca to have our banquet lunch! For RM480 for a table of 10, we enjoyed cold dish, a whole suckling pig, pomfret hotpot, butter prawns, broccoli with abalone and scallop, braised duck, pork ribs, vegetarian cabbage and yam dessert : ) We headed back to Singapore after a hearty lunch and guess who drove back to Singapore? Fat Boy : S Poor him, he must be so damn envious when he saw us snoozing away. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Looking forward to next Thursday's trip to Bangkok with Adeline, her mother, Claudia and Jackson : ) We must offer incense to the famous 4-faced Buddha and shop at Platinum Mall. It's a must~~ : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-6408924472249681914?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6408924472249681914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6408924472249681914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5599152778029223629</id><published>2009-12-18T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:49:48.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>1 Week To X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Another week has passed. By the way, I met up with Rightie, Amy and Adeline last Wednesday at Watami. Though the food was nothing fantastic, it was pocket-friendly and best of all, I enjoyed the company of the girls tremendously : ) Amy was feeling negative about her wedding in 24 January 2010 and we were trying to find out what caused to have such thoughts and of course, soothed her tired and grouchy soul : ) (&lt;em&gt;Talking helps, you know&lt;/em&gt;) I am so relieved that my ordeal is over and though I enjoyed the process tremendously, I seriously wished that we could do away with some of the unfortunate incidents that caused so much unhappiness in the family : S Anyway, really looking forward to attending Amy's wedding banquet at M Hotel (&lt;em&gt;She is known to have creative ideas, I want to see how creative she is this time round ; )&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Friday was steamboat dinner with Sworn Sista and her husband at Golden Mile Complex. Fat Boy ordered too much food - There were the raw steamboat platter, steamed chicken, satay as well as sweet &amp;amp; sour pork : ( We were struggling to finish the food and to be frank, excess food never makes one satisfied. We proceeded to Xin Wang HK Cafe for drinks before heading for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Last Saturday afternoon was having lunch at Sushi Tei in Holland Village with Gramps, Aunt Maddy and Bro. It had been a long time since Gramps stepped out of the house as she was afraid of being a hindrance - she couldn't walk very well and needed support; but after much encouragement, she relented : ) I was so happy to see her enjoying grilled Saba fish with rice&amp;nbsp;: ) We went home to wash up before attending the SPI BBQ at Labrador Park. Though Makan King had hung up his wok (&lt;em&gt;He used to do all the cooking while we did all the eating&lt;/em&gt;), we had great fun wolfing down chargrilled lamb chops, sausages, chicken fillets and salad as well as exchanging presents. Both Fat Boy and I got Givenchy face towels and a Cluedo set in return of our Disney mugs : P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sunday evening was dinner at a nearby coffeeshop with Daddy, Mummy and Bro. We had zi char - steamed prawns in herbal soup, sweet &amp;amp; sour pork, sambal kang kong, roasted chicken, beancurd topped with minced meat, prawn rolls and old cucumber soup with pork : D~ The bill came to about 75 bucks and we went home, feeling satisfied (&lt;em&gt;We will definitely go back again!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Yesterday, we brought Rex to the vet at Holland Village - It was his 3rd jab and well, everything&amp;nbsp;was fine except that he was a tad tubby : S (&lt;em&gt;That glutton! He needs to lose the excess fat around his tummy)&lt;/em&gt; We brought him home and a couple of hours later, he started to get lethargic (&lt;em&gt;The effects of the jab&lt;/em&gt;) We tucked him to bed and watched "Together" at MobTV : ) (&lt;em&gt;He's jumping around this morning!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Another week to X'mas and I am so excited because I am going to Kuala Lumpur on X'mas Eve! It will be a different X'mas this year! : D~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-5599152778029223629?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5599152778029223629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5599152778029223629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-week-to-xmas.html' title='1 Week To X&apos;mas'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-8375212252821588055</id><published>2009-12-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:00:29.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's another cold day : / It has been like that for the past weeks : ( Is 2012 coming? Hahaha...anyway, I am down with a stuffy nose (&lt;em&gt;Tough luck eh?&lt;/em&gt;) Instead of going to the doctor (&lt;em&gt;I am so damn sick of popping pills - I am popping one everyday for my acne&lt;/em&gt;), I have been downing pei pa koa, plain water and chinese tea : / Anyway, I am positive that it will not hinder my December plans - yes, my SPI BBQ and Kuala Lumpur trip! I will make sure I recover soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times;"&gt;Nothing much these weeks except watching Rex grow from a tiny raw pinky into a confident and active pooch that knows where to pee and poo and how to react when I am displeased or happy : ) He's going to have his last jab next week and he's able to step out of the house : ) Fat Boy is so anxious to have him as a jogging companion (&lt;em&gt;That fella's afraid of loneliness eh?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times;"&gt;Anyway, last Saturday, Fat Boy and I went to Johor Bahru. He had wanted to service his car, but by the time we reached customs, it was already late afternoon, hence he ditched all car-servicing plans. We had lunch at Zu Lin Eatery - we had sambal tapioca leaves, beggar chicken, hotplate oyster egg as well as stewed pork with yam. Though the food is nice, I feel that it's overloaded with MSG (&lt;em&gt;because I got thirsty after a while...&lt;/em&gt;) We proceeded to Tebrau Jusco Shoping Centre and guess what, I bought a pair of black Mango jeans for RM99, which is about 44 bucks! Wanted to buy flats, but none caught my eye at Summit. After we combed the shopping mall, we headed to City Square and we bought 2 Disney mugs for the present exchange event for the coming SPI BBQ. We had a quick dinner at Old Town Cafe before going back to Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times;"&gt;I made a visit to the dentist on Sunday as one of my molars was aching (&lt;em&gt;I guess it was rotting to the max&lt;/em&gt;) and true enough, after the scary scaling and polishing, the dentist removed my old filling with a drill because I told her&amp;nbsp;it ached and she discovered that&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;molar&amp;nbsp;had a&amp;nbsp;hole, that&amp;nbsp;explained the whole story : / On a happier note, we had 99-cents-per-plate sushi at Clementi Central and we went to Pet Lovers at Holland Village to purchase Avoderm kribbles for Rex before offering incense at Monkey God Temple&amp;nbsp;in Tiong Bahru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times;"&gt;Gee, my nose is getting stuffier than ever. Guess I am going to drink more water and pei pa koa..I have to be well, because I am meeting Rightie, Adeline and Amy for Watami later on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-8375212252821588055?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8375212252821588055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8375212252821588055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4390324769941517652</id><published>2009-11-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:59:21.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Month Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's about a month since I last updated my blog! Gee! I cannot believe I am so tied up with Rex : ) Good news, both Fat Boy and&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I have successfully trained him to sit, pee-and-poo as well as come&amp;nbsp;on command. It's so much cleaner to pee and poo in the bathroom than on the tray where bacteria resides. Though it looks easy to get the pooch get busy on command, the groundwork is tedious. I wonder how many manhours both Fat Boy and I took to train him and the amount of resistance we got from Gramps and Aunt Maddy, who did not agree to our style of training (&lt;em&gt;Remember how much they used to pamper Boyboy?)&lt;/em&gt; Rex is not allowed on the sofa, the bed and table. His mealtimes are fixed at 7:30am, 6:30pm as well as 12 midnight (&lt;em&gt;There is no such thing as feeding him just because he's ultra cute or super tiny&lt;/em&gt;) His butt would be smacked by rolled newspapers if he does anything wrong (&lt;em&gt;This is not cruelty, it's discipline&lt;/em&gt;) His toys are what dogs should play - cloth rope, soft toy Elmo (&lt;em&gt;without beads&lt;/em&gt;), milky shoe. Caps, carrots (&lt;em&gt;Yes! The hated veggie&lt;/em&gt;) and electrical wires are a no-no. Those who defies his lifestyle would incur my wrath and yes, I have explained to Gramps a millionth time that he's eating enough (&lt;em&gt;She's worried that he would be malnourished without knowing that miniature pinschers are supposed to look skinny&lt;/em&gt;) I guess to ensure that the pooch is used to the lifestyle that we want him to lead, it may require another month (&lt;em&gt;There was why both Fat Boy and I cancelled our Bangkok getaway scheduled on the 2nd week of December&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times;"&gt;By the way, it seems like everybody around starts to get pregnant. Dammit, when I was single and available, everybody started to get married. While I am enjoying my marriage with Fat Boy (&lt;em&gt;with a new pooch&lt;/em&gt;), everybody starts to get pregnant. What's next? Frankly speaking, I had no idea whether to laugh or cry when Sworn Sista told me that she was pregnant over a dinner gathering, though I was naturally happy for her. Perhaps it came as a shock to me. One thing for sure is, she's going to lose her identity the moment she pops. She will no longer be herself; she will be somebody's mummy and everything will revolve the kid until he or she turns into a mature adult (&lt;em&gt;Scary eh!)&lt;/em&gt; Being pregnant is fun because you have every reason (&lt;em&gt;or excuse&lt;/em&gt;) to eat whatever you want and control your hubby to do whatever makes you happy (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, the kid's the remote control&lt;/em&gt;) Anyway, I guess just let it come naturally eh? If it comes, it comes, if it doesn't (&lt;em&gt;for now&lt;/em&gt;), be it. However, if it doesn't come a couple of years later, I am going to squeeze till something pops out. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Times;"&gt;Anyway, I guess I need a short break. Trying hard to organize one with Adeline, Sunshine Boy, Claudia and her boyfriend. It's difficult because it seems like everybody has something on their mind, but shy to spell it out till the last minute : / *Sigh* Is it so difficult? What's the worst that happen - the most we cancel the trip so that we can proceed with individual plans, isn't that better? Sunshine Boy is holding back his plans with his army friends for us. I hope the trip will materialize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4390324769941517652?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4390324769941517652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4390324769941517652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-later.html' title='A Month Later...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4303840719949238722</id><published>2009-10-26T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:20:03.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Rex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;It has been a week since Rex joined the family : ) So far so good, he's eating and sleeping well and he has no problem blending into the family; well, perhaps only for Gramps (&lt;em&gt;She still misses Boyboy very much and she feels that she is betraying him by accepting the newcomer&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Have been spending lotsa time housebreaking Rex. Though troublesome and tedious, it's necessary because I do not want the latter to poo and pee around the place (&lt;em&gt;Yvonne's Cookie does that and she is living in regret now : P&lt;/em&gt; ) Both Fat Boy and I have been observing the pup's habits and we worked towards adjusting these habits, like he would poop within 15 minutes after his meal, so we would confine him to the bathroom and only after he does his act, we would praise and give him a piece of kribble as treat (&lt;em&gt;Smart eh?)&lt;/em&gt; Of course, there were times he would drive us mad by peeing and pooping at his favourite corners. Arghhh..guess it just takes lotsa patience to train a dog to be good &amp;gt; &amp;lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;By the way, my damn ankle has not fully recovered yet, even after 3 visits to Chien Chi Tow and every single session hurts like fuck and sometimes, I wish I could scream vulgarities at the therapist who has no qualms about using all her force on my swollen ankle : ( I am going for my treatment again tomorrow and seriously, I hate that feeling...Arghhhh...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Anyway, last Saturday, after my treatment at Chien Chi Tow, I met up with my university mates at Billy Bombers in Cathay for dinner (&lt;em&gt;The food was not fantastic&lt;/em&gt;) and coffee at TCC outside Plaza Singapura. It was great to know that one of them is going to get married (&lt;em&gt;Her boyfriend proposed to her last month&lt;/em&gt;) : ) Sunday was Rest &amp;amp; Relax day - both Fat Boy and I stayed at home with Rex until dinnertime. We walked to Anchorpoint Foodcourt to have seafood pasta. Simple, but nice weekend : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SuVpdjc2KuI/AAAAAAAAMmg/bVsNHd8V_sc/s1600-h/DSC07975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SuVpdjc2KuI/AAAAAAAAMmg/bVsNHd8V_sc/s320/DSC07975.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rex is cute eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4303840719949238722?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4303840719949238722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4303840719949238722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/10/rex.html' title='Rex'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SuVpdjc2KuI/AAAAAAAAMmg/bVsNHd8V_sc/s72-c/DSC07975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4545599605136587824</id><published>2009-10-19T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:39:35.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fat Boy and I will be collecting the new 2-month old puppy from the homebreeder tonight : ) Exciting eh? I wonder how Gramps and Aunt Maddy would react (&lt;em&gt;though I am very sure the latter will morph into an angry orang utan&lt;/em&gt;) Why I choose this particular pup from this particular homebreeder is the former is rather stable and calm, unlike his boisterous siblings (&lt;em&gt;I guess hyperactive pooches are not really suitable for me&lt;/em&gt;) and he doesn't struggle when you hold him (&lt;em&gt;This is important because if he struggles, it means that he is either withdrawn; not comfortable with strangers or he has been mistreated by his breeder before&lt;/em&gt;) As for this particular homebreeder, he's in his early thirties and knows his stuff well. He specializes in breeding miniature pinschers and chihuahuas and has written an article on the former breed. Well, he comes as a relief because after speaking to many dog sellers in Pasir Ris Farmway, knowledgeable ones are far and few and some even quote exhorbitant prices like 3,000 bucks for a toy poodle but have zilch knowledge of its background : S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;"&gt;After viewing and selecting the pooch, we set off to Pet Movers at Pasir Ris Farmway to purchase the necessary stuff, like puppy kribbles, leash, metal bowls and puppy shampoo (&lt;em&gt;Well, I used the 50 bucks which Fat Boy helped to bargain for its stuff. Good deal eh?)&lt;/em&gt; We had dinner at Ikea Bistro and the teriyaki chicken rice was fantastic : D We walked around till 10pm and headed home : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;"&gt;As for Saturday, the beach outing was cancelled due to poor response. I cannot fathom why some friends changed their minds at the 11th hour, especially when the event was created weeks in advance. *Sigh* I guess I wouldn't be keen to organize such outings anymore. It's not as if I stand to gain by doing the dirty job of having to remind each and everyone via text messages : &amp;lt; Fortunately, Adeline and her mummy&amp;nbsp;as well as&amp;nbsp;Sunshine Boy saved the day by having dinner with me and Fat Boy at Bosses in Vivocity : ) We had honeyed pork ribs, spinach in buttered broth, deep fried prawns in wasabi and salted egg sauce, braised chicken in 3 different types of wine, and salted-egg custard buns for dessert! : D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;"&gt;As Adeline and her mummy had something on after dinner, Sunshine Boy, Fat Boy and I proceeded to Serenity Spanish Bar &amp;amp; Restaurant for Erdinger : ) It was great to have an ice cold after so long...: ) Seriously, I do look forward to meeting up with my dear friends again : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times;"&gt;By the way, did I tell you I sprained my ankle 2 weeks back and I went for treatment at Chien Chi Tow at Rocher Centre. It was disgustingly painful when the therapist pressed onto the sore spot. I yelled so loud that the other patients could hear me from outside : p My ankle was bandaged for&amp;nbsp;a day before I removed it - Too much inconvenience : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4545599605136587824?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4545599605136587824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4545599605136587824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekends.html' title='Weekends!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6446511268943973073</id><published>2009-10-12T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:47:57.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Saturday &amp; Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Went to Pasir Ris Farmway 2 with Fat Boy yesterday afternoon and was amazed by the myriad of puppy breeds, which the&amp;nbsp;main ones were shih tzu, toy poodle, maltese and Golden Retrievers. These puppies really know how to tug heartstrings with their big eyes and playful behavior. I was so tempted to purchase a black toy poodle on the spot, but was dissuaded by Fat Boy as he felt that we might not cope with its curly fur : (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;We went from shop to shop to look at the puppies as well as to gather information. Most of the shops were very run-down and it was a sad sight to see dirty puppies stepping on their own defecate (&lt;em&gt;How to buy these puppies?&lt;/em&gt;) It made me wonder if I had stepped into a pet shop or puppy pound : S&amp;nbsp;Some of the shops&amp;nbsp;charge these puppies at&amp;nbsp;exhorbitant prices (&lt;em&gt;Imagine a toy poodle at 3,000 bucks!)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had the initial idea of getting a miniature pinscher, but after looking at these cute puppies, I was in a great dilemma on whether&amp;nbsp;I should purchase a toy poodle, shih tzu or miniature pinscher *Sigh!* They are so cute, active and obedient! Awww....&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;We spent&amp;nbsp;about 4 hours looking at countless of puppies and by the time we stepped out of Farmway 2, it was already 7pm - Time for dinner. Had wanted to&amp;nbsp;have dinner at Scissors Cut Mixed Veggie Rice, but it was closed for renovation. In the end, we doggypacked dinner from ABC Market - I had chicken bryani whereas Fat Boy had&amp;nbsp;seafood&amp;nbsp;Hokkien noodles : D I did a check&amp;nbsp;over the Internet and after weighing the pros and cons, I decided to get a miniature pinscher. I guess&amp;nbsp;I would pop by Farmway 2 one of these days to get that pooch&amp;nbsp;from Pet Movers. A cool 588 bucks. I think it's quite reasonable for a pooch, as compared to&amp;nbsp;880 bucks for a shih tzu, 1580 bucks for a brown teddy toy poodle, 1800 bucks for a pug and 1200 bucks for a miniature beagle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times;"&gt;As for last Saturday,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;had a birthday dinner gathering (&lt;em&gt;It was Godma's 45th birthday&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/joo_heng_restaurant/"&gt;Joo Heng Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;which served authentic Hokkien cuisine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;at Joo Chiat. I like the sweet &amp;amp; sour fish, sambal tapioca leaves and deep-fried prawn rolls best amongst the black bean fish head, steamed minced pork, claypot seafood toufu, fried pig liver and kidney and pork ribs with bittergourd : D The price, however, was on the slightly high side. Each person paid about 13 bucks : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;We proceeded to Kallang MacDonald's for cake-cutting after dinner and yes, I was the one who bought the Chocolate Truffle cake from Polar (&lt;em&gt;They have good cakes&lt;/em&gt;) We talked about the coming Halloween party at Punggol Community Centre and what to wear for this event (&lt;em&gt;I seriously have no idea what to wear though they suggested Cleopatra's costume due to my hairstyle&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/StL6a226x5I/AAAAAAAAMmY/zr5fJRLFe7c/s1600-h/cleavenger-cleopatra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/StL6a226x5I/AAAAAAAAMmY/zr5fJRLFe7c/s320/cleavenger-cleopatra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Times; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cool? Bah, I cannot be possibly wearing that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-6446511268943973073?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6446511268943973073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6446511268943973073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-sunday.html' title='Saturday &amp; Sunday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/StL6a226x5I/AAAAAAAAMmY/zr5fJRLFe7c/s72-c/cleavenger-cleopatra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3162579081864284662</id><published>2009-10-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:29:37.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Fat Fat Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I've just come back from steamboat dinner at Tan Quee Lan Street with Fat Boy, Sworn Sista and her hubby. Gee, I guess I am getting sick of that particular stall as I couldn't really eat much (&lt;em&gt;Something to do with the soup base?)&lt;/em&gt; I had the usual prawns, kangkong, mutton slices and porkballs (&lt;em&gt;Well, that's steamboat)&lt;/em&gt; Proceeded to Crystal Jade Hong Kong Cafe and had Chinese tea (&lt;em&gt;to remove the sickening oil from the soup base&lt;/em&gt;) as well as a few mouthfuls of aloe vera with osmanthus in honey (&lt;em&gt;Yikes!)&lt;/em&gt; I didn't really like the place, so I guess I wouldn't patronize it anymore : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Last Thursday was the 3rd session of my 535-bucks treatment : ) After the steambath, I was given a good deadsea salt scrub before being wrapped in an electric hot blanket (&lt;em&gt;I really felt like a steamed herbal chicken&lt;/em&gt;) for 15 minutes. Just as when I thought I could meet Fat Boy for dinner at Han's, I was ushered into a room where I was told to lie down before gel pads were pasted onto various parts of my body and tiny flows of electric currents streamed into these problematic areas like the arms, thighs and tummy. The feeling was like being thrown into spasm and after 30 minutes, I was amazed that I had lost a few inches and grams(&lt;em&gt;Come on, it's temporary&lt;/em&gt;) After the 2 hour session, I dashed out of the centre and met up with my starved Fat Boy. We headed to MacDonald's and had our late dinner : / Guess what? I was so damn shocked to see meat juice that dripped from my plain cheeseburger&amp;nbsp;hardened into wax-like substance&amp;nbsp;after a few minutes. Transfat? I reckon so. I guess I will not be touching so much on fastfood for the rest of my life because you never know what would go into your system after eating these junk. Argh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;As for last Wednesday, I&amp;nbsp;handed Sworn Sista her belated birthday gift&amp;nbsp;over dinner at Jack's Place in Anchorpoint. Both of us had lobster bisque, medium-rare striploin steak with jacket potato and sauteed onions as sides and a slice of mango cake : D~ I really enjoyed the meal as it had been such a long time since I allowed myself to indulge : D (&lt;em&gt;Who cares about being fat so long as you are happy?)&lt;/em&gt; While happily gossipping while strolling along Alexandra Road, I twisted my ankle (&lt;em&gt;Ouch!)&lt;/em&gt; I thought it was a minor injury and had wanted to continue walking; but I couldn't and had to limp back home : ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Tuesday was having doggypacked mixed veggie rice at home with Fat Boy. As if my packet of rice with soya sauced chicken wing, stirfried onion egg, cabbage and sambal tapioca leaves was not enough, I had a handful of Jack &amp;amp; Jill potato chips and a few Van Houten chocolate balls while watching TV (&lt;em&gt;Life's great, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Regardless of such hearty appetite, I lost 2kg. How wonderful it is eh? Wahahaha...: D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3162579081864284662?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3162579081864284662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3162579081864284662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/10/fat-fat-week.html' title='Fat Fat Week'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3119426745666437417</id><published>2009-09-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:51:27.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tribute To Boyboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;As much as I hate to admit, yes, my beastie brother has departed&amp;nbsp;Earth on&amp;nbsp;21 September 2009 at 7:20am. He had been suffering for 2 weeks and it was an ache seeing him purging bloody stools and regurgitating white foamy substance every now and then. From a playful rascal to a tired soul awaiting his Maker...all within 2 weeks..*Sigh* The one who is worse-hit is Gramps, who is stuck in the emotional rut. She is unable to get used to life without Boyboy; he was her constant companion when everyone was out in the day. She is the only one who is able to tolerate his fear for thunder, his habit of sleeping beside her (&lt;em&gt;yes, on the bed&lt;/em&gt;), his pickiness in food (&lt;em&gt;he ate only boiled chicken for his meals&lt;/em&gt;) and his irritating incessant barking. She would get angry whenever we drew the cane and refused to talk to us if it touched his furry body : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;After coming back at 4am from late-night chit chat at Kallang MacDonald's last Sunday, my heart sank when Bro told me to look at him. His condition had worsened and we were all prepared for the worst. I walked into the room and saw him shivering. Moments later, he started to urinate on the floor. &lt;em&gt;Incontinence.&lt;/em&gt; He would usually run to his pee and poo station in the kitchen. He was starting to get wasted. He walked out of the room, jumped onto the sofa and vomitted yellow substance (&lt;em&gt;Bile?)&lt;/em&gt; Aunt Maddy quickly woke up and washed the sofa - Everybody was not mad at him because we all knew it was not under his control...we also knew that he might not last till the next morning too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Fat Boy, Bro and I decided to head straight to the vet early in the morning to perform a scan on him. If he could be saved, we would go all out to do so, otherwise, we would put him to sleep to shorten his suffering. We went back to rest hoping for time to pass quickly so that we could rush to the vet. A couple of hours later, Gramps switched on the lights and started wailing. Both Fat Boy and I jumped out of bed and saw Boyboy lying in a pool of blood, gasping for air (&lt;em&gt;He was dying...&lt;/em&gt;) Aunt Maddy rushed out of her room and teared while patting him. I was too stunned for words and remained rooted on the bed. Moments later, he stopped gasping and remained stagnant - He was dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Aunt Maddy placed him into a big black plastic bag together with his toys, blankets and snacks and brought it to the rubbish chute near my block. Everybody was emotional, especially Gramps, who could not stop wailing and lamenting why he had to die so young (&lt;em&gt;He just celebrated his 3rd birthday&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;As they say, all dogs go to heaven. I hope you do too, yeah? You'll always be my beastie brother, Boyboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3119426745666437417?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3119426745666437417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3119426745666437417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/09/tribute-to-boyboy.html' title='Tribute To Boyboy'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4162409539097833385</id><published>2009-09-10T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:09:54.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Rest &amp; More Rest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Last Saturday was rest and relax day - Fat Boy and I met up with Sworn Sista and her hubby, Stephen, at her place before we went to &lt;a href="http://www.wellnessvillage.com.sg/"&gt;Wellness Village&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;at Pan Pacific Hotel&amp;nbsp;for a good body scrub and massage! There was a long list of body scrubs (&lt;em&gt;Ginger, Ginseng, Coffee, Chocolate, Rose Petals, Lavender&lt;/em&gt;) and massages (&lt;em&gt;Shiatsu, Aromatheraphy, Tui Na, Swedish, Indonesian&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;to choose from. I had Ginseng body scrub and aromatheraphy : D It had been a long time since my muscles had a good rub and I totally enjoyed the 120 minute session : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As the boys were hungry, we proceeded to Kiliney Kopitiam at Marina Square to have a bite before strolling around. Sworn Sista suggested going to the ice cream buffet at Swenson's in Ion Orchard as Stephen wanted to try. I didn't like the idea of stuffing myself with sugary carbs (&lt;em&gt;Felt so damn terrible the other time I went&lt;/em&gt;), but arghhh...I relented : / This time round, I had only 3 scoops of ice cream with chopped banana and almond flakes (&lt;em&gt;Enough is enough - I was actually craving for savoury stuff)&lt;/em&gt; Fat Boy, Sworn Sista and Stephen gorged themselves with ice cream and toppings and seriously, it was bad. Argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Before we sent them home, I went to NTUC supermart to purchase a box of salmon gunkan (&lt;em&gt;I guess that is more suitable for dinner&amp;nbsp;to me&lt;/em&gt;) Met up with the SPI guys at Kallang MacDonald's to discuss about the plans for the upcoming Kuala Lumpur trip in December before we finally head home : ) (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, we are going to Kuala Lumpur for food and shopping on 24 December!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;We spent the whole of Sunday at home. Even dinner was KFC delivery : P Guess we were simply too lazy to move a single muscle. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I accompanied Sworn Sista to London Weight Management for a free consultation-cum-trial on Monday evening. It felt terrible when the consultant pinpointed the problematic jiggly areas and after the hour and a half consultation, we were put into a sauna room where our toxins and water (&lt;em&gt;Yes! Water&lt;/em&gt;) were purged. As if it was not enough, we were wrapped by a hot blanket and I tell you, I was nearly suffocated by the intense heat. I swear my heels were crying out in pain! However, I felt refreshed after the trial treatment and the best part was, I lost 800g of water and 8.5cm of flesh/fats. To take up or not to take up the package for 535 bucks? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;As for yesterday, both Fat Boy and I went to have dinner at one of the hawker centres in Johor Bahru. We had chilli crab, stir-fried kale as well as fried shrimp paste chicken. The bill amounted to RM95, which was about 40 bucks in Singapore dollars (&lt;em&gt;Cheap!)&lt;/em&gt; We strolled around Jusco Tebrau and had drinks at &lt;a href="http://www.yshamper.com/main4.html"&gt;Tang Shifu&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, a small eatery which specializes in herbal dishes : ) I had a pot of tea which was said to encourage detoxification and fat-burning (&lt;em&gt;True enough, the tea did its magic this morning&lt;/em&gt;). Fat Boy had Gui Ling Gao jelly with mochi : ) I was thinking of having dinner at this herbal eatery tomorrow! I am attracted by the herbal black chicken soup&amp;nbsp;; D~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4162409539097833385?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4162409539097833385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4162409539097833385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-more-rest.html' title='Rest &amp; More Rest!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7911761824019403903</id><published>2009-09-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:15:43.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>1st Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Exactly a month since I am officially Mrs Ee, exactly a month (&lt;em&gt;and going&lt;/em&gt;) which every single day is immersed in marital bliss and exactly a month which every night we enjoyed our pillow-talk before bedtime : D (&lt;em&gt;I love this feeling very much. Can it go on and on and on...?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Last Thursday, I met up with Sworn Sista at Ikea for dinner. Though I did not fancy the fried rice with a piece of fried chicken thigh, otah and fishcake, it was more of the company; It had been a long time since the 2 of us spend time together and indeed, there were lotsa stuff, mainly revolving our families, to catch up : ) We took a slow walk to her home before I walked back (&lt;em&gt;It can be quite liberating to have your me-time once in a whil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As for last Friday, both Fat Boy and I went to City Square in Johor Bahru to fix our crowns of glory - He, for a trim and I, for hair rebonding. I seriously couldn't stand my messy mane. Argh! Anyway, we walked out of the salon happily before heading for dinner at Old Town Cafe and yes, I had my usual Ipoh hor fan with extra beansprouts and a hard-boiled egg accompanied with a glass of refreshing iced lemon tea : D~ Had wanted to catch "The Orphan", but the timings were either too early or too late, hence, we decided to forego the movie and go back to Singapore to watch MioTV : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Did I tell you why I feel so fat recently? Last Saturday, I, together with the SPI members as well as Adeline, Berline and PF, went to the ice cream buffet at Ion Orchard. In addition to 6 scoops of ice cream (&lt;em&gt;4 scoops of yummy raisin, 1 scoop of green tea and 1 scoop of chendol&lt;/em&gt;) with lotsa chocolate sauce, strawberry and blueberry puree as well as almond flakes and chopped nuts, I also had a bowl of canned peaches and lychees with a dollop of red bean mash : O (&lt;em&gt;Isn't that scary enough?!&lt;/em&gt;) After everybody had their fill, we proceeded to Merlion Park via One Fullerton (&lt;em&gt;It's always good to burn off those calories!&lt;/em&gt;) and took some pictures before having spicy steamboat for dinner : P~ (&lt;em&gt;As usual, I wolfed down prawns, mutton and pork&lt;/em&gt;) As if it was not enough, our last program of the night was hanging out at Kallang MacDonald's. I drank cups of sugarless tea hoping that it would remove the sickening oil from the spicy steamboat &amp;gt;: (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sunday was a day of recuperating - The only time Fat Boy and I woke up was to watch some TV and get ready for dinner at some eatery in Bedok. Due to promotion, a big claypot of curry fishhead, fried tofu with green mango strips and claypot herbal chicken cost less than 30 bucks. Wow wow wow! As the night was still young, we went to the food fair at Expo (&lt;em&gt;it was an utter disappointment&lt;/em&gt;) and Loyang Tua Pek Kong temple to offer incense before we headed home : )&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/3768653392927742479-7911761824019403903?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7911761824019403903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7911761824019403903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-month.html' title='1st Month'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2192346960762072082</id><published>2009-08-21T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:58:08.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Times flies - It's about 3 weeks since 1 August 2009. Well, I do get withdrawal symptoms; it's like I was so damn busy preparing for the wedding and all of a sudden, the whole hoo-ha of preparing for the bethrothal gifts, wedding photoshoots, gown selection and guestlists vanished after the event. Nevertheless, I am so glad that everything went well : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Not much activity in my life except chasing the drama serial of "Heroes &amp;amp; Legends 2" on MobTV and yesterday - Both Fat Boy and I went to Little India to have chicken bryani at Tekka Market before purchasing a clay figurine of Ganesha. Yup, his birthday is on this Sunday, so what I am going to do is to place it with my existing Ganesha idol for 3 days before dropping it into any river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Just spoke to one my guy friends whose wife just gave birth to a baby girl. He mentioned that the baby girl had heart problems and had already undergone an operation on her 4th month. The surgery left a scar on her chest and both parents were wondering if they should send her for another operation to remove the scar as they were concerned it might have a negative impact on her when she grew up. Nevertheless, they spent over 30K on the operation (&lt;em&gt;Oh my God!)&lt;/em&gt; and I am wondering how they are going to give the best to her at this moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Talking about babies, I tried &lt;a href="http://www.morphthing.com/"&gt;http://www.morphthing.com/&lt;/a&gt; and came up with how Baby Ee would look like in the future ; ) He/she looked so damn adorable and I couldn't help but go ga-ga over the curly hair and the big round eyes. I think he/she looked more like Fat Boy : D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372261281744791362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/So4bLBr7p0I/AAAAAAAAMlo/kmkItdRWV4I/s200/Baby+Ee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Gee, I am going to Camp Christine, which is organized by SPI, tomorrow. It will be an overnight event and I am so damn looking forward to it. Angie will be going too (&lt;em&gt;Well, I just asked her for fun and I didn't know she was so enthusiastic about it!)&lt;/em&gt; Will share more when I come back and hey, not to forget the steamboat dinner gathering at Tan Quee Lan Street this evening! I am so happy to see Rightie and Adeline again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2192346960762072082?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2192346960762072082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2192346960762072082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/So4bLBr7p0I/AAAAAAAAMlo/kmkItdRWV4I/s72-c/Baby+Ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1796084827439793245</id><published>2009-08-11T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:58:58.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-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 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 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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;These 2 weeks have been ultra tiring for me X ( Yes, the long-awaited wedding is finally over and special thanks to the wonderful brothers and sistas like Rightie, Adeline, Amy, Jan Jan, Yvonne, Wisely, Yellobie, Dickie Boi, Sunshine Boy and Kevin. Fortunately, the National Day Preview is not much of an issue to the wedding dinner, except for Gramps who walked miles to My Humble House. Sorry Gramps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my face condition did not get any better on the actual day, despite slapping tons of steroid cream on it : / Fortunately, there was Ben, the makeup artist who managed to use his magic to conceal all the dark patches and make me look glamorous that day : ) Though his fee is slightly higher than the market rate, I guess it's worth it : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh...I just came back from Penang yesterday. It was so damn freaking tiring being on the road for about 12 hours...Nevertheless, I had great fun visiting the reowned Snake Temple and Gek Lok Si, the authentic Khoo Clan Mansion as well as tasting the thick and aromatic Teochew chendol, BBQ chicken wings as well as the sourish Penang laksa! Though I have not calculated how much was spent on the trip, I reckoned it would not exceed 250 bucks because the 3-day hotel stay at Tune Hotel was 50 bucks and I did not do much shopping there as big and modern shopping malls are far and few : P The bad thing about road trips is that you have to deal with the horrible traffic jams that can last for as long as 2 hours! I guess this is the last time I am going for a long road trip - The furthest I can go is Kuala Lumpur : / Gee, I am still feeling lethargic. Guess I am going to have an early night, but not before I finished my drama serial : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/3768653392927742479-1796084827439793245?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1796084827439793245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1796084827439793245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-2-weeks-have-been-ultra-tiring.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1352591264522372882</id><published>2009-07-24T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:31:01.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-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 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 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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The Hen's night is finally over, after much anticipation and careful planning by the girls. I want to thank all the beautiful girls who attended the last night of my wild singlehood. I admit I was so damn smashed that night, but I had great fun at Waraku, Supperclub as well as Double O : ) Thanks alot, girls, I love you! *Muaks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, I have collected my wedding gowns for the actual day last Wednesday. You may think that it's too early, but you'll never know what you will (&lt;i&gt;or will not&lt;/i&gt;) get if it's too near the actual day : ) I am so excited seeing those beautiful gowns hanging from my false ceiling. I wonder how I will look on that day. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;As both Fat Boy and I were worried that Boyboy might sneak into our room and damage the gowns (&lt;i&gt;by peeing, licking or whatever&lt;/i&gt;), we thought that it would be better to hang those gowns at Daddy's place in Jurong West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It felt comforting to know that the doors at Jurong West are always open for me, though Daddy and Mummy are fully aware that I prefer to stay with Gramps anytime. I felt touched when I saw betrothal gifts like bedsheet covers, blankets and jewellery box placed nicely on the table (&lt;i&gt;Yes, they were bought specially for me&lt;/i&gt;) Daddy also mentioned that Mummy had prepared to give me some of her beloved jewellery as part of the betrothal gift. Besides this, she had bought a spaghetti dress with a scarf for this event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;An act of love? Since young, I always have this notion that Mummy doesn't love me. It doesn't help that Gramps and her are not on good terms and I have always stood by the former since she is the one taking care of me all these while. I was extremely touched and traumatized when she started pushing her beloved gold jewellery to me. It's like I have never really treated her well, or sometimes with the utmost basic respect, why does she still treat me so well? (&lt;i&gt;Yes, it's love&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My dislike towards her, which has accumulated since young, has dissolved. I will love and treat her well from now on : ) No wonder it is said that brides who are going to get married always have pleasant discoveries and surprises (&lt;i&gt;yeah, no shocks, please&lt;/i&gt;) before their big day. Gift from Heaven? Perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Another 8 more days before the big day. I am so damn anxious about the right side of my face. I hope it will heal soon! *Fingers crossed*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1352591264522372882?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1352591264522372882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1352591264522372882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/07/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2927781547267385512</id><published>2009-07-13T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:13:21.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>My Best Friends - Antibiotics &amp; Steriod Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After peering into the mirror million of times and finally came to terms that my face was a wreck, I headed to my favourite doctor, Doc Tan - A man in his mid-thirties with a subtle sense of humor (&lt;em&gt;Oh well, I am not embarrassed to admit that he has seen every inch of me, including my ear drums&lt;/em&gt;) Aunt Helen's art piece was diagnosed as acne. I was given a month's supply of antibiotics and steroid cream : / I felt a sense of assurance that I was going to be fine on my big day &lt;em&gt;(...by hook or by crook..&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dinner was at My Humble House. Oh yes, second round of foodtasting - I had made negative comments about some dishes previously and well, they threw in the second round to ensure everything is satisfactory to my palate : ) I prefer the grilled pork ribs drenched in champagne sauce to the smokey BBQ grilled pork ribs and bai ling mushrooms (&lt;em&gt;its texture is that of abalone's&lt;/em&gt;) to spinach drizzled beancurd. Though I wanted the steamed cod fish with ginger sauce from the first round of foodtasting, Fat Boy and Gramps veto-ed my choice. Grilled cod fish with green pepper sauce will be served on that day (&lt;em&gt;Booo....)&lt;/em&gt; Talking about My Humble House, I am so worried how the guests will be coming, especially the elderly. It is confirmed that there is full road closure on that day : / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for last Saturday, both Fat Boy and I had dinner with Jan Jan and Match at Ichiban in Suntec City before heading to KBox for a 6-hour crooning session! Sunday was spent resting and relaxing (&lt;em&gt;Nah!)&lt;/em&gt; at home. Correction: I did spend hours watching movies on MioTV, I did also spend hours clearing up my room~I realized I had stashed lotsa junk at various corners; can you imagine there are 4 big bags of clothes awaiting to be donated to the Salvation Army? ; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2927781547267385512?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2927781547267385512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2927781547267385512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-best-friends-antibiotics-steriod.html' title='My Best Friends - Antibiotics &amp; Steriod Cream'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1439667063561415191</id><published>2009-07-10T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:56:06.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Face Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I must admit that the 234 bucks of Huet Biologie did work wonders....on certain parts of my face. I was quite satisfied with the results - My face indeed look much clearer and fairer, but it also caused major eruptions (&lt;em&gt;When I say major, it really means major&lt;/em&gt;) There were big angry-looking pimples sitting on my forehead and the right side of my face (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, not again!)&lt;/em&gt; Feeling pissed, I made a trip to Aunt Helen's and it was quite a fruitful facial session - The clogged pores were more or less cleared, but what made me unhappy was the temporary scars from the squeezing and digging : ( My face looks like I just lost a catfight : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What the fuck....my big day's just 3 weeks away and these untimely pimples have to appear out from nowhere just when I need (&lt;em&gt;desperately&lt;/em&gt;) to look at my best? *Sigh* Fat Boy suggested that I go to the doctor to get some anti-biotics as some of his girl pals had the same problem before their big day too. I am seriously contemplating whether I should go to the doctor because I do not want to move from a frying pan to another. What happens if there are side effects, like weight gain? Dammit. But if I do not take the anti-biotics, will new pimples pop up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have been thinking why the sudden pimple eruption. I blame the photoshoot session - I should have known it and taken action (&lt;em&gt;like buying new foundation sponge and brushes&lt;/em&gt;) I didn't and let the bacteria from the dirty-looking sponges and brushes destruct my flawless complexion (&lt;em&gt;All my religious intake of collagen has gone to waste!) &lt;/em&gt;I shouldn't have used the bloody Shu Umuera Balancing Oil too..knowing that I should never touch oil-based products. So what if it works for others...? (&lt;em&gt;Damn!)&lt;/em&gt; I am not sure if my heavy intake of prawns and durians has any impact on the face too, but I am not going to restrict myself (&lt;em&gt;I hope I can&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am very comforted to know that I have good friends around me, mainly Rightie, Amy, Adeline and Jan Jan : ) I can feel their enthusiasm for my wedding and next Saturday's hen's night. Seriously, after knowing that they have to follow me to-and-fro Jurong West, Yishun and Stirling Road, I really feel bad - It's going to be a tired affair and they are doing it for me : / I must make sure I will go all out to help them when their turn comes : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh, by the way, Fat Boy has bought the wardrobe, a mirror and a dark brown plank (&lt;em&gt;as my dressing table&lt;/em&gt;) from Ikea. As I have zero creativity, I leave it to him : ) I am going to do up my hair this coming Wednesday. I guess I should adhere to a liquid diet a week before the actual day so as to look my best : P What are the remaining things to do? I have yet to buy a pair of black trousers for Brother, Mum has not bought blanket for me, Fat Boy's mother has not bought me the 4 pieces of jewellery...I guess I really have lotsa things to do. No wonder I found a strand of white hair just now and guess stress does play a part in wreaking havoc to my face too. I must learn to breathe in and out....relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1439667063561415191?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1439667063561415191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1439667063561415191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-woes.html' title='Face Woes'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6961560796483303506</id><published>2009-06-26T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:02:31.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Vitamin C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Out of desperation after seeing the darn face, I burned 238 bucks on that Huet Biologie 21-day Vitamin C treatment. 3 tiny bottles in a box and I have to use up 1 bottle for 7 days before popping the 2nd bottle and so on. I think my complexion has improved quite abit, albeit 3 zits on the right side of my face : / Well, I will have to see how it goes and of course, pray hard for a miracle to happen - Is it so damn difficult to achieve crystal clear complexion? : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was a tiring day for me yesterday - It was burnt on visiting our relatives (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, his and mine&lt;/em&gt;) Mine was a breeze - We met up with the eldest son of my Gramp's brother at his place and all I did was hand him empty wedding invitation cards and got the guest headcount in return (&lt;em&gt;Viola!) &lt;/em&gt;We proceeded to Fat Boy's relatives and it was a &lt;em&gt;nightmare.&lt;/em&gt; First of all, his parents did not really keep in touch with the latter and the worst thing was, they did not have the addresses of these people : o So it was purely wild goose chase. Can you imagine walking round the block to look for that particular unit? (&lt;em&gt;Fainted&lt;/em&gt;) As if it was not bad enough, my head ached from the continuous squabbling between his parents. Exchanges of cutting remarks circulated in the car and my head ached more than ever &gt; . &lt;" Ultimately, miracles do happen - we managed to find his relatives and handed them the wedding invitation cards (&lt;em&gt;Whether they turn up or not remains as a big question mark&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think the best thing about yesterday was dinner at Toa Payoh Industrial Park - We had chilli Sri Lanka crabs, stir-fried kale in garlic and coffee pork ribs before sending his parents home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As for last Friday, it was steamboat dinner at Liang Seah Street with the SPI guys before heading to "Transformers" at Marina Square : ) I thought I would doze off during the show, but I didn't : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-6961560796483303506?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6961560796483303506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6961560796483303506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/06/vitamin-c.html' title='Vitamin C'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1909419924404083341</id><published>2009-06-15T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:21:24.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Last Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gee, after peering into the mirror thousands and millions of times, I realized that my poor face need immediate help and I finally succumbed to Aunt Helen's Huet Biologie Vitamin C treatment. I went to her salon last Tuesday and found out that she had gone for her church camp and would only be back tomorrow (&lt;em&gt;How unlucky can I be!) &lt;/em&gt;Though my face has kinda improved, I guess it will be too late for bloody porcelain complexion on that big day. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On a happier note, Fat Boy and I went down to Ubi to collect our 100 pieces of wedding invitation cards last Thursday : &gt; We were so damn happy to see our names on the inserts (&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't feel the ectascy until you get your own wedding card!&lt;/em&gt;) We met up with Sworn Sista and her husband for dinner at Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe and it was good to catch up (&lt;em&gt;yes, though I wasn't too happy with her...&lt;/em&gt;) and without realizing, we ended the session at 1am. I was ultra tired and did not bother to wash my hair before I slept : P (&lt;em&gt;Will that cause my face to rot faster?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for Friday evening, it was bak kut teh and soursop juice for dinner before proceeding to Ikea (&lt;em&gt;not again!)&lt;/em&gt; to hunt for the dressing table and wardobe. Arghhh..I hate hunting for furniture! Saturday was a fun-filled day as we met up with the SPI guys and Sunshine Boy for badminton at Revenue House. Though I don't really like sweaty sports, I enjoyed the session very much : D After washing up, we headed to Toa Payoh Industrial Park for dinner - Chilli Sri Lankan crab, coffee pork ribs, fried fish, spinach in scallop gravy, claypot noodles, followed by dessert of chopped white fungus and water chestnut in soya bean milk. The night ended at 2am, after "Drag Me To Hell" at Vivocity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sunday was a day of relaxing at home and it was good to have Aunt Linda and Mingkai to visit us : ) As for dinner, it was steamboat dinner with Aunt Maddy at Golden Mile before driving to Geylang to pack 15-bucks-for-6-durians. Though it was deliriously delicious, my body couldn't help but felt heaty throughout the whole night. I guess it's time to stop eating durians for the time being until 4 July - Yeah, I am going for durian buffet in Johor Bahru~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1909419924404083341?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1909419924404083341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1909419924404083341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-week.html' title='Last Week...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4844773800035141508</id><published>2009-06-10T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:43:48.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>One Month &amp; A Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another month and a half before the big day! What have I done for preparations..? Well, I have been chasing the female Chinese national who is responsible for the printing of my 100 pieces of wedding invitation cards. To be frank, it should be the restaurant manager who should be liaising with her and not me, but apparently, I am doing the dirty job. As if it was not bad enough, there were some issues over the map - I wanted one in every wedding invitation, but she told us in a slipshod attitude that it was not her responsibility. In addition, every golden string that comes with the wedding invitation card costs 10 cents (&lt;em&gt;Argh!)&lt;/em&gt; After engaging in a couple of email wars, I finally got what I wanted and well, if nothing goes wrong, I should be getting my 100 pieces of wedding invitation cards by this week and yes, I have to pay 10 bucks for some freaking golden strings~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Though I had chosen my wedding photographs and layout of the wedding album, the bridal boutique could never got our wedding portrait right - Fat Boy's teeth looked like a dracula's (&lt;em&gt;They were too big and too white!)&lt;/em&gt; and they finally got it right after 3 attempts ; / I am going to choose my wedding and evening gown next Tuesday and I hope they can get the right ones for me. I heard of many horror stories from friends who had been through the ordeal and I guess I am going to make sure I will not be a victim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As for furniture, both Fat Boy and I went to the Sea Horse Superstore at Compass Point to check out the mattress and bed frame. We walked out of the store as happy customers though we were 1500 bucks poorer : D I am so damn looking forward to sleeping on my new Diamond mattress! The next items that we will be looking at are a wardrobe and a dressing table : ) Arghhhh...I prefer to shop for clothes than pieces of wood : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I must also make sure that I drop another 5kg and of course, to unclog that bloody clogged face, so as to look my best on that day! Wish me all the best!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4844773800035141508?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4844773800035141508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4844773800035141508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-month-half.html' title='One Month &amp; A Half'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3843336792124480881</id><published>2009-06-02T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:02:55.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>27 Years &amp; 1 Day Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh yes, I can feel my porcelain complexion coming back - I went to Aunt Helen's for facial just now and as usual, it was a painful process. Imagine heading straight and digging into every single clogged pore and extracting yellowish gunk (&lt;em&gt;I believe it was a mixture of blood and dirt though I refused to see none of it&lt;/em&gt;). I guess my pain tolerance has progressed to the next level, but of course, there were times of crying out loud when she performed her art on my forehead (&lt;em&gt;Duh! Masses of veins are found there&lt;/em&gt;) Nevertheless, it's all worthwhile so long as I can get my procelain skin back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After my painful session, Fat Boy, who also had facial (&lt;em&gt;but at FIL, to have his millia removed&lt;/em&gt;), brought me to Nihon Musa, a Japanese bistro that sells all kinds of sushi at 99 cents each, at The Cathay. I like the Pick-What-You-Want-As-We-Do-Not-Serve-You concept and it is quite value-for-money; our bill came to about 17 bucks for a pot of green tea, fried tofu, miso soup and countless plates of sushi? I guess the next outing with either Sunshine Boy and the gang or the SPI peeps will be there ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It's a week and a day after my 27th birthday. I would like to thank everybody for their well-wishes and gifts. Lest you guys want to know who bought me what, let me share with you : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fat Boy - A bouquet of 50 dollar note wrapped Ferrero Rochers. There were 12 50 dollar notes in all  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aunt Maddy - Jack's Place Mango Cake. I love it though I cannot eat too much ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gramps, Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy - Red packets and yes, I have not opened them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rightie - A Topshop bikini. I will definitely wear it to the next beach outing alright? Organize one quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sunshine Boy &amp;amp; Yam Gal - Thanks for the Bodyshop Energy Bag! I simply love the scent of lemongrass : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Claudia - A pair of faux jean tights. Um, I really have no idea how to wear it : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;University Mates - Thanks for the Sushi Tei treat and Mrs.Field's choc chip brownie! I had my fill last Saturday : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SPI peeps - Thanks for the wonderful surprise, birthday cake, beautiful tarot pouch, necklace, mobile phone accessory and chocolates from Chocolate Factory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;With so many good loved ones celebrating my birthday, I feel so blessed and loved. Thank you everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3843336792124480881?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3843336792124480881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3843336792124480881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/06/27-years-1-day-old.html' title='27 Years &amp; 1 Day Old'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-891587094842621465</id><published>2009-05-25T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:43:48.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is my 27th birthday! Received many well-wishers from all walks of friends. I feel blessed and loved to have so many good friends around me : ) Guess when one gets older, birthday parties and presents no longer matter, just like age. What's most important is good company round the dining table : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My birthday present from Fat Boy is a pair of Grasshopper concert tickets, which we had watched 2 weeks back. It was unfortunate that I couldn't choose hair rebonding as it doesn't make sense - Imagine the makeup artiste creating waves on ironed hair? Arghhh...double, triple damage to both the pocket and scalp : o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While I was happily replying to well-wishers, I saw Baby Cousin's email which was titled "Happy Birthday". As usual, tears started to well up and fortunately, I managed to hold back : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey gal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 27th birthday!! First time birthday since marriage right....XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No longer single but married...no more wild and sleazy birthday bashes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't even buy you vouchers to patronize a host club lorr~~...sobs...weeps =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So how are you going to celebrate your newfound age?? =P (you know, I SERIOUSLY hope that mine doesn't come~~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spending it with the kau I supposed? What big gift did he prepare for you? *ENVIOUS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spending it with family? I wish I could be there with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I couldn't make it to send you a birthday card so I sent you an online greeting XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Must click the "read massage" link found juz right the "Happy Birthday" freeting okay!! (the link is written in Japanese, so juz in case...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a great year ahead and and wishing you all the best for your wedding preparations!! (btw how are the preparations going?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do let me know what you have been to lately and let me in on any gossips or happenings back home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Missing you &amp;amp; all at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;your beloved cousin =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P/S: I saw the online birthday card and I couldn't help sobbing. Gee, I hope I am not frightening anybody beside me : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-891587094842621465?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/891587094842621465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/891587094842621465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-240094396630925705</id><published>2009-05-23T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:13:29.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last Thursday evening, I met up with Rightie and Adeline at Sushi Tei for dinner : ) It was great to see the both of them again and nothing could be more interesting than sharing and updating one another with juicy gossips : D My birthday present from them was a string bikini from Topshop. Though I do not really fancy it, I appreciate their kind thoughts : ) I will definitely wear it when we go for beach outing alright, Rightie? : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As for Friday evening, after Fat Boy met up with his client at the latter's terrace house, which ended at 7:30pm, we were starved and tired (&lt;em&gt;I stayed in the car for an hour&lt;/em&gt;) Just as I thought he would bring me to Jumbo for a splendid pre-birthday dinner, he drove me to Pasir Ris Park. Though I was disappointed that I would not have my chilli crab and yam-wrapped scallops, I was very curious to find out what was up his sleeve. He led me to Beach Culture (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, my jaws dropped as I was not keen in Western food&lt;/em&gt;) However, the moment we stepped into the Western bistro, there was a loud roar of  the "Happy Birthday" song by a big group of people. My knee-jerk thought was I wouldn't want to dine in such a noisy atmosphere, but hey, I realized it was the SPI guys! I was so shocked to see them that my jaws literally dropped. Fat Boy pulled me to my seat and I rained punches on him - My Godpa secretly liaised with him for this surprise party and he did not even breathe a single word! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a great time with them and yes, the second surprise came in the form of a birthday cake, after I finished my steak (&lt;em&gt;Hmmm....no more surprises, um, shocks, please&lt;/em&gt;) I was quite touched by their presence and presents - A stalk of sunflower, a mobile phone accessory, a star pendant, chocolates, tattoo stickers and a beautiful pouch : ) Too bad we would be having the NUS Museum trail, else we would have stayed out later : / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so blessed to have so many people loving me...! Thanks alot, guys, I love you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-240094396630925705?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/240094396630925705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/240094396630925705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6671687558946063534</id><published>2009-05-12T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:38:29.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Like A Gentle Stream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hehehe, I am enjoying some me-time at home right now. Fat Boy is not around because he has an appointment with his client : ) Dinner was mixed veggie rice (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had stir-fried kale and cabbage as well as curry chicken&lt;/span&gt;) and dessert was canned peach halves! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much except for last Monday when I met up with Sunshine Boy, Yam Gal, Isaac, Emcee and her boyfriend for a simple dinner and some beers at Golden Shoe Food Court. We talked about my marriage preparations, things that happened in that freaking hellhole (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, problems are neverending&lt;/span&gt;) and so on. Too bad it was a Monday, else we would have yakked till the next morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Saturday, it was my grandfather's death anniversary. The moment I stepped out of my room, I saw a stranger sitting next to my Gramps. Yes, she was supposedly my godsister due to Daddy's superstitious beliefs : / (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is just not right forcing me to accept a stranger without prior approval&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway, I told him straight that I did not and would not acknowledge her. What was supposed to be a happy event became a moody affair (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me&lt;/span&gt;) I could not accept it when she offered incense to my late grandfather (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who the fuck!&lt;/span&gt;) I refused to eat at the same dinner table as her - How well can you cope if your daddy picks food for his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other &lt;/span&gt;daughter? Even when they were ready to leave, I could not bring myself to say "byebye". What a bloody eyesore and yes, I am terribly mad at that father of mine as well. Instead of spending more time with his own children, why even bother roping a stranger into the entourage? That is absolutely unnecessary! Two's a company, three's a bloody fucking crowd (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get that girl out before I morp into a evil monster&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, Fat Boy and I attended Grasshoppers' concert at the Indoor Stadium. I feel that the tickets were worth it as the Grasshoppers performed an avalanche of fast numbers and dance moves. Best of all, it was a 3-hour event, how do you not considered it as worthwhile? I am so damn in love with Remus Choi, who never failed to make my heart pump faster every single time he flirted with the audience...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His bod is so damn hot!&lt;/span&gt;) Gee, guess I am going to have nosebleed tonight man...&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/3768653392927742479-6671687558946063534?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6671687558946063534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6671687558946063534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-gentle-stream.html' title='Like A Gentle Stream'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2468737008215717342</id><published>2009-05-04T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:04:25.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>1st Week of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yes, 2 new air-conditioners have been installed last Thursday : ) Though it's always healthier to sleep in natural air settings, it's also good to indulge in 18 degrees slumberland once in a while. I used to turn on the air-conditioner every night before I sleep and I discovered that my face was very dry. In addition to that, I would get occasional aches (&lt;em&gt;Guess the chill ate into the bones?)&lt;/em&gt; I am seriously very envious of Aunt Linda whose bedroom faces East Coast Park and she gets to have all the fresh air in the world (&lt;em&gt;Nevermind that her furniture spoils faster&lt;/em&gt;) When will I have the chance to live in great places like Mandarin Gardens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Thursday night itself, both Fat Boy and I went to the hawker centre at Old Airport Road to meet up with Match and Jan Jan for a late dinner. It was a refreshing change for me as I had chee cheong fun (&lt;em&gt;my fav!)&lt;/em&gt;, fried carrot cake, oyster omelette and satay : ) (&lt;em&gt;I hardly have these for dinner as I usually stick to rice&lt;/em&gt;) We proceeded to Kallang MacDonald's to catch up with the rest of the SPI guys and we spoke about my wedding preparations and the Penang roadtrip in August : D We left at about 2am and by the time we washed up and retired, it was about 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We woke up bright and cheery on Friday morning. After washing up, we headed to Mount Faber Safra to meet up with Yam Gal, Isaac and Sunshine Boy for a 2-hour badminton session. At the end of the intense workout, my muscles ached badly : ( I was consoled by a good and hearty chicken rice lunch at Margaret Drive followed by a good nap : D Went to Fat Boy's ex-colleague's wedding banquet at Holiday Inn Atrium in the evening and I was bored to tears during reception (&lt;em&gt;I was like a vase standing next to Fat Boy who was so happy meeting up with his ex-colleagues&lt;/em&gt;) Dinner started at 9pm (&lt;em&gt;Gasp!)&lt;/em&gt; and the food was surprisingly good. However, it was just like any other wedding and we left the hotel at 11pm for Vivocity to catch "Origins of X-men: Wolverine" with the SPI guys (&lt;em&gt;Yes, we met again : P&lt;/em&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We spent the whole of Saturday afternoon snoozing away before heading to the hawker centre at Old Airport Road to purchase durian cream puffs for Fat Boy's mother (&lt;em&gt;It was her lunar birthday&lt;/em&gt;) Met up with her and his family members at Jumbo Restaurant where we indulged in cholestrol-high chilli and black pepper crabs, herbal prawns, yam-wrapped scallop, fried chicken, oyster omelette followed by durian cream puffs and mango cake : O Fat Boy sent them home before meeting the SPI guys (&lt;em&gt;again!) &lt;/em&gt;at Tong Shui Cafe in Bugis : D Well, due to the hot weather, I had an ice cold Heineken while the rest had the usual big pot teas. We left the cafe at about 3am and boy, we were so shagged that Sunday was spent at home slacking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ooh, by the way, did I tell you that I went to Aunt Helen's last Tuesday and she had a hard time digging those zits out from my pores? It was really painful and I seriously didn't know that my condition was so damn bad :~( She advised me to go back to her in a week's time to continue with the painful treatment and boy, I am still thinking about it. It's not only about the pain, it's also about the exhorbitant 80 bucks price tag per session! I could have bought 2 pots of Body Shop's mineral loose powder : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2468737008215717342?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2468737008215717342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2468737008215717342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-week-of-may.html' title='1st Week of May'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3910197859490011053</id><published>2009-04-26T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:27:21.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nothing much for the week except for last Saturday afternoon. After Fat Boy came back from his appointment, we went to Natural Cool at Tai Seng Drive to shop for air-conditioners - Gramps had been complaining about the existing air conditioner which went into occasional bonkers mode and as one who is tremendously phobic of heat, Fat Boy suggested we buy an air conditioner for her as soon as possible. We were lucky; Natural Cool had a good deal for Panasonic inverter air conditioners and he bought them on the spot. Installation will be this coming Thursday : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We met up with his family to have dinner at Tampopo, a Japanese restaurant at Liang court (&lt;em&gt;His mum won the 1st prize for 1809, our actual date&lt;/em&gt;) and to be frank, the prices were exhorbitant! If not for the 50% discount card, the bill would have hit 200 bucks (&lt;em&gt;Fortunately, I am not the one who picked the tab : P&lt;/em&gt; ) We left for Cafe Cartel at Plaza Singapura to meet up with the SPI guys for coffee and parted ways at 12 midnight (&lt;em&gt;I was too tired to go anywhere else&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As for yesterday morning, we headed to Printemps for our wedding photo selection. It was really a headache to choose 30 out of so many pictures : / However, despite being bombarded with photo packages by the wedding coordinator, we were unfazed. We selected our 30 pictures and album cover design for the wedding album, and pictures for the tabletop and wall potraits. It was a great relief to step out of the bridal studio after 3 hours and we headed to Reds (&lt;em&gt;That vainpot wanted a haircut&lt;/em&gt;) before going for an early dinner at the hawker centre in Sentosa. We had the usual Stout pork ribs, sambal tapioca leaves, onion omelette and wine prawns and guess the bill? 52RM ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;While I am typing away right now, Fat Boy, who is sitting beside me, is having a big headache over the guest list - who to invite and who not to invite? Both my dad and his mum have not submitted their respective guest lists to us and seriously, I have no idea how to continue from here ; / It's really a big headache! Arghhh! Oh, I have yet to shop for my bed and wardrobe too (&lt;em&gt;though I know I want the pocket mattress from Seahorse!&lt;/em&gt;) I think he must be thinking I am slacking too much...Another 2 months to go before my big day. I know there are many unfinished business, but I am just too lazy to get the engine roaring. Arghhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3910197859490011053?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3910197859490011053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3910197859490011053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-blues.html' title='Wedding Blues'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7615344961501336688</id><published>2009-04-19T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:16:04.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>The Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today was a relaxing day for me - Had a good nap after a good and hearty lunch of mixed veggie rice; and woke up to watch some TV and had a light dinner of porridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;: D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday was activity-packed - I met Rightie and her colleagues for lunch at Food Republic in Wisma Atria before walking around Orchard Road to search for the perfect emerald-cut proposal ring. We searched high and low for it in Aspial, Lee Hwa and Citigem, but to no avail. The cut was either too expensive (&lt;em&gt;16K, baby!)&lt;/em&gt; or that the accompanying settings were either too plain or too complicated. It was really tedious to walk under the blaring sun (&lt;em&gt;I could feel my mineral makeup melting and my legs laughing&lt;/em&gt;) Just as we were about to give up the search, we decided to give our last shot in the Delphi and boy, we found the perfect proposal ring at Fairy Incorporation, where they churn out customized rings according to the likes and characteristics of the recepient. This concept is rather interesting because you get to choose the diamond's cut and design the settings. The only downside is the price tag. It's common knowledge that customized stuff are usually more expensive. I did not like the idea that I am buying an expensive stuff like a diamond ring from an unheard brand...(&lt;em&gt;Yeah, call me anal&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Both Rightie and I proceeded to meet up with Adeline in front of Raffles Hotel before we went to have dinner at an authentic Thai eatery in Purvis Street. It was a good dinner - We had pandan chicken, pineapple rice, fried kale, black peppered squid and seafood tom yam soup accompanied by refreshing coconut and lime juice : D Rightie's boyfriend, Eric, met up with us after we finished our dinner and after he had finished his crabmeat fried rice and pandan chicken, we parted ways and both Adeline and I headed to Raffles City. After strolling around, we decided to hang around in O Cha Cha and sip macha-laced drinks : ) It was really great to catch up with Adeline after a long time. If not for time limitations, we could have done more catching-up. Well, I just have to wait till 8 May after she finished her exams ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We walked to the bus-stop in front of Esplanade where I took Bus 195 to Clarke Quay. I met up with both Match and Jan Jan at TCC and we spoke about the coming Paranormal Annual General Meeting that was to be held this Thursday evening. Fat Boy joined us after his work and we stayed till 1am before we went home. Oh, I had macha soya latte (&lt;em&gt;Antioxidants and soya protein are good for me!&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/3768653392927742479-7615344961501336688?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7615344961501336688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7615344961501336688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekends.html' title='The Weekends'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3096672646420735696</id><published>2009-04-16T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:38:56.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Some Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It sucks to know that all the efforts of maintaining that clear face go down the drain just after one freaking photography session! Despite a visit to Aunt Helen's last Tuesday, recovery is not as speedy as I thought : ( Despite digging out the freaking yellowish zits, I had lost that radiant blemish-free complexion that I had months back : ( (&lt;em&gt;What the fuck!)&lt;/em&gt; It doesn't help that that time of the month is approaching - I think I had better just hide at home : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh yeah, today is a good day - I had my DIY teatree oil facial (&lt;em&gt;I am not going to let my skin die on me&lt;/em&gt;) and a good dinner with Aunt Maddy and Fat Boy at Sushi Tei in Vivocity : ) We had oyako-don, yasai tempura, avocado maki, sashimi salad and handrolls. Dessert was matcha ice cream topped with red beans and yuzu sorbet : P~ We strolled around the huge mall before heading home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Met up with Sworn Sista in Sakae Sushi at Tiong Bahru Plaza last Tuesday. It had been quite sometime since we met for dinner. We spoke about my upcoming wedding, her husband's problems at work and her mother-in-law's marriage crisis. As there was seriously nothing much to stroll around in Tiong Bahru Plaza, I suggested popping by her house and say "hi" to her mom : ) Stayed till around 10pm and walked to the bus-stop (&lt;em&gt;Fat Boy was working till late that night, hence I had to go home myself&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for last Sunday, my family and I went tombsweeping at Choa Chu Kang and Bukit Brown cemetery. Though it was quite tedious standing under the hot sun and not to mention testing one's dexterity climbing over numerous tombstones, there was not a single word of complaint. We were fully aware that it was just a once a year event and everything we did was for the good of our dearly-missed departed. The best part of the day was standing around Daddy's lorry while tucking into deliriously-delicious curry chicken (&lt;em&gt;cooked by Aunt Maddy&lt;/em&gt;), chopped stewed duck and chicken with everybody, despite no proper utensils : D&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3096672646420735696?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3096672646420735696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3096672646420735696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6878568668730223534</id><published>2009-04-08T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:20:00.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Post-Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gee, it was 2 days of cell recovery for me - Went for facial to remove all the leftover gunk from my badly clogged pores the day before and had a good hair trim just now. Anyway, I am so damn relieved as my photoshoot is finally over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a long Monday for both Fat Boy and me. We woke up at 8am to wash up before popping by his house to get that white short which he felt was perfect for the photoshoot. We had a quick, but hearty breakfast of Ipoh chicken hor fan, 2 half-boiled Omega eggs, 2 slices of kaya toast and 2 cups of thick white coffee to kickstart the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I spent an hour and a half staring at the mirror while the makeup artist slapped on thick foundation, eye shadow, rouge and mascara on my face and tons of hairspray on my hair : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Nevertheless, I was very amazed to see the transformed me - I had double eyelids, zilch dark rings and my big pores were non-existent&lt;/em&gt;) Initially, I thought photoshooting was a simple affair. I was so damn wrong. We were at the mercy of the photographer, who was an eccentric guy who had this strange habit of sniggering : / We had to pose whatever he wanted us to and seriously, I had no idea how our pictures would turn out to be. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was really tedious jumping in and out of 5 fanciful costumes and waiting for the makeup artist to perform her magic on my face and hair, which I knew was seriously dying. I had wanted to rip off that thick layer of compounded foundation and powder &gt;: ( As if it was not bad enough, I had to experience wearing a damn heavy wedding gown with a 2 metre train while threading through a muddy pathway and overgrown grass. Besides that, I had to pose with a radiant and happy smile with commando mozzies buzzing around and waiting for a good opportunity to suck my blood &gt;: ( (&lt;em&gt;Fucking mozzies!)&lt;/em&gt; When I thought it was the end (&lt;em&gt;which I was so bloody wrong&lt;/em&gt;), I had to pose in a dilapitated house with falling bricks (&lt;em&gt;For beautiful effect later on&lt;/em&gt;) and on a plateau with overgrown grass (&lt;em&gt;I was bitten by fucking ants and I couldn't even bend and scratch my legs!&lt;/em&gt;) By the time the photoshoot session was over, both Fat Boy and I were almost dead with mozzie and ant bites, dehydration and fatigue. We had a quick dinner at Old Town Cafe before going back to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As for last Saturday, both Fat Boy and I went to Holiday Inn at Johor Bahru to have KFC for lunch before going to my usual nail parlour to have my manicure and pedicure. Dinner was at East Court in Jusco Tebrau - We had vinegar pig trotters, sweet and sour pork and onion omelette : ) We came back to Singapore and continued with the night at The Clinic. I was so happy to meet up with Adeline, Yam Gal, Isaac, Angie &amp;amp; Sunshine Boy! : D (&lt;em&gt;I was kinda annoyed by Adeline's suitor, Leo, though. Perhaps I am too conservative. I found him too aggressive&lt;/em&gt;) As it was not so conducive to continue chatting with the loud music and empty beer bottles lying around, we headed to Tong Shui at Bugis where we met up with AK, Nicole and Istari : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-6878568668730223534?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6878568668730223534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6878568668730223534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-photoshoot.html' title='Post-Photoshoot'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3853233440034122665</id><published>2009-03-30T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:07:12.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Everything For That Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;There are so many things I want to do after the photoshoot and the actual day! &gt;: ( (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Can you hear the calling of vanity..?&lt;/span&gt;) Oh yeah, I will be doing my wedding photoshoot this coming Monday. I have confirmed the 5 gowns for the photoshoot, bought a pair of shimmery-silver heels (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I had a choice of silver and white. I chose the former&lt;/span&gt;), went for a good seaweed wrap to extract toxins out of that fatty body and started to put on facial masks of Bodyshop's Teatree Oil Mask and my own DIY honey spread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;: D I must make sure nothing goes wrong on that sickening day! I must be a pretty bride on that bloody day! &gt;: ( It will be a damn bloody whole day event that starts from 10:30am (&lt;em&gt;Imagine how early I will have to wake up~&lt;/em&gt;!) to 6:30pm. I guess my hair and face would have withered and died from all the back-combing, hairspray and lousy cosmetics : / You must be thinking if I am shuddering (&lt;em&gt;to the extent of hyperventilation&lt;/em&gt;) at the mere thought of it eh? Fret not! I have already made appointments with Aunt Helen and Yvonne from Benz Hair Salon (&lt;em&gt;My new hairdresser!)&lt;/em&gt; on the following Tuesday and Wednesday respectively : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;I had wanted to straighten my hair after the photoshoot, but on second thought, it may be a better idea to do it after my actual day (&lt;em&gt;I do not want my straightened locks to be marred by my makeup artist and at the same time, I do not want to restrict the latter's creativity&lt;/em&gt;) Well, I just hope that my new hairdryer can stop those ugly kinks till I go for hair rebonding : ( (&lt;em&gt;So far so good, to date&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Fat Boy always thinks that I should have better things to worry than petty stuff like my face and hair. But hey, pot calling kettle black - he's trying hard to shed those excess pounds, especially those clamping tightly around his waist and to ensure his hair looks thicker on that day by taking Propecia : P He's not happy that he has only 2 suits for the photoshoot whereas I have 5 : P We went hysterical when we found zits appearing out from nowhere and hey, did I tell you that my face nearly went bonkers after using the Shu Umuera cleansing oil? I think it was too strong for my face hence tiny angry-looking boils laced along my face : ( (&lt;em&gt;I stopped using it ever since and my condition has improved&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gee, I intend to go jogging and put on my DIY honey mask after the 9pm show. Hahaha...I am a vain person and I am not embarrassed to announce to the whole world! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&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/3768653392927742479-3853233440034122665?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3853233440034122665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3853233440034122665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-for-that-photoshoot.html' title='Everything For That Photoshoot'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-150926770092040799</id><published>2009-03-22T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:51:29.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>A Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess life's much happier and simpler after leaving the dungeons of BGC : ) I have enough rest and there is no worry about not hitting any sales target and facing the evil boss and his lackeys! Yes! So what if it's Monday tomorrow? It's no longer blue for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last Wednesday evening, I met Rightie, Adeline and Amy at The Pasta Cafe in Takashimaya. Just as I was looking so forward to meeting them, I realized that I forgot to bring my mobile phone : ( Feeling exasperated, I frantically searched for a public phone and a 10 cent coin and called Adeline. She did not pick up and I had no choice, but to leave a voice message (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I was so damn praying hard that she would listen to it!&lt;/em&gt;) I walked into the cafe hoping that any one of them would have reached and called out to me (&lt;em&gt;My hopes were dashed when I did not see any familiar face&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As the minutes ticked away and after many sips of water, I got increasingly restless and decided to use the cafe's phone. Managed to get hold of Adeline and well, she managed to get Rightie and the rest is history : ) I was just so happy to see them again albeit the so-so pasta and pizza! Wonder when is the next gathering? : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for Thursday afternoon, Fat Boy, Aunt Maddy and I went to Johor Bahru. After having my usual must-drink white coffee, we headed to Printemps, where I tried the gowns for our photoshoot. Initially, I thought I would take the whole day to choose and try on the gowns, but to my surprise, I took only 2 hours! : ) Sweet, which means to say we had more time for other activities: After dinner of zi char, we went to Jusco Tebrau for grocery shopping. By the time we reached home, it was about 1am. Aunt Maddy was anxious to go to bed as she had work the next day : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I spent the whole of Friday surfing Facebook : P Fat Boy came home from work and we went to have claypot rice for dinner at Chinatown before meeting up with Sunshine Boy, Chloe and Claudia at Molly Malone's : ) It was good to see them again and well, as usual, hear their grievances (&lt;em&gt;What's new?) &lt;/em&gt;Yam Gal and Isaac arrived after their spa session and we surprised the birthday girl with a Royal Chocolate cake from Polar : ) (&lt;em&gt;She had another surprise from the house - a flaming Lamborghini&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday afternoon was spent Had dinner of Teochew porridge at Redhill with Fat Boy and we went to Parkway Parade after that. I bought a watermelon, 2 cataloupes and an hairdryer (&lt;em&gt;I guess I need a hairdyer to tame those kinks after all and the best thing was, it cost 11 bucks&lt;/em&gt;) Went to Loyang Tua Pekong to offer incense and met up with the SPI guys at Mr Bean for a short drink before we headed home : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to East Coast Park for jogging this afternoon and boy, I could feel the fats on my arms melting away (&lt;em&gt;I am trying to sound positive here&lt;/em&gt;) Both Fat Boy and I had fish soup and rice for dinner and though we shared half a watermelon just now, we are feeling hunger pangs at this very moment. Will we resist the urge to grab something to eat...? Stay tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-150926770092040799?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/150926770092040799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/150926770092040799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-life.html' title='A Simple Life'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7466159358409237110</id><published>2009-03-16T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:16:47.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Another Free Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;It's raining right now and wow, I simply love the sounds of raindrops pelting at every corner : D Had wanted to hide under my warm and toasty blanket, but thought that it might be good to drop a note before I do so : ) I am living life almost to how I want it to be right now - Doing the stuff that I want as and when and of course, waking up late : ) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, I just realised I look so much radiant as compared to months back&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday morning, I jostled Fat Boy out of slumber as I wanted to go to the airport and send Wynne and her Korean boyfriend, Myung Sub, off (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They had to go back to Japan to continue with their studies as their vacation was over&lt;/span&gt;) I was overwhelmed by sadness when I saw Wynne walk into the departure hall. I thought I would cry, but I did not (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess my attempts to console myself that she would be back in July helped&lt;/span&gt;) We left the airport and went home for breakfast before Fat Boy went to work at 10am and I, back to bed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I tell you that I woke him up at 6am?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, we, together with Aunt Maddy, went to JB after he finished his work. We went to Printemps to book dates for gown selection for our photoshoot as well as the photoshoot itself. After much bickering, we finally concluded the dates and went for dinner at HK Cafe after that. Aunt Maddy was so happy to have gone with us as she bought 2 pairs of sandals and 5 packets of putu mayam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Thursday, I blew 50 bucks at Loreal Private Sale at Le Meridien and bought a bottle of Shu Uemura Cleansing Oil and 2 tubes of Lancome's Juicy Pop. Yam Gal bought the same stuff as well as bottles of perfume : ) We proceeded to the IT Fair in Suntec and was awed by the crowd (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, didn't these people need to work? It was only 4pm!&lt;/span&gt;) We burned a big hole in our pockets when we couldn't resist the attraction of the cute Lenovo S10 and a 19-inch ViewSonic monitor. It was a day of great damage, but seriously, the netbook seems to have everything except CD-ROM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Friday, Fat Boy and I went to have an early dinner at Tan Quee Lan Street before walking around Bugis and Raffles City and settling down for a sweet mango dessert : ) We went home after that as I was feeling tired from all the walking and haggling from the previous day : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could sleep through the day on Saturday, but that plan dissipitated when the Malay masseuss called me : / She told me that she was available only at that timing and asked me to prepare myself (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boo&lt;/span&gt;) For 45 bucks, it was a value-for-money session - Besides kneading my fatty bits, she untied the knots of my tight muscles and shared with me many beauty and health tips : D After the whole session, I could feel that the fatty bits are more firmed up and till now, certain points of my body aches. I might consider getting her again soon, before my photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the SPI guys at Farmart before we went for recce at Baby Corpse Dumping Ground, Lim Chu Kang Junction and West Coast Park. It was a disappointment as we could not gather much findings and by the time both Fat Boy and I reached home, it was already 5am. &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/3768653392927742479-7466159358409237110?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7466159358409237110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7466159358409237110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-free-week.html' title='Another Free Week'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2926463951237281535</id><published>2009-03-09T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:02:34.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Free Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gee, I have no recollection what I have done last week. I seem to lose track of time (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps I have too much time on my plate : P&lt;/span&gt; ) Last Tuesday afternoon, I went to Aunt Helen's to do housekeeping on my face (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, after all the heavy makeup on my ROM day&lt;/span&gt;) and met up with Wynne after that. We went to Han's at Park Mall to have dinner as she was craving for Chinese cuisine. Fat Boy joined us after work and we had a great time catching up : ) We proceeded to TCC for post-dinner coffee while Fat Boy went to Carrefour to look at stuff for his car ; ) Well, girls' talk is definitely more interesting when guys are not around eh? ; P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynne met me at home the following day as she wanted to pay a visit to Gramps as well : ) Both of us proceeded to Benz Hair Salon at Change Alley to fix our hairdo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She went for an 80 buck treatment and snip whereas I went for a 26 buck trim&lt;/span&gt;) We strolled out of the salon feeling satisfied : ) As it was too early for her appointment with her best friend, I suggested we have coffee at Starbucks in One Fullerton : ) We continued with our girls' talk which also revolved family issues. It felt really great meeting up with her again. Unfortunately, she would be flying back to Japan this coming Wednesday ; ( We parted ways and the rest of the day was spent with Fat Boy strolling around Orchard Road. He was anxious to find a suit for our actual day : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Thursday, I met up with Sunshine Boy and Yvonne at Chevron House and we went to have dinner at Golden Cafe before heading to Nos, a KTV pub. Well, as much as I enjoyed the cheap and good beer, I was not comfortable with singing in such an open place (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess I am too used to singing in a confined square box : P&lt;/span&gt; ) Fat Boy came to pick me up after his gathering with his ex-colleagues at Holland Village and well, home sweet home : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday was spent sleeping the whole afternoon away : P I was awakened by Fat Boy's call in the late afternoon. He told me to wash up and get ready for his sister's birthday dinner. We would be heading to Golden Mile Complex to have steamboat! : D~ We had desserts, sang birthday songs and cut cake at Ah Chew in Tan Quee Lan Street after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Saturday, we had dinner at Botak Jone's in Depot Road, played bowling at Mount Faber, watched "Coming Soon" at Marina Square and had tea at HK Cafe before going home. By the time our heads touched the pillow, it was 5am. I was damn deadbeat~&lt;br /&gt;( - . - ) zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11am on Sunday and went to Margaret Drive to doggybag one whole steamed chicken, boiled kale in oyster sauce and 7 packets of steaming hot fragrant chicken rice : D~ (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a birthday treat to Daddy whose birthday is 3 March : )&lt;/span&gt; ) Watched some Korean drama serials and met up with Myung Sop, Wynne's Korean boyfriend. They came to our house as the former wanted to pay a visit to Gramps. He wanted us to know that he was sincere in wanting to be with Wynne too : ) The 4 of us left the house after 2 hours and we had fish and chips for dinner at Fishermen's Wharf (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't like the oily and mushy fish : (&lt;/span&gt; ) Went to Mediya to burn the excess calories before heading to Crazy Elephant to support Justin (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was the stand-in lead singer for the night&lt;/span&gt;) We left the place shortly as it was kinda boring - The long table and extremely loud music made it difficult for all of us to talk to one another : /&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/3768653392927742479-2926463951237281535?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2926463951237281535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2926463951237281535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-week.html' title='Free Week'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3113741455113427781</id><published>2009-03-05T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:56:24.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Life's Turning Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Last Friday was my last day with the company and I am so damn glad to leave the rotten place which is constantly filled with the foul air of politics : D Both Yam Gal and I left on the dot and we headed straight the nail parlour to fix our nails before meeting up with Sunshine Boy and the rest at Molly Malone's : ) By the way, before we even stepped out of the office, Jacintha cried like a shaken baby (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess nobody's going to help cover her ass anymore&lt;/span&gt;) Though I was excited to leave and not turn back to look at the office, I was starting to miss colleagues who were close to my heart, like Sunshine Boy, Claudia, Chloe, Jonathon, Justin, Adam :~(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was great to gather at Molly Malone's - We went crazy reading my last email, which was dedicated to every single one in the company, aloud and repeatedly : D~ We also joked about the few obnoxious people whose passion was to make life difficult for the rest. Food and drinks were not important that night. Camaraderie was : ) Well, god knows if we would have the chance to gather together again, hence, it was so damn important to utilize every single moment. We left at 11:30am as some of them had their own programs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just as well, I had to rest early for the next day : ) &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9am the following day. I was so excited that I did not have breakfast : P Fat Boy went to Raffles Place to collect my hand bouquet whereas I stayed at home to wait for the makeup artiste (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was recommended by Rightie : )&lt;/span&gt; ) Well, he was 15 minutes late and to be frank, he was chatty and friendly, which was good as I was put to ease : ) Halfway through the transformation to a beautiful bride, Adeline and Amy arrived and accompanied me : ) Rightie came afterwards and the 4 of us went to Zhou's Kitchen to overlook the table layout and seating arrangements. I was grateful that everybody turned up on time to shower both Fat Boy and me their blessings : ) I was very touched by Wynne's presence - She flew in from Japan just to attend this event and I shed tears of joy the moment I saw her (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;) The solemnization procedure went well and yes, I am no longer a miss, but a missus and a happy one too! : D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After solemnization, we proceeded to have lunch in the dining hall : ) Due to earlier pangs of heart-throbbing excitement and fatigue, I lost all appetite; hence, I went from table to table chatting and making sure that they were fine with the food. To heighten the atmosphere and satisfy everybody's curiosity, I unwrapped gifts on the spot. I was surprised by everybody's generosity - There were ang pows, a pair of crystal owls from Wynne, a limited edition Mickey and Minnie Mouse puzzle from Jan Jan and Match, red wine with a pair of glasses from Godpa and Godma, spa vouchers from Sworn Sista and her husband as well as a bouquet of lovely red roses from Rightie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed straight home to wash up and rest. It was damn troublesome taking out the hairpins from the hair and I was so worried about the damage the makeup would inflict on my estranged skin : ( I was also hungry and Aunt Maddy cooked Maggi mee for my empty tummy : P After resting for a while, both Fat Boy and I went to Kbox in Suntec City to meet up with AK, Jan Jan, Match, Nicole and Istari for a good crooning session, which ended at 2:30am. By the time we reached home, it was already 3:30am and instead of spending private time that everybody reminded us to have, we chose our beauty sleep : P&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/3768653392927742479-3113741455113427781?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3113741455113427781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3113741455113427781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/03/lifes-turning-point.html' title='Life&apos;s Turning Point'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4844105634939767093</id><published>2009-02-26T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:23:35.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>On Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am left with another day before I am freed from intensive boredom of surfing the Internet all day long in the dungeon (&lt;em&gt;But hey, what's the complaint? I am being paid, you know&lt;/em&gt;) : ) I am so glad to leave this bloody place, which is filled with the disgusting stench of politics, favouritism and backstabbing! Yes, another day and I am free~!~Be happy for me alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was on leave yesterday. Had wanted to come back to slack in the afternoon, but on second thoughts, what's the point? I did not apply for leave a week in advance and I assume that by taking urgent leave, regardless half or full day, the company will take it as a full day (&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be a bloody idiot by working for free)&lt;/em&gt; Well, being on leave yesterday didn't mean that I slept in. I woke up even earlier (&lt;em&gt;at 7:15am&lt;/em&gt;) for a good cause, of course - Fat Boy and I went to Registry of Marriages for document verification at 8:40am. We had to watch a boring "How to maintain your marriage" video while waiting for our turn (&lt;em&gt;Propaganda to get more Singaporeans to give birth eh?&lt;/em&gt;) I was glad that we settled everything within half an hour. We collected our un-endorsed marriage certificate and proceeded to Raffles Place for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Met up with Yam Gal and Isaac, Sunshine Boy and his gang at Chevron House before walking towards Golden Cafe for lunch. Had fried seafood vermicelli and iced barley water whereas Fat Boy had fried rice and Coke. It was a short session; I walked back to Chevron House with the gang whereas Fat Boy went off to work. It really fantastic of not having to go back to the dungeon after lunch : ) I spent my afternoon shopping for a hand bouquet for this Saturday as well checking out the rates for express manicure which both Yam Gal and I would be doing tomorrow : ) (&lt;em&gt;What a tai tai life~!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Feeling energetic, I walked from Raffles Place to Marina Square. Well, I enjoyed the scenery and the walk though it was hot. Afternoons can be so lazy. It's a luxury to spend afternoons doing things that one wants : ) I went for a good oil massage as well as cold wrap too (&lt;em&gt;I dozed off many times and wished that I was at home!&lt;/em&gt;) and went home afterwards. As for dinner, I had Aunt Maddy's leftover fried rice and Fat Boy, Maggi mee with egg and ham. Feeling full and tired, we went to take a short nap, only to wake up at 8:45pm : S (&lt;em&gt;We had insomnia later in the night&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As for tonight, I am going to attend Gramp's birthday dinner, together with Aunt Maddy, Aunt Linda, Bro and Fat Boy, at Crystal Jade in Ngee Ann City. I have brought along my camera; will definitely snap lotsa pictures : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4844105634939767093?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4844105634939767093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4844105634939767093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-leave.html' title='On Leave'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5246291659593842286</id><published>2009-02-23T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:40:17.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Rest &amp; Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Last weekend was rather fulfilling : ) Last Friday evening, Sunshine Boy, Yam Gal, Fat Boy and I had a quick dinner at the Marina Square Foodcourt before heading for a pint at Durty Nelly : ) I had my Guinness whereas Fat Boy had his mocktail (&lt;em&gt;Governor's Smile, this time&lt;/em&gt;) We ended the session when Isaac came to fetch Yam Gal home. Had wanted to suggest going for supper, but after seeing the former looking so exhausted, I gave up the idea and went home (&lt;em&gt;As for Sunshine Boy, he went to look for his friends afterwards. The night was too early for him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fat Boy, Sunshine Boy and I went to JB on Saturday morning (&lt;em&gt;Yam Gal and Isaac could not make it as the latter had soccer training in the afternoon&lt;/em&gt;) We had lunch at Old Town Cafe (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I had my Ipoh chicken hor fan and white coffee (gao)!&lt;/em&gt;) before proceeding to Printemps. I was so damn excited to try on the altered ROM dress, only to realize that I could not zip u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;They have missed out on the alteration : (&lt;/em&gt; ) Sensing my irritation, the wedding coordinator tried to ease me by assuring that everything could be settled within a couple of minutes and to my surprise, she managed to deliver. However, it felt loose on the 1st try and I looked like an undergrown kid. The 2nd try was better, but it was loose at the bust. The catch: I had to choose hanging boobs or be seen fatty bits and pieces drooping at the bust area : O I chose the latter as I felt that it was not as obvious : / I collected the altered ROM dress with some hair accessories and jewellery within half an hour and I even bought a pair of golden heels to go along with it! Yeah, I am almost ready - To complete the preparation, I need to paint my nails at Holiday Inn Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I chose black for my nails as I did not want to look too corny and "camouflaged" : / We went to Sin Ma Accessories after that as I wanted to see what I could get to complement the dress. However, instead of me buying, it was Sunshine Boy, who spent half an hour choosing his ring (&lt;em&gt;He believed that the ring would prevent him from losing wealth&lt;/em&gt;) : / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Feeling hungry, we proceeded to Jusco Tebrau to have Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner. It was fantastic tearing the tender and juicy chicken thigh apart with black fingernails (&lt;em&gt;Yes, I am pyschotic&lt;/em&gt;) We went grocery shopping afterwards and were surprised to see a box of 6 bottles of bird nest with white fungus in rock sugar priced at RM8.88! We bought it without hesistation and gobbled the sugar solution on the spot : ) We also went for an hour half Thai body massage at Tesco, which is opposite Jusco Tebrau. Though it was not as classy as the one at Thai Odyssey, I was satisfied with the masseuss's skills : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;As for Sunday, both Fat Boy and I did something different from the usual rest and relax regime. After breakfast at MacDonald's, we headed for the HSBC Treetop Walk, which is between Venus Drive and MacRitchie Reservoir. It was rather fun walking and talking at the same time and we managed to find the metal bridge, which was in the midst of thick vegetation, after an hour. It was kind of disappointment as it was seriously nothing much : / As we were continued to walk for a couple of minutes, it started to pour and we had no choice but to continue walking : / I was drenched all over and it was not a pleasant feeling (&lt;em&gt;I was so damn cold!)&lt;/em&gt; We finally reached a ranger station thinking that there might be food and drinks, but there was none. I was so damn pissed off (&lt;em&gt;It was really nothing like that of Sentosa!)&lt;/em&gt; Fat Boy found some plastic sheets and he made us ponchos : ) We continued to walk through the pouring rain before we reached to our car : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We went home to wash up, nap for a while before going dinner with Aunt Maddy and Bro - We had steaming hot bak kut teh at Alexandra Village! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305888733271477282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SaJNsOxkzCI/AAAAAAAAMOQ/9iScbvTntEA/s200/n564657147_1372344_3166.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tada! Pretty in pink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-5246291659593842286?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5246291659593842286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5246291659593842286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/rest-relax.html' title='Rest &amp; Relax'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SaJNsOxkzCI/AAAAAAAAMOQ/9iScbvTntEA/s72-c/n564657147_1372344_3166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2103351206024968541</id><published>2009-02-20T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:10:32.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Bitch Slap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bitch slap! How disgusting can one be...? I am so glad that I am going to leave this rotten and politics-filled place soon! Going to do hand-over with her at 5pm later on. Wish me, or rather her, all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. It's a sooner or later thing that you will assume the role and somebody new will take it away from you, somehow and someday. Regardless, I wish you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rgds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hi Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you do not know, I am not the teamlead. Anyway, I am simply a pawn in the whole scheme of things, someone who will follow instructions. If I have crossed your toes in any way, I apologise. I have not gossiped about anyone in this company in a negative way or send out any mass email talking bad about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we will do the handover at 5pm later. Will try to finish by 6pm so that you can leave on the dot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rgds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sophie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hi Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of person you are, I'm sure you know it yourself. I do not have to tell you what kind of person you are. Whatever it is, congrats that you have moved to be the teamlead after my departure. As for the handover, isn't up to you to ensure it's smooth? I have no say, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rgds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hi Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand that I did not double-cross you. I have to inform him as I am doing the handover. I hope you understand that I am the middle person between you and him. I simply informed him. I did not tell him that it is wrong of you to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish you all the best in your future endeavours and I am sure you will ensure that the handover be smooth later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Sophie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2103351206024968541?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2103351206024968541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2103351206024968541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitch-slap.html' title='Bitch Slap!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-40924760583444418</id><published>2009-02-19T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:24:22.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Normal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Though it's utter stupidity to report to work by just surfing the Internet, I am happy to spend more time with Sunshine Boy, Yam Gal, Adam and the others : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yesterday, I left the office on the dot and met up with Fat Boy, who was waiting nearby : ) Together, we drove to Old Town Cafe at East Coast Park to have dinner. I had my usual Ipoh chicken horfan and white coffee, whereas Fat Boy had his nasi pandang and ice-blended coffee. We headed straight home after that to rest before donning our T-shirts, shorts and running shoes (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, he needs to burn off that tummy!)&lt;/em&gt; Argh!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It was really tough hitting onto the pavement due to inertia (&lt;em&gt;an euphemism for laziness. We could have slacked in front of the tube&lt;/em&gt;). However, once momentum set in, we were running like nobody's business to the extent I wanted to run another 200m, but I decided not to as I was afraid that I might injure myself : / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;After washing up, I picked up the &lt;a href="http://www.skinfood.sg/beta/product.php?catid=9&amp;amp;subid1=38&amp;amp;subid2=28"&gt;Green Tea Facial Mask&lt;/a&gt;, which I bought from Skin Food, from my shopping stash (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, to reward myself for exercising&lt;/em&gt;) and started to smear green gooey gunk onto my desperate face (&lt;em&gt;Due to hormonal imbalance, I realized that my pores were clogged with yellow shitty-looking stuff)&lt;/em&gt; I had wanted to leave it on for 15 minutes (&lt;em&gt;though the instruction given was 5 minutes&lt;/em&gt;) but the stench got so bad that I had to wash it off after 10 minutes : ( The product was superb - My face felt squeaky clean and bright after that : D I went to bed after my drama serial ended. As for Fat Boy, he couldn't sleep due to caffine overload (&lt;em&gt;Not sure what he did before he sleep : P&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;As for today, I am going home after work to meet up with him and we will go for a simple dinner before resting and going jogging again (&lt;em&gt;Yes, we are determined to look good on that day!)&lt;/em&gt; Looking forward to tomorrow's events - Will be having dinner with Sunshine Boy and Yam Gal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;: D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304419005745736850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SZ0U-1FOLJI/AAAAAAAAMN4/REQ4X_1_jSc/s200/Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy me, happy him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304418307720674002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SZ0UWMvE-tI/AAAAAAAAMNg/iW9asgYAwb0/s200/Image019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;What the fuck the jogger is looking at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-40924760583444418?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/40924760583444418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/40924760583444418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/normal-day.html' title='Normal Day'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SZ0U-1FOLJI/AAAAAAAAMN4/REQ4X_1_jSc/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1135485587510621341</id><published>2009-02-18T15:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:16:20.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>What A Waste Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe that I can surf the Net consecutively for 7 hours! I am so damn bored weaving in and out of Facebook, SPI forum, OnlyLady, Bonito Chico, Yahoo! mail and SingaporeBrides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: ( (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I do have a choice of searching candidates for the other consultants, but I refused to. What's the fucking point?)&lt;/em&gt; Some fucking idiot actually had the cheek to ask me to search for an M&amp;amp;A candidate from my database and I simply brushed her off with a monotonous reply of "I will send to you if I have" (&lt;em&gt;As if! Dream on, bitch! Dream on!)&lt;/em&gt; By the way, the useless Boss asked me to send him my entire list of clients with their contacts and other details like how to handle them and stuff like that by today 5pm. Feeling the urge to challenge him (&lt;em&gt;in hope of invoking an heart attack&lt;/em&gt;), I told him that I would churn the bloody list by the end of the week and of course, it was a "no" on his side : P (&lt;em&gt;Who cares?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please prepare your entire client list and BNF I’s clients, they will include Adeline’s, Daniel and Jerome’s as well. The rates that the clients has signed, who to liaise with and how to liaise with the clients, the kind of positions the client has given or will always give. Basically the full details of all the clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a list of all your clients and their details by tomorrow 18 Feb 2009. Including your telemarketing list as well. Housekeep your database of candidates and sort them out properly. Remember to chase for the payment from those outstanding invoices, call the clients personally as well as send them the emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan Chew&lt;br /&gt;Senior Manager (Asia Pacific)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so glad to be able to leave this shitty company soon. With such a lousy and incapable leader, I doubt the company will even survive, what's more flourish? I believe things will get only better after I leave (&lt;em&gt;Have experienced rock bottom, what could be worse?) &lt;/em&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday evening, after a meaty dinner of bak kut teh at Suntec City, we went home and Fat Boy suggested waxing his car with his newly bought AutoGlym products (&lt;em&gt;He could burn excess calories too&lt;/em&gt;) Though I did not lift a finger as it was the time of the month, he did not mind me watching him dousing the car with water, applying liquid wax onto the car as well as buffing the hardened wax away : ) The chore was completed an hour and a half and he felt so satisfied when he saw his car sparkling away : ) We went home and washed up before going to bed (&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I missed the last episode of my drama serial&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's going to be 5pm, God knows what he would want next after receiving the clientele list : ( I just hope that he would just pay off the rest of my notice period, else it would be bad for both me and him. Me, in a sense that I would be wasting time instead of sleeping at home and doing my own stuff. Him, in a sense that I would kill the morale of the other consultants. Who suffers more? You tell me? ; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/3768653392927742479-1135485587510621341?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1135485587510621341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1135485587510621341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-waste-of-time.html' title='What A Waste Of Time'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-8007929441901864601</id><published>2009-02-16T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:26:43.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Weekend Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I finally did the deed today - Threw in the letter in the morning and well, I received no reply from him (&lt;em&gt;Did he expect this would definitely happen, just that if it was a sooner or later thingy?&lt;/em&gt;) I asked Yam Gal why he did not reply and she told me that he emailed her instead; and he had wanted to know my reason for wanting to leave as well as if I had wanted to offset my 2-week notice period with my 21 days of leave (&lt;em&gt;I would be insane if I said "yes"!&lt;/em&gt;) What turned me off was that since I was the involved party, why didn't he ask me directly? Did he know that he portray himself as a coward by asking a 3rd party to ask me? Anyway, I am so glad that I am going to leave this rotten company in 2 weeks' time. God bless those who are still struggling to survive in the bowels of the organization!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Last Friday evening, Fat Boy brought me to have Peranakan cuisine at the Peranakan Inn &amp;amp; Lodge in East Coast Road. It was something different from the usual medium-rare steak and red wine : ) We had sambal kang kong, sambal sotong in banana leaf, babi ponteh, ayam buah keluak, seluar fish topped with sambal chilli (&lt;em&gt;It felt very homely and comforting to the tummy : )&lt;/em&gt; ) We strolled along the shophouses before purchasing a couple of Kim Choo rice dumplings home (&lt;em&gt;I love bak chang!&lt;/em&gt;) We went home to play a few rounds of poker cards with Gramps while watching TV before turning in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I chose to ignore the alarm when it rang at 9am on Saturday morning. It was only after a couple of snoozes that I reluctantly crept out of bed to wash up and get ready for our JB trip : / (&lt;em&gt;JB is really like Singapore to me. We seem to go there almost every weekend&lt;/em&gt;) As usual, we had lunch at Old Town Cafe. I am so hooked onto their Ipoh Chicken Hor Fan and White Coffee (Gao) - simply means thick : D~ We proceeded to Printemps only to realize that we had got the dates wrongly (&lt;em&gt;I was only supposed to try on and collect the altered ROM dress next Saturday. Boo&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We strolled around the shopping mall for a while before driving around (&lt;em&gt;and getting lost&lt;/em&gt;) JB. We finally settled for seafood dinner at Taman Seri Tebrau - Had stir-fried kale, chilli crab, pork ribs and sweet and sour fish. I was so damn full and tired that we went home to watch TV (&lt;em&gt;Well, we are TV lovers : P &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As for yesterday, after brunch of wanton noodles, I told Fat Boy that I want to go Treetop Walk at MacRitchie Reservoir to get in touch with Nature. He agreed and suggested we have a short nap first. However, we were so engrossed being in slumberland that we missed the timing (&lt;em&gt;We woke up at 4pm, which was too late for the 1 hour half walk!)&lt;/em&gt; That feeling of regret dissipitated the moment we plopped onto the sofa and watch TV (&lt;em&gt;again and again...)&lt;/em&gt; We went for zi char dinner at a coffeeshop in Holland Village and visit Aunt Auring, who had a stroke a couple of weeks back, at her house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guess that sums up the activities over the weekend : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-8007929441901864601?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8007929441901864601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8007929441901864601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-activities.html' title='Weekend Activities'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2612948103369205347</id><published>2009-02-13T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:47:03.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward To...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is finally Friday! While typing this entry, my body is aching all over - Yeah, I went jogging yesterday night and I guess it has been a long time since I last jogged and the system is unable to adapt to the rigourous training (&lt;em&gt;Training?! I wonder. Hmmm...: P&lt;/em&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knocked off early yesterday. I was already at home waiting for dinner at 6:30pm (&lt;em&gt;What's the point of staying back late when the heart's no longer with the company?)&lt;/em&gt; Fat Boy came home at about 6:45pm and after changing into comfy attire, we walked to Queensway Shopping Centre to have curry chicken with rice ; D~ (&lt;em&gt;That was why I went jogging yesterday!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As for Wednesday evening, I met up with Ping at Cityhall MRT station platform before we made our way to Ang Mo Kio hub to catch up with Pat. We had dinner at Dian Xiao Er and I must say that the food was so-so - We had roasted duck drenched in some herbal broth, stir-fried kale drizzled with lime juice and salted fish bits, sweet and sour deep-fried pork cutlet and fried noodles with chopped mushroom. We proceeded to have bubble tea after dinner and we started to talk about husbands (&lt;em&gt;for them&lt;/em&gt;) and husband-to-be (&lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt;), bridal packages, banquets, HDB flats and so on. It is indeed great to exchange information especially when you are in the situation and it so happens that we are in the same process of setting up a new life with our Significant Others : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I am in a dilemma whether to throw in the resignation letter today or next Monday. Well, it's no longer a matter of "if", but "when"! It doesn't help that Yam Gal is on leave today - Wooo...I need moral support ( T . T ) Let me dwell on it first and the most sickening thing is that offers are starting to flood in. Arghhh! I am not going to care anymore! Alright, Monday shall be it! I am going to enjoy my pre-Valentine day tonight! Fat Boy said that he would bring me to have Nyonya cuisine at East Coast (&lt;em&gt;Think he's still hooked onto "Little Nyonya" How not to be when Jeanette Aw's so pretty in that show?)&lt;/em&gt; Well, though I quite like the Nyonya dishes that I had in Melaka, they did not change my impression that Nyonya cuisine is very "lemak" (&lt;em&gt;very rich in coconut milk&lt;/em&gt;) and this is something I want to avoid right now because I am going to try on the altered ROM dress tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are so many happy things happening in my life right now. I am so looking forward to each and every of them! Behold! 2 more weeks before ROM! Time to get into shape! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2612948103369205347?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2612948103369205347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2612948103369205347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking Forward To...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7645908188316674707</id><published>2009-02-09T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:42:45.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>One-Time Insomniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It's coming to 2am and I am still very much wide-awake (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slept too much in the day...&lt;/span&gt;) Well, it used to be a sleeping routine for me when I was still studying. That was when I had abundant time for myself (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I miss those days!&lt;/span&gt;) Woke up at 9am this morning to wash and doll up before taking Bus 196 to Suntec City with Fat Boy to meet Yam Gal and Isaac for breakfast (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I simply love MacDonald's Sausage McMuffin with Egg...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the bus home to be in time to fetch Gramps and the rest for lunch at Crystal Jade Restaurant in Ngee Ann City : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She loves the food there : ) &lt;/span&gt;) We had steamed cod fish with tau pok, roasted duck drizzled with curry sauce, steamed scallops topped with garlic, stir-fried kale, garlic porkribs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;) as well as some dim sum dishes like pork porridge, pan-fried carrot cake with bacon bits and egg tarts! It was a hearty lunch because I didn't feel like eating anything afterwards, but I was wrong : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, Aunt Maddy suggested dropping by Zi Yean restaurant at Lengkok Bahru to purchase a box of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yu sheng&lt;/span&gt; home&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;since everybody was present for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lo hei &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we did and we felt fuller than usual. Argh!&lt;/span&gt;) As I was totally tired from all the eating, I quickly washed up and hopped into bed. Guess I need sleep more than anything else. What was supposed to be a short nap turned out to be a long one - I woke up at 8pm and watched "Poisedon" while tucking into porridge with sesame-and-chilli-oil-soaked beancurd cubes and runny egg drizzled with dark soya sauce (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooohhh...my love&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last Saturday, Fat Boy and I went to Johor Bahru to select my ROM dress. I was so excited when I saw the 4 dresses that the wedding coordinator had prepared for me. The 1st dress was the common shimmery ROM dress that every bride wears and to be frank, my excitement dipped : / It looked nice, but I felt that it was too long for me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything that goes beyond the knees is mumsy&lt;/span&gt;) As for the 2nd dress, it was nice with its shimmer and design, but its cut was too A-line that it looked 2D : / I liked the design of the 3rd dress, but too bad, it was in dirty-green and there was no room for consideration as I couldn't zip up : ( As for the last dress which was in lavender, I didn't choose it as it gave the visual effect of me being pregnant. Feeling undaunted, I requested to look at more dresses which were stashed in the wardrobe. A fuschia pink dress with gold trimmings caught my eye and I requested to try it and....Bingo! I felt as if it was tailormade for me albeit size discrepancy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No issue as the wedding coordinator said that it could be fixed : )&lt;/span&gt; ) I am going to Primtemps on the following Saturday to try on the altered fuschia pink dress and if everything runs smoothly, I am going to bring it home : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday evening, I had a small dinner gathering with Fat Boy, Rightie, Adeline, Claudia and Sunshine Boy at Oosters. We had fruity brew, mussels cooked in spicy tomato broth and white wine broth, fried pork knuckle and mixed platter which was nothing interesting, but shocking with lotsa french fries (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who the hell would want to pay 41 bucks for bloody french fries and a couple of croquettes and sausages?&lt;/span&gt;) Though the session ended short, I was truly happy to catch up with both Rightie and Adeline; not that we do not communicate via email on a daily basis, but it is always much better to see them face-to-face and to give occasional cuddles? ; ) *Muakz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &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/3768653392927742479-7645908188316674707?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7645908188316674707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7645908188316674707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-time-insomniac.html' title='One-Time Insomniac'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7305235929194087102</id><published>2009-02-06T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:46:45.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Friday, Fried?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Another boring day at work - I refused to do anything except for surfing Internet. What's the point of searching high and low for candidates when I am going to tender my resignation letter next Friday? The commission's not going to be in my pocket anyway ; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As for yesterday, I skipped the ridiculous daily sales debrief because I found it absolutely redundant. What's the point of having to feign enthusiasm in front of a pack of backstabbers? I left on the dot and met Fat Boy at Marina Square : ) We had a quick dinner at Han's (&lt;em&gt;I had fried vermicelli whereas he had the silverfish fried rice topped with a sunny side-up&lt;/em&gt;) and we proceeded to My Humble House at The Esplanade (&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, for another round of negotiation with regards to the wedding banquet &gt;: ( &lt;/em&gt;) Fat Boy fought tooth and nail for another barrel of Tiger beer and 6 bottles of red wine to be thrown into the package and the catering sales executive relented after 30 minutes (&lt;em&gt;Guess he was too tired to say "no&lt;/em&gt;") : ) We paid the deposit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and I was relieved that we finally confirmed the wedding banquet (&lt;em&gt;The bulk of any wedding&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Feeling lethargic, we went home, washed up, rested abit before embarking on his sales quotation homework. As he was slow in typing, I offered to do data entry for him while he did his quotations. In no time, we got the job done and we went to bed : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The time now is 3:08pm. Another 3 hours to go before I can get out of this rotten place : ( I am so damn looking forward to running out of here to hold a glass of ice cold pint and to meet my beloved friends whom I have not seen for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-7305235929194087102?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7305235929194087102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7305235929194087102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-fried.html' title='Friday, Fried?'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5068353913381391462</id><published>2009-02-05T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:28:05.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>My Pursue For Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The alarm rang at the usual 7:23am and after hitting the snooze button 5 minutes later, I reluctantly jumped out of bed and after offering incense to my late Grandfather, I was about to walk into the bathroom when my devil struck me (&lt;em&gt;Why bother to be so hardworking when you are going to leave soon?)&lt;/em&gt; I went back to bed happily, but not before I sent a text message to Yam Gal to report absence : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was awakened by Yam Gal's text message at 10:20am - She asked me if I would like her to download my mails (&lt;em&gt;Hell yeah, my mailbox is constantly full due to its damn pathetic size&lt;/em&gt;) I logged into the company's webmail and began deleting redundant resumes before I made my way to the doctor's (&lt;em&gt;Trust me, I had wanted to walk into the doctor's room and demand an MC without having to fake illness : /&lt;/em&gt;) Waited for 20 minutes before I got to see the doctor and I told her that my throat felt itchy and dry. I got out of the room 5 minutes later (&lt;em&gt;Guess she saw through me&lt;/em&gt;) and spent another 10 minutes for the cough mixture, flu pills and lozenges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;: /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went home to enjoy precious me-time before stepping out of the house at 1:30am. Took Bus 196 to Marina Square where I had my 2 hours of oily massage and cold wrap (&lt;em&gt;It has been a long time since I had my wrap, hence, it felt especially bone-chilling when the solution-soaked bandages stuck onto my skin&lt;/em&gt;) I felt light and happy when I exited the salon : D My next stop was at Aunt Helen's (&lt;em&gt;The pursue for beauty is neverending&lt;/em&gt;) Took a train to Somerset MRT station and reached her place at 5pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was a painful session with her digging into my pores and squeezing yellowish-looking and sticky gunk out of every single of them (&lt;em&gt;The downside of having oily skin&lt;/em&gt;) I guess my pain tolerance was high because I did not scream : P The best part of having facial is the mask - It made me doze off within minutes and I assume it was doing its job by extracting dirt and healing wounds eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I left Aunt Helen's with a beautiful mood and I met up with Fat Boy. Together, we went to have scissors cut curry rice : D~ I had my usual curry chicken wing, soya-sauced tau pok, fried beansprouts and cabbage and I absolutely love it! Though it was still early, we headed home and on the way to the carpark, we saw crowds at Tiong Ghee Temple and we decided to check it out as well as to offer incense. We went home after that and played a few rounds of poker card with Gramps while watching TV : D Well, I won 20 bucks from the both of them : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-5068353913381391462?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5068353913381391462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5068353913381391462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-pursue-for-beauty.html' title='My Pursue For Beauty'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5943290622831092641</id><published>2009-02-02T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:45:59.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>The Weekends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today marks the end of the back-to-back public holidays (&lt;em&gt;Christmas and Chinese New&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Year&lt;/em&gt;) that we thoroughly enjoyed. Yeah, it's time to get back to serious business : / (&lt;em&gt;What the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt;) It makes me wonder how to tune to work mode - I seriously have zero mood to even edit resumes, what's more hit high sales? (&lt;em&gt;Heck it, man...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Friday evening, I had company dinner at Cherry Garden in Mandarin Oriental Hotel (&lt;em&gt;See? My Friday was burnt) &lt;/em&gt;If not for Yam Gal and Sunshine Boy, I contemplated not attending at all. The food was seriously bad except for the &lt;em&gt;yu sheng&lt;/em&gt; and shark's fin soup (&lt;em&gt;and that also happened to be the killer, with loads of cornstarch!)&lt;/em&gt; I really don't fancy delicacies that are multi-coated with cornstarch and MSG, despite looking oh-so-delicious. We left the hotel feeling so damn bloated &lt;em&gt;(...and it left me phobic of meat for the next few days&lt;/em&gt;) Though it was a bad idea to down beer on bloated intestines, the need to chill with some ice cold was overwhelming - We headed to Alleybar for some booze and lotsa gossip ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As for last Saturday, Fat Boy and I went to Johor Bahru to shop for a wedding package. Initially, our plan was to take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.dawnswedding.com.my/"&gt;Dawn's Wedding&lt;/a&gt; after lunch, but the colourful decor at Printemps caught my eye, hence, we strolled into the artsy looking bridal boutique instead ; ) After browsing through the many portfolios and much negotiation for a better price and more items, we decided to go for it and paid a small deposit before heading to the movies : ) (&lt;em&gt;Yay!) &lt;/em&gt;Our Saturday night did not end there, we met up with the SPI guys for beer at Bali House in Orchard Road back in Singapore ; P However, we did not join them for supper at Liang Seah Street as we thought sleep would be much preferred (&lt;em&gt;How to gorge at 3am?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As for yesterday, I woke up at 11am as I had to get ready for Sworn Sista's arrival. Despite our watered-down relationship, we continued with the annual house-visiting practice as if nothing had changed : / Fat Boy and I reached home at 3pm and we quickly had our 40 winks before going to Godpa's house for dinner : D (&lt;em&gt;Too bad it was a Sunday, hence everybody left before 10pm&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As if it was a non-working day the following day, we played poker cards with Gramps who won 11 bucks from us &gt;: ( We only slept at 1:30am because it was unhealthy to sleep with a full tummy! (&lt;em&gt;Fat Boy was hungry and cooked abalone-flavoured noodles and I was so tempted by the aroma that I drank lotsa MSG-laden soup!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/3768653392927742479-5943290622831092641?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5943290622831092641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5943290622831092641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekends.html' title='The Weekends...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-710931143220435615</id><published>2009-01-27T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:20:34.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! Today is Day 2 and I have just woken up, bright and cheery, despite sleeping at 4:20am this morning - I caught the 1.25am slot for "The Wedding Game" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The show was pure flat albeit the hoo-ha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Chinese New Year Eve, I popped by Fat Boy's house for a reunion lunch of steamboat (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't want to go as I would prefer to have lunch at my own place anytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But since Fat Boy insisted...&lt;/span&gt;) I was so full from boiled prawns and pig liver that my system was congested - I felt so damn tired that I couldn't be too bothered about image. I took a short nap at his place and hey, that was the first time I slept on his bed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you believe it?!&lt;/span&gt;) I woke up feeling very groggy and sick because my head was spinning and my neck was ultra stiff; it was due to indigestion and his memory foam pillow (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too hard for my comfort..&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway, we went back home together for reunion dinner at my place and after watching some TV, we embarked on our temple tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Tiong Ghee Temple (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The main deity was Kwan Gong&lt;/span&gt;) which was a stone's throw from my block. We came back to watch the annual New Year variety show before going to Loyang Tua Pek Gong to offer incense. It was very crowded and it was very hard to move around with joss sticks in hand. I was so afraid of burning other devotees and of course being burnt : / Anyway, due to great perserverance, we succeeded in planting joss sticks in the urn of every deity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; : D Our last stop was at Kwan Yin Temple in Waterloo Street - As it was literally impossible to offer incense due to the very chaotic situation, we just placed our hands together and prayed : ) As we were about to go home, Fat Boy bought a packet of vegetarian vermicelli for supper and it was indeed delicious : D~ (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I was starved from all the activity&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As for Day 1, we woke up at 12 noon and after realizing how late it was, we quickly washed and dressed up, lest there were visitors : / I went to Fat Boy's house again and together with his family members, we went to the Fortune God temple in Sembawang (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His dad loves going there as he always strikes 4D by offering incense to the resident deities&lt;/span&gt;) before heading to the Kwan Yin Temple in Waterloo Street (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This time round, we managed to plant a joss stick in the urn&lt;/span&gt;) We bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yu sheng&lt;/span&gt; at our favourite Chinese restaurant before rushing home for dinner : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched "The Little Nyonya Big Reunion" before playing cards with Gramps. Just as she was on a winning streak, Uncle Stanley called to say that his first wife was admitted to hospital for stroke. We rushed to Tan Tock Seng Hospital to see if there was anything we could help, but too bad, we couldn't see how Aunt Aurin was (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, due to rules and regulations...&lt;/span&gt;) We met up with my cousin and we drove her to Yishun to pack some clothings before coming back. Though her initial plan was was to stay at our place for a night, she thought it might be better to stay in the hospital to accompany her mother : / After she left with Aunt Maddy, we proceeded with our movie, which we had booked tickets in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine for Aunt Aurin and my cousin and well, life is short. I guess it's really important to live happily every single day. Don't you think so? Once again, Happy New Year : ) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to wash up lest there are visitors later on!&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/3768653392927742479-710931143220435615?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/710931143220435615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/710931143220435615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-8515740039634438731</id><published>2009-01-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:17:06.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Social Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Did some light running with Fat Boy and Boyboy just now. It has been such a long time since I jogged, hence it was kind of tough : / (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resistance eh?&lt;/span&gt;) To reward myself for the jog and for surviving at work today, I slapped some tea tree oil facial mask onto my face (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity, thy name is woman!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday evening, both Fat Boy and I met up with Sworn Sista and her husband at Chinatown. We had claypot rice for dinner and we bustled through the noisy but happy crowd at the night market : D Though we did not buy anything (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything looked the same from stall to stall&lt;/span&gt;), we managed to absorb the happy atmosphere (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despite the doom and gloom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the economy&lt;/span&gt;) It was really tiring trying to squeeze through the crowd of warm and sweaty bodies : ( We went to Maxwell Market to rest our aching legs and to have a drink before calling it a day : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6:15am on Saturday morning for the bloody quarterly sales workshop &gt;: ( I reached Oriental Hotel with a super long face and I must say I was rather passive about the whole session (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who cares about his 3-month plans? It was really time-wasting&lt;/span&gt;) I thought the best part of such workshops is the buffet lunch after that, but guess what? Lunch was not buffet-style at all - It was just set lunch of chicken soup, pan-fried seabass and tiramisu : / I headed straight home after that to wash up and catch a couple of hours of beauty sleep before meeting up with the SPI guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at a coffeeshop in Zion Road. We had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; zi char&lt;/span&gt; of fried prawns in pumpkin sauce, prawn rolls, steamed fish ala Hong Kong style, spinach tofu cubes, marmite pork, seafood hor fan, sambal kang kong and fried pork knuckles! : D~ Feeling very full, we went to Chinatown night market to stroll and to absorb the happy atmosphere (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again!&lt;/span&gt;) We proceeded to 汤水, a Hong Kong cafe in Zion Road (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again!&lt;/span&gt;) to rest and relax. At about 1:30am, just as I thought we were going to part ways, one of them suggested prawn fishing at Taman Jurong! As I had never tried prawn fishing, I was excited about the idea and we went ahead with it : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn fishing requires lots of patience. Some of them did not catch even one damn prawn after 3 hours : / I was lucky; I caught about 5 prawns (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dammit! They do not cost 30 bucks!&lt;/span&gt;) and was the prawn fisherman that night : ) We went breakfast at MacDonald's after that and by the time we reached home and washed up, it was 7am (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arghhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept till 1:15pm until Aunt Maddy woke me up for lunch : P Lunch was mixed veggie rice of stir-fried cabbage and curry chicken (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;) Watched some television and went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;: P (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes, I can sleep alot!&lt;/span&gt;) I woke up at 6:15pm for dinner - Steamboat at Golden Mile Complex  : D~ As if we were not full from steamboat and half a chicken, we even went to Tiong Bahru Market to have desserts (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunt Maddy really has a sweet tooth!&lt;/span&gt;) before we went home to prepare for the next day : /&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/3768653392927742479-8515740039634438731?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8515740039634438731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8515740039634438731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/01/social-peak.html' title='Social Peak'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7265913107744313773</id><published>2009-01-14T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:56:49.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Daily Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have been rotting in the office these few days. There is really nothing much to do except for editing a few resumes and surfing Facebook (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lost the drive in bringing sales for the company. All I hope for is to just cross my minimum sales target and of course, for January to come to an end&lt;/span&gt;) I guess I have reached my limit and I believe there is really no point in slogging my guts out for somebody whom I've lost respect for : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out of the office at 6:10pm together with Yvonne and the new girl, Christine and we took the train together to Queenstown MRT station before we went separate ways. Met up with Fat Boy before we went home, changed into comfortable home clothes and went out again to have dinner, which was curry chicken with rice : ) We walked around Anchorpoint after that and browsed through magazines at Times The Bookshop. Feeling groggy from all the reading, we went home and here we are, fighting Literati - Whoever who loses the game must treat the other to "Ong Bak 2" and dinner &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have recruited Amy, Rightie and Adeline to be part of my wedding entourage. I have yet to ask Yam Gal as she is on MC today : ) Sworn Sista will not be joining as she does not know anybody in the team : / As much as I want her to be part of it, I understand that she will not be comfortable and I guess the most important thing is that everybody must be happy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I understand how it feels to be with people whom I cannot click!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is drawing nearer and well, both Fat Boy and I will be going to Humble House at Esplanade to confirm the details and once it is done, we will proceed with the wedding package and so on. It will be going to be an exciting affair! : D Stay tune!&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/3768653392927742479-7265913107744313773?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7265913107744313773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7265913107744313773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-life.html' title='Daily Life'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-617687426787385589</id><published>2009-01-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:50:32.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing happening today - Slept most of the time other than packing mixed veggie rice for lunch and watching an old telemovie : ) Went to My Humble House in Esplanade to look at the seating arrangement and decoration for our big day with Aunt Maddy. Yeah, everything was brilliant - We have decided to go for this : D Dinner was Sushi Tei in Raffles City before heading home sweet home (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sundays are fantastic for relaxing...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, both Fat Boy and I woke up early in the morning (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His back carplate had fallen off the night before and well, it was impossible to drive to JB like that : (&lt;/span&gt; ) for his back carplate and we were lucky to find Mrs Signage, a shop that specializes in all kinds of signages (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt;) near my place. Everything was fixed in 15 minutes and we quickly rushed to Woodlands Customs to avoid the sickening jam after picking Sunshine Boy from the usual bus-stop at 11:30am. We reached JB in less than an hour and we had lunch at some HK cafe before embarking on my hairstyling session with my new hairdress who was recommended by Fat Boy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My previous hairdresser is currently suffering from cancer...hence, there is no way he can work&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through my hairdye session, Yam Gal and Isaac arrived and the former waited for her turn. Anyway, we walked out of the salon feeling happy with our new hair colours, but for the haircuts, we preferred our previous hairdresser :~( Our next stop was Holiday Inn Plaza where both Yam Gal and I had our toenails painted (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, how pampered eh? Chinese New Year's coming, that's why!&lt;/span&gt;) before having our zi char dinner of stir-fried kale, curry fish head, sweet &amp;amp; sour pork, hotplate venison, fried calamari and yang chow fried rice! Feeling bloated from the massive portions of carbohydrates and fats,  and since the night was young, we caught a horror movie "They Wait" at Tebrau City and we headed back to Singapore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Yam Gal and Isaac to the nearby carpark in Woodlands and Sunshine Boy home, Fat Boy suggested popping by to the Senoko Fishery Port to catch up with Godpa and Godma, who had earlier invited us to join us in their seafood purchase for the coming Chinese New Year, since we were around the precinct. We met up with them and though we were turned off by the strong fishy smell, we were fascinated by the bustling and hustling activity : D Initially, I had wanted to buy some prawns and fish home, but since almost all the seafood was sold in bulk (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am talking about 4-5 kg at one go&lt;/span&gt;) we went off empty-handed. By the time we washed up and turned in, it was 4:30am. Both of us were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; by then : /&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/3768653392927742479-617687426787385589?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/617687426787385589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/617687426787385589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekends.html' title='The Weekends'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-179831563044151603</id><published>2009-01-07T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:59:30.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;All holidays have come to an end and here I am, back in the rotting office : ( It has been 3 days since I came back from Malaysia and it was hell lot of fun with the SPI guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 1 (1 January 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After New Year countdown at Godpa's house in Ubi, we set off in an 8-seater Ssangyong Stavic and though it was kinda squeezy, we had great fun laughing and chatting and of course, a couple of hours later, we snoozed until we reached Muar. They had wanted to find the mysterious warehouse where a motorbike accident occurred (&lt;em&gt;Sounds stupid right? But guess what? The 2 male casualties were born on the same year, month and date. Creepy eh?) &lt;/em&gt;Ultimately, they couldn't find the place as it was too dark and they had no idea where the location was, despite with the help of a GPS system : / We were also fined for 50RM for beating 3 red lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: ( We continued sleeping until it was time for breakfast - bak kut teh...at 7am @ . @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After a super hearty breakfast, we proceeded to Genting where we took pictures and had Starbucks. Some of us had wanted to try their luck at gambling, but due to a lack of time, we stuck to our schedule by going recceing at the Highland Towers, which experienced landslide decades ago. According to statistics, many children and women fell victims to the natural disaster. The atmosphere was sad and stagnant and to be frank, I was quite anxious to get out of that place : / We continued with our gourmet trail by having Ampang's yong tau foo for lunch and too be frank, it has never been my love : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We finally reached our service apartment in the afternoon and it was good to wash up and rest our tired legs : ) Dinner was at a popular hawker centre - We had juicy BBQ chicken wings, sambal kangkong, grilled Portuguese fish, sambal chut chut, fried vermicelli and rice : ) We burned the excess calories by walking around in Bukit Bintang and we headed straight back to our service apartments with plastic bags of Carlsberg, fresh orange juice, coffee mix and Chinese tea bags : P My head only touched the pillow at 4am as we spent the night tucking into nasi lemak and playing card games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 2 (2 January 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We woke up bright and cheery despite several hours of sleep : D We went to KLCC to take pictures and it was fun coming up with all kinds of funny poses. The best part of the day was we had A&amp;amp;W for lunch! Both Fat Fat and I had fried chicken wings, root beer, waffle with butter and maple syrup and Coney Dog! (&lt;em&gt;Yummy!)&lt;/em&gt; As we were about to head to Mid Valley for shopping, one of the guys realized that he had lost his wallet and we had to go around Kuala Lumpur to look for the police station and Singapore embassy (&lt;em&gt;Boo&lt;/em&gt;) By the time everything was settled, it was already coming to 5pm and we decided to head back to the service apartment to have a short rest before going for dinner and the ouija board experiment in front of the Highland Towers : ( (&lt;em&gt;Hey, no shopping!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dinner was at a small eatery which was famous for its claypot mee tai mak : P~ We had that, their version of char kway tiao, batterfried shrimps and stirfried kale. It was extremely delicious and there is no way to get such divine cuisine in Singapore. As usual, we burned excess calories by strolling around the night market (&lt;em&gt;There was nothing to buy, for heaven's sake!)&lt;/em&gt; We went back to the service apartment to gather the investigation equipment before heading to Highland Towers for the ouija board experiment (&lt;em&gt;For your information, I was just an observer-cum-videographer&lt;/em&gt;) The whole session took about 2 hours and we doggybag nasi lemak on our way back. By the way, we slept at 4am once again after debrief (&lt;em&gt;ZzzzzzzZZZzz&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 3 (3 January 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We woke up at 7am to wash up before checking out from the service apartment. We headed to Malacca to meet up with another couple before checking into the 5-star Renaissance Hotel : D Lunch was ala-carte dim sum buffet (&lt;em&gt;Guess the lack of sleep made everything taste bland&lt;/em&gt;) and imagine my happiness when they announced that we could rest for an hour before going shopping! : D Then again, there was nothing much to buy there - I bought a pair of shorts from Brand Outlet and Fat Boy bought 3 T-shirts (&lt;em&gt;Do you consider that as shopping?)&lt;/em&gt; Dinner was nyonya and baba laksa, ngoh hiang, baba salad and chendol! Chendol! The lingering fragrance of thick golden gula melaka mixed with the fresh coconut milk (&lt;em&gt;Awwww...I am dying now&lt;/em&gt;) After dinner, we went to stroll in the night market and we bought many packets of dried cuttlefish (&lt;em&gt;For Daddy!)&lt;/em&gt; We went back to the hotel to wash up before we went to Bukit Cina for another round of ouija experiment (&lt;em&gt;Yes, I am the observer-cum-videographer again&lt;/em&gt;) After that, we had a short debrief session at a nearby coffeeshop and we went back to the hotel to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 4 (4 January 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fat Boy woke me up at 10:20am (&lt;em&gt;Could have been earlier for breakfast provided by the hotel&lt;/em&gt;) and we hurried to buy local products before checking out from the hotel. Lunch was nyonya cuisine which consisted of braised cabbage, curry chicken, "Golden Pillow" and sambal ladyfinger : D (&lt;em&gt;Reminds me of "Little Nyonya") &lt;/em&gt;We drove back to Johor (&lt;em&gt;The journey took about 3 hours&lt;/em&gt;) where we continued our shopping at a nearby shopping centre, however, there was nothing much to buy : ( Everybody gathered and we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant, where they served poon choi, ayam fish and pumpkin rice! It was definitely a good dinner to wrap up the whole trip before we drove back to Singapore : D *thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-179831563044151603?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/179831563044151603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/179831563044151603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2009/01/malaysia-holiday.html' title='Malaysia Holiday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1281521003979230129</id><published>2008-12-30T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:42:09.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lazy Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*Yawn* I am feeling so damn sleepy, especially when I have slept for only a couple of hours for the past 2 nights ( - . - ) ZzZzZ... Had promised myself to sleep early last night, but what happened? Both Fat Boy and I were locked in the nerve-wrecking and brain-racking game of Literati until the ultimate winner (&lt;em&gt;ME!&lt;/em&gt;) emerged at 2am : / The feeling of having to wake up to the tune of the alarm this morning was so damn sick &gt;: ( (&lt;em&gt;The temptation of getting an MC was so great. Awww...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Holidays are so much fun and the feeling sucks when it's time to come home : ( I must say that I have had so much fun in Hong Kong! Eating, shopping and even walking and inhaling the cold air equates to pure fun : D I had a great time walking up and down the streets of North Point, Fortress Hill, Mong Kok and Central as well as tucking into the marbled roasted goose meat, fragrant claypot rice exquisite hand-made dim sum as well as thirst-quenching mango desserts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;: D~ Besides the great delicacies and endless shopping, what could be more laughter-inducing than posing with the wax figurines of Aaron Kwok, Andy Lau and Twins and poking fun at their plastic features? : P In addition, I got to know Fat Boy, Yam and Isaac better : D (&lt;em&gt;I must say that their problem solving and map reading skills are top notched!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My Jetstar Asia plane touched down past midnight and after buying the much-discounted liquor and beer for our respective families, Fat Boy and I went to Killiney Kopitiam to have supper. Initially, I had wanted just ice cold soy beancurd as I was afraid of putting on the pounds, but after being seduced by the aroma of laksa, I dismissed all concerns and shared a few mouthfuls with Fat Boy (&lt;em&gt;What do you expect? Finish the whole bowl? No way!)&lt;/em&gt; His mother fetched us home and with all the unpacking and washing up, my head only touched the pillow at 3am (&lt;em&gt;Burn!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Will be going for a road-cum-food trip to Malaysia tomorrow night...Whoa, I foresee I will not be sleeping much this time round...Awwww....Anyway, 2008 is coming to an end. I am really looking forward to 2009. Yeah, that will be the turning point in my life : D Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1281521003979230129?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1281521003979230129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1281521003979230129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-afternoon.html' title='Lazy Afternoon'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1076497546727869174</id><published>2008-12-19T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:44:03.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Package Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I am feeling so damn sleepy right now, with the sluggish working environment as well as the sweet raspberry-orangey fragrance from the heated aromatheraphy oil (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, the aromatheraphy oil burner's my X'mas gift from my dearest bank client : )&lt;/em&gt; ) Looking at the board makes me demoralized - I have yet to close a deal for the whole of December : P Not that I have not been doing nothing, but the resumes that I have deposited with my colleagues have yet to see the light &lt;em&gt;(Who cares? I am going to Hong Kong next Thursday!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I was on MC last Monday. Not that I was super sick physically, I was just super sick mentally : ( Went to the doc's and described my ailment (&lt;em&gt;I told her that I couldn't sleep in the night and that I felt very sleepy in the day&lt;/em&gt;), but apparently, she was more interested in my makeup excuse of tummy upset (&lt;em&gt;What the hell!)&lt;/em&gt; : ( Left the clinic with a bad taste in my mouth despite having the important slip of MC : ( Worked from home until it was time to resolve some important issues outside : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Met up with Fat Boy afterwards and we went to Tanjong Pagar where most of the bridal studios are. Walked into Di Gio and was met with a friendly consultant. Without saying anything about the package, she headed straight to my preference with regards to the bridal gowns and got me a few to wear and I was fascinated by how I looked in those beautiful dresses (&lt;em&gt;Hey! I am a pretty bride alright!)&lt;/em&gt; It was rather tiring jumping in and out of those heavy gowns and can-can slips. By the time I wore the 5th gown, I was aching all over : ( Despite the beautiful designs and good customer service, our eyes popped out when she announced the price - 4000 bucks. Though she said that the price could be negotiated further, we were rather turned off. We left the studio and Fat Boy suggested that we continue to look at other bridal studios before coming to a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We went to Tanjong Pagar again yesterday. After having dinner at a Taiwanese cafe near the MRT station, we continued with our wedding package hunting. We walked into French Studio and Bridal Boutique when the consultant persuaded us to have a look, but stepped out immediately when we realized that the indecent-looking guys in the shop were the wedding consultants : / We continued to walk down the lanes of Tanjong Pagar until we came to Thomson Wedding, which is located just next to Di Gio : P Initially, I was quite turned off by the interior of the shop because it did not look as posh as the latter. The wedding consultant who attended to us was a lady in her late 30's and to be frank, I felt like walking out then. However, after sharing with us her vast experiences and her patience when showing us the bridal gowns and helping me putting on the heavy dresses changed my earlier perception (&lt;em&gt;Well, it might indeed be better if I have somebody experienced and patient than one who is just concerned about closing deals despite the difference in shop interior and age difference&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We spoke about the package details and as usual Fat Boy told her that we would go back and consider : ) However, during our pillow talk, he mentioned that since both of us are comfortable with the wedding consultant and the package, we should just go for it. He said he would call her to confirm our interest. Yay~Done deal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1076497546727869174?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1076497546727869174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1076497546727869174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-package-hunt.html' title='Wedding Package Hunt'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7018634472950947536</id><published>2008-12-13T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:19:53.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dinner with Rightie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Times are moving more slowly than ever and it is getting more and more irritating and stifling to be in the rotting office every passing day : ( Though it was Friday yesterday, it didn't feel like one and to make matters worse, my period came - My back was aching to the point of near-snap and I was feeling so damn cold because of the rainy weather. What a lousy day. Argh! &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the only thing that brought a smile to my long face yesterday was having dinner with Rightie : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must say that it was a pleasant surprise for her to ask me out for dinner on a Friday night as she usually has lotsa plans lined up!&lt;/span&gt;) We had dinner at Thai Express in Paragon and she had phat thai whereas I had beef with rice with tom yam soup : D~ Fat Boy was supposed to join us but he was ultra late from his facial treatment (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes, he went to remove millia from his face as he wanted to look good on his big day&lt;/span&gt;) so he joined us at Swensons later on. Initially, he was hesistant to join us as he said he looked ugly with tiny black crusts scattered around his face, but after much persuasion, he came : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to ditch "Gee, how much calories did I have?" considerations at the back of my head (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who cares if I am having a great time?&lt;/span&gt;) I had Coit Tower - rum and raisin with sticky chewy chocolate with chopped pieces of banana, strawberry and chocolate sauce (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;) whereas Rightie had Nutty O Mighty - ice cream with all kinds of nuts (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great for such a nutty girl!&lt;/span&gt;) She left after her ice cream as she wanted to go home and changed before meeting up with her colleagues and her beloved (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opps!&lt;/span&gt;) Both Fat Boy and I left after he finished his chocolatey ice cream with chocolate-covered Maltese (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;) as I was feeling lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 11pm and after washing up and as I was about to hop onto the bed to sleep, I felt a dull pain in my back and after turning and tossing for a couple of times, I felt impossible to sleep. Fat Boy gave me 2 Panadols to pop and massage the affected area. Though it did not make the pain go away immediately, it did help and I went to sleep (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, there is a BBQ organized by the SPI this evening. I am so excited about it! I must remember to bring along my camera! Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3768653392927742479-7018634472950947536?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7018634472950947536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7018634472950947536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-with-rightie.html' title='Dinner with Rightie'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1666036653855719088</id><published>2008-12-09T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:01:19.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Angry Zit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Gramps, Daddy, Bro, Fat Boy and I went to Crystal Jade in Takashimaya to have lunch and boy, it was a good lunch. We had deep fried garlic pork ribs, steamed cod fish, bamboo clams topped with lotsa fried garlic, Hokkien seafood pot, roast duck drizzled with curry sauce, steamed scallops topped with garlic and vermicelli, stir-fried kale, seafood vermicelli and egg tarts : D~ After that, we went to visit Mummy at her workplace in Tiong Bahru before going home to nap ( - . - ) ZzZzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7pm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt so damn recharged&lt;/span&gt;), watched some TV before heading to the famous porridge stall in Henderson Road to have dinner (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to have something light so as not to overload my tummy!&lt;/span&gt;) We went home after that and continued to sit in front of the tube (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes, did I tell you we are absolute couch potatoes?&lt;/span&gt;) before deciding to turn in. It was not the usual 12:30am, but 2am : o I must say we tried very hard to sleep by turning and tossing millions of times in bed, but the more we turned and tossed, the harder it was to sleep...: ( I became more stressed when I heard steady breathing rhythms - It meant that he had successfully slipped into slumberland : ( My attempts to sleep failed miserably as my mind was fully aware of the surroundings despite tightly shut eyes. Awwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt crap this morning. It felt as if my soul was slowly drained through a bloody pinhole, bit by bit. The temptation to apply for an MC was great, but I decided not to as I knew it would incur the evil Boss's wrath : / Fortunately, there was Fat Boy who drove me to work, else I would just bang my head against the wall. Anyway, there was not much activity in the workplace. I mean, what to expect in such bad times? Regardless how positive one's mind is, what can one do without good orders and candidates? It did not help that there was internal underhand competition and the bloody management could not be bothered to lift a finger to differentiate between black and white as long as profits could be seen.  I felt so damn shitty rotting in that place (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can feel my patience wearing thinner and thinner every passing day&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to visit Aunt Helen because I felt the need to eradicate the big sickening zit sitting proudly above my lips &gt;: ( As much as I wanted to save up the 80 bucks on something more useful, the moment my fingers attempted to purge the toxic pus from the angry zit, it hurt like hell! Hence, to prevent unnecessary moles from forming on my face, a facial session was an absolute must. After the 1 hour half session, I went to Cold Storage to buy a can of tuna before going home to watch TV while munching my tuna sandwich and washing it down with a mug of hot Milo ; )&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/3768653392927742479-1666036653855719088?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1666036653855719088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1666036653855719088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/12/angry-zit.html' title='Angry Zit'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1173948491948532771</id><published>2008-12-08T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:46:17.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Lazy Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The time now is 1:07am and I am still very much wide awake and racking my brains in Literati  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I slept too much in the day&lt;/span&gt;) How nice if we are on a 4-day work week and we definitely have alot of time to do the things we like and that doesn't include working &gt;: ( I know of colleagues who work till late hours on weekdays and even on weekends and public holidays (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey! Get a life, dammit!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was so mad that I knocked off at 7pm due to some meaningless meeting - The agenda was all about some work processes when Boss is away in Hong Kong next year (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, what has that got to do with me?! I am going to be out of that hellhole after Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;) The only thing to be happy about for that day was to meet up with Fat Boy and the rest for frog-leg porridge at Geylang : ) However, Sunshine Boy was ultra late in coming back to the office after a meeting with his big-time client - I was so unhappy about it as I was so desperate to depart Raffles Place &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fortunate to find a parking lot after reaching Geylang and it was quite a wait for Yam Gal and Isaac before we got to sip soul-soothing porridge with fiery gung-po sauce, not to mention ripping off the thick and succulent flesh from chopped frog legs? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was amazed that both Fat Boy and I could consume 7 pairs of frog legs with porridge at one go!&lt;/span&gt;) Not feeling satisfied enough, we proceeded to have soya beancurd for dessert and true enough, what can be more soothing than slurping hot silky beancurd while doing good catching-up on a rainy night? If not for fatigue, we could have stayed past midnight : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lazy Saturday for me. After oily massage and cold wrap, Fat Boy and I went to Action City to buy presents for next week's SPI BBQ at Labrador Park - I bought a Funshine Carebear whereas he bought a ducky vaccum cleaner. We headed for a simple dinner at Han's before strolling around Suntec City. We went home to slack after that : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a lazy Sunday for me : P After waking up at 11am, we shared a plate of fishball noodles that Aunt had bought and we continued to laze in bed by reading Sunday Times. After that, we went to Magaret Drive Food Centre to doggybag a whole chicken and a few packets of rice home (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's nice to have chicken rice at home as I can use my hands to tear the chicken flesh. Nobody cares&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; P&lt;/span&gt;) Watched some TV before heading straight to bed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good opportunity to pay back the sleep debt!&lt;/span&gt;) Woke up at 7pm before accompanying Fat Boy and Aunt to Alexandra Village for dinner. Initially, I did not want to have dinner as I was not hungry, but the aroma from their bak kut teh made me salivate; I succumbed to temptation and ordered a bowl of bak kut teh without the rice (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atkin's Diet? : P&lt;/span&gt; ) We strolled to Ikea to burn the excess calories and I was astonished to see Fat Boy buy an ice cream cone because he was "thirsty" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told you, he's getting fatter and fatter every passing day&lt;/span&gt;) Went home to watch "Infernal Affairs", played few rounds of cards with Gramps until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we will be having lunch with Daddy and Mummy as Fat Boy will be officially announcing the good news to them. Wonder how it will go...: D&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/3768653392927742479-1173948491948532771?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1173948491948532771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1173948491948532771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-weekends.html' title='Lazy Weekends'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7325568524636141746</id><published>2008-12-01T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:21:55.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Happy Weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gee, Monday is finally coming to an end and I must say I am so exhausted from the back-to-back activities lined up last weekend : P At this present moment, Fat Boy is sweating out in the kitchen; wonder what is for dinner? : P (&lt;em&gt;I heard cackling deepfrying sounds&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last Saturday afternoon, after having our brunch of fishball noodles, Fat Boy and I went to Zhou's Kitchen to make a reservation for our special day : ) Well, I must say that the staff at Zhou's Kitchen are very warm and friendly and they tried their best to answer our questions : ) Later in the noon, I went to Marina Square to have my cold wrap before meeting up with my SPI friends for steamboat buffet dinner at Fortune Cuisine in Sunset Way. Initialluy, I was quite doubtful about the quality of the food, but to my astonishment, it was fantastic! Where can you find a great variety of seafood like flower crabs, prawns, crayfish and scallops and 4 types of soup bases like ma la, seafood, tom yam and chicken at 28 bucks? No wonder reservation has to to made - We saw quite a number of diners being turned away : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After a hearty-diet-crashing dinner, we proceeded to Mount Faber for bowling (&lt;em&gt;Yes, we, or rather I, really need to burn off those calories! God knows how many kilos of prawns in my tummy!)&lt;/em&gt; It was really fun and exciting to pit our ball-throwing skills against one another and I was so amazed that Fat Boy was able to squeeze into the Top 3 list for 3 rounds! : P Though we were physically tired, our minds and spirits were not! We headed for pool after that (&lt;em&gt;Gee...I am not so keen though&lt;/em&gt;) and the best thing was Fat Boy thrashed them one by one (&lt;em&gt;Uh oh, what ball games is he not good at?)&lt;/em&gt; The pool game ended at 2:45am and we still refused to part ways - Our last stop was at Mr Bean where we had some drinks before going home. By the time our heads touched the pillow, it was 5am : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We woke up at 10:10am on Sunday (&lt;em&gt;I woke up at 9am to give Rightie a morning call before going back to snooze&lt;/em&gt;), washed up and quickly took a bus to Vivocity (&lt;em&gt;I had wanted to have a different experience of taking public transport that day : )&lt;/em&gt; ) Met up with Sunshine Boy, had lunch of chicken rice before Yam, Isaac and Rightie caught up with us. We shopped in Daiso for a while before Rightie drove us into Sentosa! Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Despite occasional drizzle, it was a wonderful day as we went for swimming, volleyball and soccer : ) It was great to meet up with Amy and Mark as well as Daniel! We had dinner at a Japanese restaurant in Vivocity before saying goodbye and though we had an early night (&lt;em&gt;We slept at 10:30am&lt;/em&gt;), it really felt sucky when we woke up the following morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: I guess he has finished cooking, it's time to sign off right now&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/3768653392927742479-7325568524636141746?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7325568524636141746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7325568524636141746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-weekends.html' title='Happy Weekends!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3123206321497717326</id><published>2008-11-23T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:08:23.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>That Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, I have lost track of time due to wedding dinners and a baby shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;these two days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; : ( Attended the baby shower of the son of Fat Boy's ex-colleague at Zhou's Kitchen yesterday afternoon. It was great to see his ex-colleagues again, since last year's Kuala Lumpur trip and I must say that the food was good too : ) We went home to nap before proceeding to my SPI friend's wedding at Grand Shanghai - I was very impressed by the Old Shanghai decor the moment I stepped into the restaurant and the food was good too! One of the best weddings I have attended so far : D It would be one of my considerations for my own wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebration ended at 11pm, we headed to TCC in Clarke Quay for coffee and the session ended at about 3am. Too bad some of the guys were feeling lethargic (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They woke up at 3am the previous morning&lt;/span&gt;) else we would have chatted till dawnbreak. By the time I washed up and my head touched the pillow at 4am, I was gone almost instanteously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this morning, I brought Boyboy to the vet clinic to have him microchipped. I thought it would be an extremely painful process, but it turned out to be quite alright - The vet simply grabbed the back of his neck and jabbed him, all in a couple of seconds : ) The only downside was that I was left 60 bucks poorer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dammit! Rearing dogs are more expensive than bringing up a kid&lt;/span&gt;) Though the vet tried to convince me to have Boyboy undergo a blood test to check for heartworms, I refused to hear any further. 60 bucks was enough to make me feel the pinch for quite a while &gt;: ( Anyway, I have done the necessary documentation and right now, it's waiting for their approval. Once everything is settled, Boyboy will have a license! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling rather happy these few days, especially last Tuesday : ) I was rather down due to work issues last Tuesday morning and Fat Boy sent me a large parcel via courier and imagine my surprise and happiness when I unwrapped it and saw the Damier Neverfull Louis Vuitton bag! I almost teared when I saw his heartfelt words penned on the back of the tiny card attached to the parcel. Though Sunshine Boy and Yvonne suggested that it might a proposal, I dismissed it as I believed he would do it on our Hong Kong tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up after work and he drove me to the Jewel Box and I felt lost; I simply had no idea what he had up on his sleeves. He ushered me into one of the cable cars and we began our 1 hour and a half ride. It was a bad experience as I was feeling nauseous (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motion sickness?&lt;/span&gt;) and I had wanted to get out of the cable car, but after knowing the hefty pricetag of the ride, I decided to bear with it and I must say that I did not finish my main course of chicken thigh and baked potato : / (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I would puke if I were to push it down my throat&lt;/span&gt;) I thanked God when dessert arrived (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that I loved the apple crumble, but it meant that the ride would end soon&lt;/span&gt;) I was also handed a bouquet of red roses when desserts were placed on the table (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I actually thought that it was inclusive of the package and I told Fat Boy that it was actually worthwhile. By the way, I was also searching frantically for Ferraro Rochers, which I thought might be hiding between the roses, so much so that I did not notice the golden "Will You Marry Me" print on the roses&lt;/span&gt;) Fat Boy became hysterical and egged me to look at the golden prints. I looked at them and realized that it was a proposal : P He then lifted the lid of the dessert platter and I saw a diamond ring seated snugly on top of the apple crumble (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was the diamond ring that he attempted to propose to me and I rejected him flat a couple of years back&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though feeling excited and joyful, I tried to be difficult and asked him why I should marry him and his reply was a shy "Because I love you" : ) Satisfied, I asked him to put the diamond ring on for me and well, his mission was accomplished! We are getting married! Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SSkdJuh3_uI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/kPOVIUp9LeQ/s1600-h/DSC05087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SSkdJuh3_uI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/kPOVIUp9LeQ/s200/DSC05087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271776891760017122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Finally going to be a bride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&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/3768653392927742479-3123206321497717326?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3123206321497717326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3123206321497717326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-moment.html' title='That Moment'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SSkdJuh3_uI/AAAAAAAAI2Q/kPOVIUp9LeQ/s72-c/DSC05087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-355445743285210137</id><published>2008-11-16T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:24:38.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>That Dog License...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gramps has been bugging me to get a dog license for Boyboy after she heard stories of relatives being heavily fined by AVA these few days. Tried to brush her off a couple of times and finally, I relented - I couldn't stand the constant "When are you going to get Boyboy the dog license?!" naggings : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought it would be an easy task. I mean, how difficult could it be to get the name and address of anybody who lives in private housing? I quickly suggested to Gramps that my 2nd Aunt could help us since she lives in a condominium in Mandarin Gardens. Gramps quickly called the latter and well, to our shock, she rejected us in the most unusual manner - She pretended not to hear Gramps' request! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a loser!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite feeling pissed off, I fully understand her concerns (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why would she want to help when there are no benefits?&lt;/span&gt;) Moving on, I began to ask around and realized that it was not easy to get somebody to help at all! Some of my friends who own dogs who are not HDB-approved have similar difficulties and fortunately for them, they managed to get in touch with helpful souls who are willing to get the dog license under their names and addresses (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey! Where is my helpful soul?&lt;/span&gt;) I had also come across many different kind of replies - Some mentioned they would help me ask around (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standard answer&lt;/span&gt;), some told me they did not have friends living in private housing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Implication: I do not want to help and I cannot be bothered at all&lt;/span&gt;) and some even pushed me to other friends who live in private housing though I said "No, it's Ok" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as we are just hi-and-bye acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why would they want to help?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling desperate, and yet refused to let Gramps know of my failure, I kept buying time by brushing her off (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again!&lt;/span&gt;) I guess she knew what was going on and one fine day, she told me to visit this particular relative (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whom I see only once every year during Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;) who happened to work as a security guard at an overseas school near our place - She mentioned that he and his wife might be able to help (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me, I was so damn scornful of it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everything felt on deaf ears. No way was I going to visit and plea them as I strongly believed they would come up with all kinds of excuses just to reject me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this afternoon when Fat Boy drove Gramps, Aunt and me for lunch, Gramps insisted the former to drive into the overseas school despite my protests : ( We met up with the relative and his wife and Gramps, without any formality, asked if they could help us with the dog license and just as I was expecting a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiyah, as you know we already have 3 dogs...I want to help, but...&lt;/span&gt;" I heard a straightforward "Ok" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine my surprise!&lt;/span&gt;) In addition, they even recommended a vet who charged a lower fee for microchip implant when they knew Boyboy had not being microchipped and they said that they would help us to apply for the dog license after the microchip implant (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you actually believe that such kind souls exist?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident made me realized a couple of things - People whom you think may not help you may actually go all out to do so and people whom you think will go all out to do actually do not...I must say that I am quite a failure because I must admit that I do not have many friends who actually go all the way out to help and perhaps, it's also time to reflect on myself. Is it because I have not done enough, that's why others do not see why they should lend a hand when I need them? I must say that I am quite an anal person as I treat all my friends sincerely and when I see that my sincerity is not being reciprocated, I cannot bring myself to treat them the way I treated them initially (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I refused to play the fool&lt;/span&gt;) I don't see why I should continue to waste my time on them in terms of eat, drink and merry when they could not be bothered to lift a finger to help in my utmost need? I do not need such "friends".&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/3768653392927742479-355445743285210137?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/355445743285210137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/355445743285210137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-dog-license.html' title='That Dog License...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4117077490476412119</id><published>2008-11-10T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:46:37.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Excruciating Aches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes, Boss and Vicious Lady have flown to Hong Kong for business purposes and here we are, slacking our guts out (&lt;em&gt;I emphasized: S-L-A-C-K-I-N-G and not slogging&lt;/em&gt;) : D I should be feeling exhilarated, but aches from the time of that month are making me tired and angry! Argh! It didn't help that my calves are hurting from yesterday's pupur massage...Oh yes, yesterday, both Fat Boy and I went to Johor Bahru. Our schedule was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Woke up at 10:35am because we slept at 3am the previous night playing "Bowling Buddies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Washed up and left the house at 11:20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went to the nearest provision shop to buy 4D at Gramp's request&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Drove past the Causeway at 12:30pm and reached Johor Bahru at 12:50pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had Fat Boy's precious toy washed and vacummed at some carwashing stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sank my teeth into juicy and succulent chicken thigh and drumstick at KFC's in Tebrau City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Burned calories by doing grocery-shopping - Bought canned fruits and chips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Headed to A&amp;amp;W for an ice-cold mug of root beer (&lt;em&gt;Slurps!) &lt;/em&gt;Skipped my waffle with maple syrup and butter as we were feeling bloated from lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Slept in the car as Fat Boy drove around Johor Bahru and woke up to find ourselves in Danga Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Strolled around Danga Bay and walked into a massage hut. Was fascinated by the pupur slimming massage and went for it. Saw the petite masseuss and was disappointed, but she proved me wrong with her strong and skillful hands. Nearly died of pain when she rubbed my calves and thighs continuously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Walked out of the massage hut feeling happy and very light : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had dinner of seafood tom yum soup, fried rice, stir-fried kale, claypot chicken and shrimp omelette and chendol to wrap up the whole course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went back to Singapore after that as we felt exhausted and I had wanted to watch the 11pm drama serial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will be meeting up with Amy, Adeline, Rightie, Fanny, Claudia together with Sunshine Boy, Yam Gal, Isaac and Fat Boy at Waraku in Marina Square. Well, only we, the ladies, will be pigging out from the 50% discount whereas the guys will sitting afar to watch. What can I say? The guys just don't get it : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4117077490476412119?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4117077490476412119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4117077490476412119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/11/excruciating-aches.html' title='Excruciating Aches'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5466579101273938321</id><published>2008-11-08T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:41:20.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Met up with Miko and his missus at BQ Bar in Boat Quay last Wednesday evening. Though the session was a rather short one, I was quite happy. However, I was as quite disappointed with its limited menu and I had a pint of Heineken and potato wedges : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Isaac was hungry, we proceeded to Chinatown food centre to have claypot rice, but it was closed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too bad&lt;/span&gt;) We had frog leg porridge instead and I must say that it was not fantastic : / The plain porridge was not silky smooth enough and the kungpo frog leg sauce was not salty and fragrant : / (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a waste of money&lt;/span&gt;) To make up for the lacklustre dinner, we went to 记得吃 to have desserts. Both Fat Boy, Isaac and I had the mango sago cream, whereas Sharon had her favourite almond cream and Sunshine Boy, mango sago cream with beancurd : ) Unfortunately, it was a weekday, else, we would have stayed longer : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, as I was tired from work, both Fat Boy and I had a quick claypot rice dinner at Chinatown food centre (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We missed it last Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;) before heading to Tiong Bahru Market to have desserts and to pack fishball noodles for Gramps from her favourite stall : ) After washing up and watching TV, we went to bed ( - . - ) z z z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are the best for sleeping in, unfortunately, I woke up at 8:10am this morning because I had to go back to office :~ ( I was so damn reluctant! Sunshine Boy and a few others were in the office too and we ordered MacDonald's for breakfast (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was the best part for the whole morning&lt;/span&gt;) I had my usual Sausage McMuffin with Egg and orange juice! : D~ I didn't do much work; I was playing games on Facebook : P until 12:30pm and I left for Marina Square for my oily massage and cold wraps : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home by myself as Fat Boy went to service his car and well, here I am waiting for him to come back. Not sure what to have for dinner later on...*Sigh!*&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/3768653392927742479-5466579101273938321?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5466579101273938321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5466579101273938321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3135302591787289898</id><published>2008-11-04T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:17:30.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Teatree Oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Vanity called and I rushed down to Aunt Helen's after work today. I had wanted to work till 7pm but what the heck, life's too short to slog shit for others eh? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ran off at 6:20pm&lt;/span&gt;) I was so happy to see Aunt Helen again because it meant that my face would be sparkling clean once again : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I was right. I stepped out of her salon with renewed confidence : ) &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fat Boy who was waiting for me at the ground floor (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww....&lt;/span&gt;) and we went to Sakae Sushi in Wheelock Place to have dinner. Had the usual spicy salmon gunkan and temaki as well as chawanmushi (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;) Feeling bloated with carbohydrates, we strolled around Wisma Atria and we headed straight into The Bodyshop because we were rather crazy about teatree oil products recently (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It started when I was browsing through the Internet one afternoon and I shared my findings of its abundant benefits to him with great enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless of dabs of teatree oil and seaweed lotion on the backs of our hands, we finally purchased a bottle of teatree oil facial wash and a tube of seaweed night serum (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Understood that it has oil control properties specially for combination skin - Just what my troublesome face needs!&lt;/span&gt;) I had wanted to buy more cosmetics, especially the loose powder and fruity lipgloss; but guess it might be better to finish up what I have right now (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No point stocking up and waiting for each of them to expire eh?&lt;/span&gt;) Fat Boy left the shop 45 bucks poorer...: /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending me home, he left to fetch his parents home (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They had a wedding dinner at Copthorne King's&lt;/span&gt;) as he did not want them to spend on cab fare. As for me, after bathing, I quickly swiped my face with toner before applying my new seaweed night serum. It has been an hour and my face does not feel tight or oily as usual; I just hope that it's not clogging up those pores! It can be so damn frustrating to see clogged pores and blackheads scattered all over the face! Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be meeting up with Miko and the rest for drinks at Boat Quay tomorrow evening. Good to see the former again, though I have just seen him last Friday. Hope tomorrow will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3768653392927742479-3135302591787289898?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3135302591787289898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3135302591787289898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/11/teatree-oil.html' title='Teatree Oil'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7979558270650935174</id><published>2008-10-20T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:23:43.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Weekend Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Though I have been sleeping late for the past few nights, I do not feel lethargic at all even though sales is almost non-existent (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I had so much fun! Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Godma's birthday dinner last Friday at Rakuzen, a Japanese restaurant tucked away in a corner of Millenia Walk. Oh yes, I was late because Boss made me stay back for a last-minute training session (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which was absolutely unnecessary!&lt;/span&gt;) By the time I stepped out of the office, it was nearing 8pm. Imagine how boiling mad I was! &gt;: ( Fortunately, the sight of the happy SPI members dissipitated my anger and I was smiling in no time : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, the food was so-so and expensive!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed for a crooning session at Kbox in Suntec City and everybody displayed their singing prowess by belting out Chinese and English songs of all sorts. We had great fun singing, screaming and laughing that my throat felt sore : P As I had to go to Johor Bahru the next morning (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning to say, I couldn't stay out too late as I needed my beauty sleep&lt;/span&gt;), I reluctantly bade the happy group farewell before I hopped into Fat Boy's waiting car : ) By the time my head touched the pillow, it was 3am : o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to wake up the next morning. If not for Fat Boy, who kept pulling me out of bed, I would have slept the whole day away : P (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took him 15 minutes to get me out of the bed&lt;/span&gt;) After washing up, we drove to meet up with Sharon and Isaac as well as Sunshine Boy at his bus-stop before proceeding to Johor Bahru! Our first stop was at City Square Plaza where Sunshine Boy had his haircut (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Initially, both Sharon and I thought that we needed a trim as well, it turned out that we were way too early - The hairdresser told us to come back after 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;) After having a good lunch at the HK Cafe and had our aching muscles rubbed, we proceeded to A&amp;amp;W for the long-awaited rootbeer, curly fries and waffles! : D~ (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, we were like hungry cows the moment the food arrived&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody bothered about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;image&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way we gorged our food at A&amp;amp;W, we were too full for dinner. Instead of waiting for time to past by crawling around shopping malls, we went for bowling and it was a good choice; by the time we finished our 2 games, our tummies were ready to store food - We went to Senibong Seafood Village to devour chilli crabs, Canadian oysters, Thai chicken, sweet &amp;amp; sour fish, sambal kangkong and hotplate tofu : D~ Feeling full, satisfied and sleepy, we went home : ) By the time I stepped out of the bathroom and ready to go to bed, it was 2.30am x (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for Gramps who had an appointment with her hairdresser at 10am, both Fat Boy and I would have slept the whole day away. We drove her and Aunt Maddy to the hairdresser's before going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;太阳宫 to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;offer incense (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I need miracles to tide me over this bloody month!&lt;/span&gt;) We went home to rest for an hour before going back to the salon to fetch Gramps and Aunt Maddy. Toegther, we went to Yum Cha to have dim sum tunch : ) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went home after that and I must say that I was already dead from exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;) Woke up at 8pm and had dinner of kailan and fish with rice at Alexandra Village : P Played a couple of card games with Fat Boy and Gramps and I lost 8 bucks :~ ( Slept at 2:30am.....x (&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/3768653392927742479-7979558270650935174?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7979558270650935174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7979558270650935174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-rewind.html' title='Weekend Rewind'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2222183130285547991</id><published>2008-10-15T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:07:44.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Vanity Is Calling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I never expect that I would be hooked on cosmetics. I grew up with the idea that putting on make-up clogs the pores and causes evil blackheads (&lt;em&gt;Yes, evil blackheads!&lt;/em&gt;) Hence, my face was free from all kinds of powder until I bought cosmetics from Skinfood just for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;my Sworn Sista's wedding (&lt;em&gt;I refused to be a plain Jane standing beside the members of her entourage&lt;/em&gt;) I succeeded in looking pretty that day and well, I have been hooked ever since : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;However, looking at the photographs that I have taken during the sales workshop last Saturday, I realized that the Skinfood compact powder made me look as if I was wearing a white mask and I guess I looked ultra artificial : / Coincidentally, a couple of days back when we were walking back to the office, both Sharon and I came across The Bodyshop's new range of mineral cosmetics and we were won over by its non-comedogenic, non-fragrant and shimmery properties (&lt;em&gt;meaning to say, our pores will not be clogged while looking dewy at the same time!) &lt;/em&gt;Initially, I was quite put off by the price tag of the loose powder and blusher, but...what the heck! We went to The Bodyshop after work yesterday : P~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I was quite impressed by the professionalism and good product knowledge of the beauty consultant. She could easily tell which powder shade suit us and she made an effort to demostrate how to apply the powder using the synthetic brushes : ) As we spent over 85 bucks each, we received a goody bag which consisted of 2 pots of face cream, spa body gel and a tube of lip gloss! (&lt;em&gt;That's so damn wonderful!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We proceeded to This Fashion to look at working clothes (&lt;em&gt;Both Sharon and I realized that our wardrobes are so limited that we have been wearing the same old clothes every week&lt;/em&gt;) before meeting up with Sunshine Boy and Fat Boy for dinner at Golden Shoe Foodcourt (&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, Isaac was there too! He accompanied both Sharon and me to The Bodyshop and This Fashion while munching on his chocolate donut!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Though dinner (&lt;em&gt;I had soup noodles with lotsa veggies&lt;/em&gt;) was simple fare, it felt blissful to share one another's stories while sipping inexpensive Heineken beer and munching chocolatey donuts : ) I am looking forward to this coming Saturday's Johor Bahru trip : D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2222183130285547991?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2222183130285547991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2222183130285547991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/10/vanity-is-calling.html' title='Vanity Is Calling!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7098290823382758231</id><published>2008-10-10T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:12:37.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today is finally Friday and I guess I have died of exhaustion : / Have not been feeling well these few days and last Tuesday, I went to the doctor's (&lt;em&gt;I was on MC! Yay~)&lt;/em&gt; However, instead of resting at home, I went to Aunt Helen's for facial (&lt;em&gt;Yes, my face was a disaster with clogged pores and blackheads!&lt;/em&gt;) It was indeed soothing to have her porcelain-smooth hands on my weather-beaten face : D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After facial, I went to Crumpler at Heeren and bought a bag, not for myself, but for him (&lt;em&gt;Yes, that was my promise to him - I promised to buy it for him on his birthday&lt;/em&gt;) I knew it was impossible to hand it to him personally (&lt;em&gt;I am supposed to disappear from his life right?!), &lt;/em&gt;hence I went to the post office to have it hand-delivered to his doorstep (&lt;em&gt;Tada! Mission accomplished&lt;/em&gt;) After completing my mission, I bought a bouquet of flowers for Aunt. It was her birthday and both Fat Boy and I agreed to celebrate this special occasion by bringing her to have her favourite steamboat at Golden Mile Complex! : D~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After the sumptuous dinner of steamboat, sweet and sour pork and steamed chicken, we proceeded to Chinatown to have desserts before going home to watch TV (&lt;em&gt;Simple but nice : )&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Back to now. Yes, I am feeling so unwell..all because of tomorrow's sales workshop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;: ( I have to wake up at 6:15am. Arghh! It's worse than on a normal working day : ( I really have no idea what to wear tomorrow though I know I have to be in formal business wear (&lt;em&gt;Hey, it's a bloody Saturday, for heaven's sake!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, though it did not work out from the previous incident, I've realized and understood many things. I've decided to stop looking out and notice as well as cherish the ones who are there for me even when the sky falls down. Rollercoaster romances may be exciting and unforgettable, but when it comes to problems that determine whether we make or break, both parties crumble and separation is usually the easiest option. I admit I cannot take free-fall anymore. Time for me to wake up as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Wish me all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-7098290823382758231?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7098290823382758231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7098290823382758231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4917247465761076719</id><published>2008-10-06T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:21:15.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><title type='text'>Fun-Filled Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today is such a blue day. Besides churning edited resumes, I have been plugging into Facebook and bumming around (&lt;em&gt;What the hell!&lt;/em&gt;) It didn't help that it's also the time of the month; my whole body is aching badly : ( (&lt;em&gt;I should have rot in bed&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh! Weekends fly faster than anything else. Last Saturday, I went to City Square Plaza in Johor Bahru with Fat Boy and Sunshine Boy because I needed my hairdresser to get rid of that irritating kink to complete the rebonded look : / Well, it took him a couple of minutes to do the job and the best part was that I did not have to pay for the "new" hairstyle. I left the salon a happy customer : D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We proceeded to have lunch at the HK Cafe and I had my usual egg-wrapped fish fillet with rice and Chinese tea, whereas Fat Boy had his Nissin noodles and Sunshine Boy, beef hor fan. After the hearty meal (&lt;em&gt;I felt especially full because I was very glad with my "new" hairstyle&lt;/em&gt;), we strolled around City Square Plaza and I must say that I was bored as there was nothing much to shop (&lt;em&gt;I just bought a pair of Summit open-toed sandals the previous week&lt;/em&gt;) Hence, we decided to roam around other parts of Johor Bahru : P (&lt;em&gt;For your info, throughout the whole road trip, while the guys were frantically searching for A&amp;amp;W, I was sleeping at the back of the car : P&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ultimately, they failed to locate A&amp;amp;W and we ended up at Tesco, a new shopping mall : ) We spent almost 2 hours shopping for grocery and we found ourselves carrying plastic bags of chocolate, cookies, toiletries and canned food. As we did not want to go off early, we planned for a KTV session after dinner, thus, we booked a timeslot at Red Box in Tebrau before continuing with our journey (&lt;em&gt;this time round, in search of the seafood restaurant in Senibong&lt;/em&gt;) whereas I decided to snooze, but not for long because they managed to locate the place within 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was a good dinner - We tucked into fresh Canadian oysters, chilli crabs, fried squids, ostrich meat in black pepper sauce and garlic-fried kale : D~ (&lt;em&gt;I remember feeling fatter that night&lt;/em&gt;) The bill came to about 260RM, which was aboout 40 bucks per person. Value-for-money eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before heading to Red Box to croon our lungs away, we went to search for Compressed Natural Gas. This time round, it took about 45 minutes as the roads were dark. Anyway, it was worth it as Fat Boy paid less than 10RM for a full tank worth of gas! Feeling happy, we went to Red Box for our 4-hour singing session before leaving Johor Bahru at 1am...By the time I reached home, I was gone x (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4917247465761076719?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4917247465761076719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4917247465761076719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-filled-saturday.html' title='Fun-Filled Saturday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-8983051919244569019</id><published>2008-10-02T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:20:42.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After a year plus of our fair share of joy, laughter, tears and heartache, the chapter is closed - We decided not to pursue any further. Guess I have hurt him too much with my tantrums and dilemma to the extent he is not able to love me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Though we reconciled 2 weeks back, things were no longer the same anymore - Phonecalls, emails and SMSes were kept to the bare minimum. He no addressed me "Baby". He didn't care that I went to Vino Vino for the wine buffet (&lt;em&gt;and got knocked out afterwards&lt;/em&gt;) Even his specialty dishes of cabbage rice and vinegar chicken wings, which he loved to cook for me, lacked lustre. He didn't even want to share his problems with me. From these, I knew it. Things were no longer the same, and would not be the same anymore. Regardless how much I wanted to avoid facing the cold hard truth, I had to face it..sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I couldn't sleep the whole night yesterday. I had been thinking of how we were so happy together despite the occasional hiccups, how rowdy we could be in gatherings (&lt;em&gt;Yes, we were the livewires&lt;/em&gt;), how things went wrong (&lt;em&gt;Yes, my fault for not being decisive enough&lt;/em&gt;) and what I could do to be a better person (&lt;em&gt;Crap, in short, how to salvage the whole situation which was falling off bits and pieces&lt;/em&gt;) I decided to do anything just to make things work, provided he was willing (&lt;em&gt;Yes, that was the first step, to find out if he still loved me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sending SMSes to him had become a challenge. He used to cringe and rebutted adoringly at my nonsensical SMSes which included "I hate you to the core" and "I want to leave", but now no. Anyway, I needed to face the truth. I needed to know if he still loved me - I gathered my courage and texted him - "Should I continue to pursue or give up?" His reply came almost instaneously - "I think we better remained as good friends as you mentioned. My threshold has been breached" (&lt;em&gt;Ha! What more can I say? Love has died and nothing can make it come back&lt;/em&gt;) My final reply to him was "Fair enough, I will not pursue anymore. The love was just not strong enough to withstand problems. I will disappear from your life". Oh yes, I was shattered by the way, but what could I do? He didn't know that he was that important to me and that I was prepared to be with him for the rest of my life. Anyway, I always believe that it's meaningless to persuade and convince the other party for acceptance when love dies. No matter how painful it is for me to let it go, I have to let it go : / (&lt;em&gt;Never in my life did I expect this happen. Never. I thought he would always be there for me. Unconditionally.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Goodbye King Kong, you know I once loved you. You know I was even ready to be your bride. Everything has turned into ashes of memories now because of your inability to forgive and forget. You will always be in my heart. I will miss you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-8983051919244569019?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8983051919244569019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/8983051919244569019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-chapter.html' title='Final Chapter'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5535006386409501996</id><published>2008-09-30T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:25:36.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If not for my Gramps who woke me up at 6:18am, I would have been late for Sworn Sista's wedding last Saturday (&lt;em&gt;Yes, you heard it right. 6:18am&lt;/em&gt;) I jumped out of bed, took a quick shower before changing into my turquoise top and black skirt and dusting my face with powder (&lt;em&gt;Hello clogged pores!)&lt;/em&gt; I was fortunate that everything went well (&lt;em&gt;At least I did not look like a Chinese opera singer : P &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Took a cab and reached her house at about 7:20am and was surprised to know that we were too early (&lt;em&gt;Dammit! I could have saved 5 bucks!) &lt;/em&gt;The&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;entourage was slacking around and having slices of banana and walnut cake for breakfast whereas&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Sworn Sista was sitting in her room with the makeup artiste applying all kinds of colours on her face. Feeling bored, I started to fiddle with my mobile phone and reading the newspapers (&lt;em&gt;There was simply nothing much to talk, except for formalities : ( &lt;/em&gt;) I freaked out when the bridegroom and his entourage reached at 8:40am (&lt;em&gt;He was 40 minutes late!)&lt;/em&gt; We executed the gatecrashing games and I must say that they were not exactly exciting. We did the usual by asking them to do the push-ups and drink some weird concoction : / (&lt;em&gt;The only time that invoked my excitement was the ang pow negotiation - We managed to squeeze 288 bucks&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We proceeded to Hort Park for photoshooting : / It was so damn hot under the blaring sun that I could feel my makeup melting. Argh! And the worst thing was that we had to smile despite feeling all hot and sweaty (&lt;em&gt;No wonder professional models are paid well - They have to endure sweaty armpits yet put on their glamourous smiles&lt;/em&gt;) Was quite glad that the bridegroom entourage was fun-loving and proactive (&lt;em&gt;Else, I would have rot from boredom&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Final destination was the bridegroom's house at Ang Mo Kio. We had our long-awaited buffet lunch and rest : / (&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, the food sucks&lt;/em&gt;) Well, while Sworn Sista and her hubby were performing the wedding rituals, we were bumming around and watching television : / At that point of time, I was getting restless due to lack of sleep : ( It was a long wait before they wrapped up everything and one of the members from the bridegroom entourage drove us home. Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-5535006386409501996?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5535006386409501996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5535006386409501996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding Day'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1587420507084266418</id><published>2008-09-26T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:34:27.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Worry Wart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I refused to wake up just now. It was such a cold and rainy day - Perfect for hiding under the warm blanket and sleep : D~ (&lt;em&gt;Then again,&lt;/em&gt; s&lt;em&gt;ince I am on half day today, what more can I ask for? : P&lt;/em&gt; ) Feeling so damn lazy, I am dressed in a grey racerback top, my new From The Sixties skirt and my shiny black flip flops (&lt;em&gt;Hey, that completes the Friday dressdown look eh?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thought my hair woes are over. No more nasty flyaway hair and looking messy with my new ironed ramrod straight tresses. No more wasting 10 minutes every morning preening in front of the mirror. Well, I was wrong. I think I look like Goofy with my flat hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;: ( Argh, forget it..I should just be contented with it eh? Anyway, Sunshine Boy, Sharon, Panda and Adam commented that I looked good. That's all it matters : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have been surfing the Net to gather ideas on makeup : ( I am feeling so stressed up. I hardly use cosmetics and since this time round, I have to look "made-up" on Sworn Sista's wedding day, I am so damn afraid to look erm...ugly. Have thought of not wearing any makeup (&lt;em&gt;just me, my eyeliner and my lipstick&lt;/em&gt;), but I reckoned I would look too plain standing beside the bride and everybody else : ( Damn! To make sure that everything goes went tomorrow (&lt;em&gt;Yes, tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;), I practised applying the shimmery eyeshadow and hmmm, I guess I looked fine? I must try not to drink too much water tonight else my eyes swelled like fishballs when I wake up the next day? I fear that I would look bloated because it's going to the time of the month, hence, water retention is perfectly common (&lt;em&gt;Fuck, why must it be at this time!)&lt;/em&gt; Gee, I just hope everything will turn out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey, wait a minute. Why am I behaving like the bride? Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1587420507084266418?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1587420507084266418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1587420507084266418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/worry-wart.html' title='Worry Wart'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4040853705874663219</id><published>2008-09-21T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:57:04.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What The Hell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dammit. I've got slammed by one of Sworn Sista's former classmates for uploading the so-called saucy pictures of the Hen Party. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's so saucy about doing a blowjob on a fake penis and wearing a red bra over her own clothes?&lt;/span&gt;) Funny, since they could behave so wildly and rowdily during the session, I cannot believe they are so conservative in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed the 2 albums immediately and thought that everything was fine, but she continued to slam me by saying that I was rude to upload those pictures despite requests not to do so (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell, was she dreaming or what? I didn't even recall her saying that!&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway, I fully regret turning up for the fucking party and being the fucking photographer. I thought they were fun-loving souls like Rightie and Adeline, but what the hell! A bunch of conservative bitches! Even when I reminded her not to be so offensive as we are going to meet this coming Saturday and assured her that I had already removed the pictures, she was so damn sarcastic about it! She thanked me for uploading and removing the pictures so efficiently. What a bitch. If not for my Sworn Sista, I wouldn't have been so damn polite! What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is that I went to tell my Sworn Sista about the whole incident and that I would not be going for the day event as I did not want to face that bitch. She said that I shouldn't have uploaded those pictures and that she was angry that I was going to play her out and ignored me. What the hell. As sworn sisters, she couldn't understand my predicament. Well, if she insists that I go, I guess I just go...it's her big day. Hmmm, see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. A happy occasion turned sour.&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/3768653392927742479-4040853705874663219?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4040853705874663219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4040853705874663219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7094570102337597127</id><published>2008-09-21T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:39:50.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Girls' Art Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;After much pondering, I decided to attend my sworn sista's Hen Party at Ootique in Boat Quay last Friday. I was right, it did feel awkward to mingle and act chummy with people whom I am not close to (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even from secondary school days&lt;/span&gt;) The North Indian vegetarian food fare was crap - fried cheese french fries, fried okra that looked so damn pathetic, cheesy naan that tasted so damn flat and papadum that lost its crunch long ago : ( However, credit must be given to the Truth Or Dare games thaht we played. We flashed red bras; threw bras out of the window, pulled down our pants and be spanked, french-kissed one another and even bared our boobs : P (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have certified a red-hot straight as I felt disgusting kissing members from the same gender. Yay~!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I prefer guys any time!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 45 minutes of sickening games, we proceeded to the "Hot Room" where all the sex toys were displayed. Felt in love with a pink dildo and topped 2 bucks on top of my 25 credits : D~ Headed to Molly Malone's for drinks and supper when we couldn't get a quiet spot at The Caraven (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortunately, there was Sunshine Boy who helped us to get a long table and glad he was around; I was so bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Throughout the outing, they were talking about HDB flats, wedding procedures and people whom I do not know...Tried joining in the conversation, but my enthusiasm died within seconds as I have not reached their stage : ( I really felt like kicking myself. Hard. However, I heard that lotsa photoshoots would be taken on that day, hence, I had been thinking if I should give in to cosmetics : / All along my face is steered clear of compact powder and blusher because I strongly believed that they would blog my big pores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to give in. It's an important event and I do not want to pale in comparison with her friends, whom I believed would have multiple colours on their faces on that day. Walked into Skin Food yesterday and bought a sweet potato essence compact powder (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoa, didn't know that the humble root would appear in cosmetics&lt;/span&gt;), pink blusher pot, light orangey lipgloss as well as a silvery eyeshadow pot! The colours sound nice, but I am not sure how the combination would turn out. Wish me all the best alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3768653392927742479-7094570102337597127?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7094570102337597127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7094570102337597127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-art-tools.html' title='Girls&apos; Art Tools'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6736937010704457717</id><published>2008-09-17T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:17:41.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>That Damn Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have been feeling demoralized since the whole of last month because I thought I would fall flat in sales this month. Fortunately, activities have picked up and well, I must say it is not going to be that bad afterall : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been 3 good days that we did not communicate...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee, how should I continue from here?&lt;/span&gt;) I don't know how things turn out to be like that..(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or perhaps, I have seen it coming, sooner or later&lt;/span&gt;) I was already very angry by his devil-may-care attitude before last Sunday; I guess I snapped when he did not turn up for the Mid Autumn Festival gathering - I felt so damn cheated. He promised to accompany me! Besides, it was supposed to be our 1st Mid Autumn Festival together (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argh! That pig!&lt;/span&gt;) In my pique, I told him that I did not want to spend my life waiting for him and I would not contact him. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, when I threw such tantrums, he would try his best to humor me and things would resume to normal. Recently, it's no longer like that - He would just leave me alone or even sometimes flare up. Things got worse; even the smallest issue got out of hand and became a major problem. When we became tired of going round and round in circles for a certain problem, we adjourned to another day and multiple minor issues snowballed...There is never a day we did not quarrel and both of us were emotionally drained (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, I just want him to humor me!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 days, I have been thinking long and hard. What should I do? Swallow humble pie and call him? Retain my royal pride and wait for him to call? Ignore him forever and move on? I have no idea. What happens if I call him? Will things go back to what was long long time before when we were so happy and lovey dovey or when we were sparring with sarcasm everyday? What happens if he has changed which explains the bad behavior? Wouldn't I be a bloody fool if I were to break the ice? Perhaps, I should continue to wait because if he does, it means I am still very important to him? Or cast him out of my life and move onto another guy? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww...it's a waste : (&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent my Nokia phone for repairs last Sunday. The Sony Ericsson phone that I am carrying right now belongs to him and I am supposed to return it to him once I collect my own phone; then again...I have been dilly-dallying because I don't know when is the right time to return it to him. *Sigh!* Alright, I think I will continue to wait. If he doesn't call, at least I have a Sony Ericsson phone : / Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8sCTQq8Ats&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8sCTQq8Ats&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is how I felt last Sunday. Damn that pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&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/3768653392927742479-6736937010704457717?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6736937010704457717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6736937010704457717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-damn-pig.html' title='That Damn Pig'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-543608251854642070</id><published>2008-09-15T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:47:36.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>With Love, for the 3rd Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My dearest gal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the least fine! Sales have been going downhill - Everybody's waiting for their year-end bonuses and it doesn't help that I have a bloody bitch for a colleague, who will not hesitate to snatch my candidates..It happened a couple of times and apparently, I am at a loss. Argh! The only thing I can look forward to is wait for her to relocate to Hong Kong (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;She's going to set up a physical branch there&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Autumn Festival was fine - Instead of spending with the usual bunch of Huiling, Stephen and the Kau, I went to my Godpa's house to celebrate with the SPI members : ) Fun. I know! If not for Dickie Boi, I doubt you would have mooncakes! He asked me what I wanted to buy for you, but I had no idea : ( I had wanted to buy plushies for you to hug but decided not to, at the thought of the excess baggage penalty when you come back! I believe you know that he spent about 200 bucks on that box of mooncakes eh? : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I am so angry by the astrocious delay in your reply! Well, I can understand how you feel because everytime when I received your mail, tears would well in my eyes : ( (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Guess we are all emotional people eh?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! I've always thought that &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is always cool! I didn't that humidity exists! The weather here is getting more and more erratic. One moment it's sunny, the next moment, rainy : ( Many people around me are sick because of this; for me, I was seriously down with a stuck nose and itchy throat for the past week : ( Well, I could have been better, but I couldn't resist durian snowskin mooncakes, so...ahem : P~ The condition got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you feel that you told Dickie Boi that you wanted to put a full-stop to the relationship? How did he react? I hope not violent eh? Actually, I sympathise with him - He gives me the feeling that he loves you alot and that he will do anything to make you happy. A couple of months back when I met him at his mobile phone shop (At that point of time, you guys were not back together), he was ultra depressed and he seemed very lost...I was very sad for him, to be very frank. I tried hard to get him out of the shell, but the more I attempted, the more he blocked me from his inner world...Then again, since you have already made up your mind and done the deed, what can I say, except to support you morally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand where you are coming from. It's so painful just to communicate via emails, phone and MSN; regardless how convenient it is, it can never be compared to physical presence. I would still prefer going out for dinners, movies and having heart-to-heart talks. In the past, I used to think that reasons of "we are incompatible" cited by couples who broke up were euphemisms of "we don't love each other that much", then again, the former might be true..In this rat race society, it's much convenient to break up and find the next guy rather than digging up the issues and patching the gaps. Don't you think so? Harsh, but that's reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I did mention that in life, we have to choose between living a life with somebody who cared for us but whom we know will never be the one or leading one in lifelong pursue for that elusive one whom might never be found. Initially, I thought the former guarantees happiness so long as we are contented, but no. Living with somebody whom you do not love with your heart is painful...Not being with somebody whom you love is also torturing. Going round in theoretical circles? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate? Hahaha..it makes me wonder if soulmates really exist. I thought I have found my dream guy whom I have been looking for. I thought we can be very open about anything under the sun and moon. I thought I am also whom he has been looking for throughout his whole life and that he would love me unconditionally. I was wrong. He's just a normal guy who has to slog his guts out to make ends meet and I am just a normal girl whose greed for his attention and pampering is neverending. Dream partners? You decide : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless? Many people, including Gramps, said that I am very heartless and senseless to let the Kau go after 5 years of time, money and feelings. Who actually knows what's behind the scenes? Afterall, I am the one who is going to spend the rest of life with him, not them. Who cares? Guess it goes for you too. If you feel that it's not right, don't commit, else you will sink even deeper and God knows how and when you are going to redeem yourself..Life is too short for redemption...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it's not just the language and culture that you are keen in, you are also interested in Japanese guys eh? : P It's a great feeling to have one or two flings overseas, provided you are able to let go when the need arises, otherwise, please do not play with fire. I am just afraid that you are attracted to him because you are lonely right now...and of course, I am terrified that he might see you as somebody he can go to bed with! &gt;: ( Not all Japanese guys are Kaneshiro Takeshi-s alright! Guys who simply want to lure you to their bed always try to invoke your sympathy by weaving heartbreaking stories of their past relationships..(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Been there, done that and I felt so damn stupid&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...when did you become so superstitious? : P True, the ah po did mention that you are in the debt of the Rooster and she did also say that you can just treat them to meals, nothing else..She did not say that you must marry or go to bed with a Rooster eh? : P Gemini! Hahaha...beware, Gemini people are flirtatious rascals (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;like me&lt;/span&gt;) : P Take it with a pinch of salt, needless to be so worried about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No problem, I love your mails, I do not mind if they are long, but I will definitely scream if they are short! Gee...I do miss you, girl : ) When are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you and your girlish giggles,&lt;br /&gt;(In the midst of a suck and aimless life too..waiting...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How have you been recently? I hope this email find you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How was mid-autumn's festival for you? Had fun? Needless to say, I did not celebrate the festival this year except for eating the mooncakes =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I know you must be blaming me for the atrociously long time I take to reply to your previous mail! But honestly, I find myself a little short of tearing everytime I think of writing home. I did rather talk online you know, just there and then... no time for emotional rushes like what I am experiencing  right now while composing this email to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Let's start with the weather. The weather has turned cooler now which I will be eternally grateful for, as the weather the past few weeks has been incredulously hot and humid. It was the monsoon period with heavy rain, but unfortunately the rain did not relieve any of the summer's heat but worsen it by causing the atmosphere to become damp and sticky. However, tonight was breezy with a slight autumn feel to it. The weather was nice and I did went out for dinner but I returned home in a foul mood. Let me let you on to the reason soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What I am about to tell you will be so much easier to say if I had met you online tonight, but I guess you must be already in bed as you have to work the next day. It is a national holiday in Japan tomorrow, that's why I can afford the luxury of staying up late tonight ^ ^ Okay, I wonder if you knew about it but just last week I chatted with Dickson online and I told him to cast thoughts about our relationship aside and focus on his career or what he intends to achieve in the near future. I mentioned that I thought it was best for us to remain as very good friends first and we should only discuss matters between us after I return from Japan. I felt that it was kinda pointless for us to harp on our feelings for each other when we are so far apart. As much as I hate to conform to stereotypical views that long-distance relationships more often than not come to no good an end, I can't deny that distance do play apart in diluting the feelings between a couple. Of course we can always communicate through chat applications and emails etc, but it could never be compared to the physical presence, for example, going out for dinner, to the movies, chatting at a cafe or even the sense of touch... if you get my point. To make matters worse, you are aware that right from the start, Dickson and I have nothing much in common to talk about right? We could hardly keep up an online conversation except for the formalities like so how's life, what have you been doing lately, complaints about how unfulfilling life can be etc... yeah~~ as can be noted, both of us are not helping each other out much. You know, our online conversations do end off unpleasantly at times. I am always pretty amazed at how we could fight even when we hadn't seen each other for months and when we hadn't been spending much time with each other. Sometimes, I look back and think about what went wrong and as I look back further into the past 7 years that we have been together, I realized that the root of the problem was right at the start of the relationship when we started to discover that our personalities were incompatible. I remembered that 7 years ago, you once mentioned that Dickson and I were unsuited in terms of personality and background but you said that it was obvious that he did care for me and that I have to choose between living a life with someone who cared for me but whom I know will never be the one or I could continue with my search for the one who might never be found. At that time, I thought that perhaps if you are really in love with a person, it doesn't matter if he or she is your soulmate or not. However, I guess after 7 years of endless disputes, I finally understand that if the other party is not your soulmate, the love you two once shared will erode among the many fights, arguments and unhappiness. Of course, I must say that there are blissful moments too, but the friction somehow just outweighs it all and love can't grow in this state, can it? Like what I have mentioned before, adaptation is a very scary thing. After arriving in Japan and being displaced from my comfort zone, I then realise that perhaps Dickson and I are just too used to being together and are too afraid of stepping out from our relationship, because we fear of having no one to fall back on just in case things don't work out well. As a result, I have been thinking about it slow and hard these days and I came to a conclusion that I should let this relationship go, in order to search for this soulmate whom could possibly never been found. Thus, I broke the news to Dickson about staying as friends while I am in Japan. What do you think? Have I made a right choice? I don't know... perhaps you might say that I am heartless to let go of a relationship made up of 7 years of time, effort and feelings. I know that after all, Dickson has done much for me too and my decision might be unfair to him... but don't you think that if we were to drag this and remain together, more harm would be done? At least in either way, my conscience wouldn't be clear, would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then here comes another problem... This is terrible. I am all alone here and I have absolutely no one to discuss this with and I am going beserk! Allow me to backtrack and explain why I was in such a lousy mood earlier tonight which could otherwise be a calm and nostalgic mid-autumn festival night. What I am telling you now is strictly for your eyes only okay? Please keep this hushed and DO NOT tell anyone about it especially Dickson or gramp's/family to avoid any unnecessary worrying or stir-ups. I trust that you can do this for me right? After all, we have been sharing secrets since young ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have this Japanese guy friend who I meet up with like once every week. I can't say for sure that he is interested in me but hell, we do click right on. Seriously, we could talk about almost anything under the sun and even though my Japanese isn't that good or is his Japanese that perfect, we could somehow still manage to communicate at ease. I feel kinda comfortable with him and I think we do laugh a lot in each other's presence. However, as far as that goes, I do not know much about his character though. After all, we have only went out for slightly more than 5 times... I must say that I am kinda drawn to him and I thought that perhaps we do have a certain chemistry between us... until tonight, the faithful mid-autumn night which left me on the verge of pulling all my hair out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After dinner tonight, we started talking about our past relationships and sharing our experiences. Apparently this guy just broke off with his ex slightly more than 2 weeks ago, exact reason unknown. He just attributed the break-up to the incompatibility of their personalities. Before his official break-up, he did kinda tell him that he was going to do it but at that time I didn't think anything of it because I have yet to feel anything for him. Right now, I am not very sure of how I feel too, as I am unclear of what this sick to the guts kind of feeling that I experienced and am experiencing now after he told me earlier that he is currently uninterested in finding a girlfriend at this moment of time and that he hasn't met anyone that he could fall in love with right now. So you 'pak kah' cousin has for once in her life made a wrong judgement about whether the chemistry shared between us was mutual or not. He really gave me the feeling that he was interested in me you know and I have mistaken it, now that I know that his interest is not in a romantic fashion but perhaps directed towards a foreigner in Japan whereby he is just eager to learn more about different lifestyles and cultures. Boy, I was really fooled, wasn't I? By the unanimous agreement on most issues, similar feelings held during certain situations and the once in a week meeting. At first I thought that the constant meeting every week at least proves that he was was a tad bit interested in me? But now I realise that I was duped by my own wishful thinking. However, he did really gave me the feeling that he might be interested... how and exactly what he said or did, I don't quite remember but your 'pak kah' cousin will most likely from now on be more 'pak kah' than ever I guess. It's kinda amazing that I can be attracted to someone under the condition of tougher than usual communication, different cultures and backgrounds. What do you think I should do now? Should I stop myself from falling even harder and deeper into this abyss which I can see no bottom? I am completely at a loss. As much as I wish for something to work out between us, but now looking back, it seems that we have went out for 6 times and if he feels something, he should at least have some response or something right? Or is it too quick or are Japanese just as 'pak kah' as your cousin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sighhh... I am really confused and I don't know what to think anymore. Any slightest waver of hope in me was completely snubbed out when he told me earlier that he wasn't interested in being in a relationship right now and that he is waiting to meet the someone who clicks with him and that he could fall in love with. Yeah~~ I am practically non-existent before him I guess. So the feeling of being able to click with him was just purely me being delusional. I simply feel like puking at the thought of that. I wonder if I should meet him again or perhaps I should just run away and avoid contact to save my betraying heart first. However, I might lose out on a very good friend... Do you remember what Ah Po said before I left for Japan? She said that I was in the debt of the rooster right? Now thinking of it... what did she exactly mean? I don't quite remember. As in I will have to repay them this life or that I will owe them in this life? Does it mean that they will haunt me for my debt this life? Or that I will owe them or have I already owed them? Haha... sorry, it must be confusing... it's kinda scary because judging from how I ranted about how much we clicked and stuff, you may have already guess that he is like my dearest cousin, a Gemini and he's a 1981. Scary, isn't it? I hadn't knew any rooster close to me except for gramp's before I left for Japan and suddenly out pops one. I was shocked at how coincidental it all seems at first. However I am afraid that he's here to collect the debt. According to what Ah Po said, does it mean that I have to repay him now or that I will owe him something in future? Crap, my emotional vulnerability is obviously leaving me way too superstitious for my own good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pheww... I guess I really have written too much about my problems in this email. I'm really sorry if this is hurting your eyes. I can perfectly understand why because my head swells too whenever I retrace the cramped and longwinded grandmother story that I have written. Thanks so much for bearing with me and I really would value your advice and opinions. Oh by the way, please let me know your recent condition and do let me hear of your problems too if you have any! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Missing all at home dearly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(In the midst of a sucky and aimless life, revolving around ridiculous illusions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-6259839471564096158?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6259839471564096158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6259839471564096158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-from-japan-3rd-one.html' title='Letter From Japan (The 3rd One!)'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5977019505721188270</id><published>2008-09-14T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:48:09.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tennis &amp; Dinner Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;My arms are aching right now (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt;) Met up with my university mates for tennis at Toa Payoh Safra yesterday afternoon. Skinny Bones was supposed to turn up as well, but he did not. Tried calling him a couple of times, but he did not pick up his phone (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How irresponsible&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough playing tennis after a long while : / I have lost all coordination and endurance (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does that mean that I have aged?&lt;/span&gt;) and I think the number of tennis balls I picked up was more than the number of times I returned a serve : ( It didn't help that I couldn't see properly with my mailboy cap (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was to prevent UV rays from eating into my skin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity rules eh?&lt;/span&gt;) After 2 hours of tennis, or rather ball-picking, we were totally drained : / Went to take a quick shower before hopping onto the cab to Chinatown for dinner! : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best part of all outings&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to 天津楼 for Chinese cuisine. Dinner was initially planned to be at Kuishin-Bo - I vetoed since I don't like buffets (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's either you stuff yourself or you leave the restaurant feeling short-changed&lt;/span&gt;) The food at the Chinese restaurant was not bad and it was not too expensive either; at the very least, we walked out feeling satisfied : ) Strolled around Chinatown to burn the excess calories while looking out for dessert shops : P As it was the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the streets were bustling with activities : ) Finally, we settled for a small dessert shop - Had mango sago with pomelo whereas the rest had beancurd with mango puree (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewww...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting happily when Zhaoxin startled the rest of us with her question - "Joanne, have you ever considered Wai Kin?" My jaws dropped and seeing that Bud had no reaction, I went about to shoot her back "How to consider him when he has never even considered me? Anyway, he liked you in the first place" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, my bad&lt;/span&gt;) Arghhhhhh......Actually, it has been an open secret that he has something for me since our university days, but due to several factors, we never got together. Well, I could feel it when the rest dared me to french kiss him on one Christmas gathering - It was supposed to be a 10-second dare, but ultimately, somebody had to pull us apart : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Best buddies? Tick. Best project partner? Tick. Best paparazzi partner? Tick. Lovers? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.........................&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/3768653392927742479-5977019505721188270?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5977019505721188270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/5977019505721188270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/tennis-dinner-outing.html' title='Tennis &amp; Dinner Outing'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7338780550351910989</id><published>2008-09-08T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:55:39.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Happy Weekends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was super sick last Saturday evening and though lying on the bed was the best solution, I sneaked out of the house to meet King Kong who came all the way in the rainy weather (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I missed him&lt;/span&gt;) Still in my home clothes, we took Bus 147 to his place (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, he promised to nurse me back to health : P ) &lt;/span&gt;It was a bad journey - I was having coughing fits as it was cold yet stuffy in the bus : ( Fortunately, he was there for me to punch, pinch and smack, so it was not so bad : P (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, my happiness at his expense, what more can I say?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at his place, as he was afraid that I might be hungry, he immediately set down to kitchen and whipped up a pot of vermicelli with shrimps, pork balls and chunks in hot soup. Despite persistent refusals to eat due to the fear of gaining weight, I drank a few mouthfuls of soup and chomped several pork balls at his insistence. Though I must say that it did not taste really fantastic, it warmed my heart : D I felt loved. As I was feeling lethargic, I went to bed after watching "3 Good Men" on SCV...Too bad. I had wanted to stare at the tube longer : ( I was fortunate to survive the night - I was coughing badly and many a time, I couldn't really breathe. Mucus and flem choked my breathing apparatus and I really felt suffocated. I couldn't recall the number of times he woke up to pull the blanket on me and to get me water : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept till 11am the next day - He woke me up to have brunch. He had woken up earlier to cook porridge, oyster-sauced chicken wings and soya-sauced beancurd strips with hard boiled eggs : ) Typical of him on Sunday mornings : ) Continued to watch TV programmes on SCV and I continued to snooze till 4pm. Woke up to watch repeated telecasts of Channel 8 programmes until I ate dinner of claypot rice cooked by his daddy. I must say that he is a much better cook than his folks (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It could be the addition of MSG though he denies : P&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8:30pm, we left his place to take Bus 147 to Rocher to satisfy my craving for ice cold beancurd : D~ Only then was I satisfied to go home : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always says that money is not always a consideration to have happy weekends, well...maybe? But one thing for sure is that he always makes me wanting him more. Why?&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/3768653392927742479-7338780550351910989?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7338780550351910989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7338780550351910989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-weekends.html' title='Happy Weekends!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-5612925899483904112</id><published>2008-09-06T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:00:54.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Walking Inferno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am feeling so damn sick right now..with a heavy head, stuck nose and a bad throat : ( Guess it might be last Tuesday evening rain (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dammit! I should have waited for it to stop&lt;/span&gt;), the smooth durian snowskin mooncakes from Marriott Hotel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man! I cannot stop gorging!&lt;/span&gt;) and the late nights (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have been sleeping at 1am because I am hooked on the 12am Taiwanese drama serial&lt;/span&gt;) Man, I have become such a whiner! &gt;: ( Regardless, I am a walking inferno now though I have slept the whole afternoon away and drunk gallons of water! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man, at this point of time, health is apparently more important than anything else&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that last month sales was bad (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;) : ( Couldn't believe that the sales figure on the board was only S$11K (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, my eyes popped out&lt;/span&gt;) Many of my candidates rejected offers and clients couldn't back fast enough - I felt like pulling my hair out. The only consolation was that I had closed a considerable number of temporary and contractual positions : / It was indeed demoralizing for somebody who had rot in the industry for 3 years to have such "glamorous" results : / I thought this month would be eqally bad now that the market is rather sluggish (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The future's bleak&lt;/span&gt;) Fortunately, I managed to close a Cost Accountant deal last Friday. Met up with the candidate and tried my best to prep him up and guess what? Everything was sealed on the spot : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can be sweeter than one shot one kill?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fat Boy after work and we went to Orchard Road to have dinner. Initially had wanted to try out Island Cafe at Tang's, but the menu was rather limited and he didn't look too interested either, hence, we walked to Takashimaya to try out Mr Sushi, a small eatery on the same level as Cold Storage. We had grilled fish with rice and miso soup (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had mirin saba, whereas he had teriyaki salmon&lt;/span&gt;) The bill came to 20 bucks and well, it was worth it. No wonder it was so crowded - We waited for 20 minutes before we got a seat : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled around Orchard Road after dinner. He had wanted to step into the crowded mooncake fair to buy 金华火腿 mooncakes from Goodwood Park Hotel for Gramps, but I refused as I was not feeling very well (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God knows if I would faint in the crowd&lt;/span&gt;) Had wanted to catch a movie, but there were no good shows around after Wall.E. What a shame. 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might be the late night drinking session with Adeline, Sunshine Boy, Sharon and Isaac at Boat Quay the previous night. It was supposed to be a short "drink-and-go" affair, but there were so much bitching and catching up that we forgot the time : ) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was surprised that I could walk in a straight line after 2 pints of Hoegaarden. Does that mean I am a better drinker now? : P&lt;/span&gt; ) Back to today, hell yeah, I was as dead as a fish; lunch was not as interesting as on other days : x By late evening, I felt heat and fatigue eating into me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I was going to be sick, which was a good thing as I could apply for medical leave tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt; ) Anyway, supposed to go dinner with King Kong, but apparently, he had to do his stuff and yes, I was stood up (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the 3rd time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ultra pissed, I headed straight home and I was a walking inferno with heat, fatigue and madness boiling in me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some colleague unwittingly asked me why my face was so red, as if I applied rouge - She forgot I was "allergic" to cosmetic&lt;/span&gt;) Took the train back and when I stepped out of the MRT station, I realized it was drizzling and I did not have my brolly with me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;) Too angry with every single thing, I walked in the rain and realized that the inferno in me was doused. Though I was drenched when I came home, I felt happier. I didn't realize that occasional walks in the rain could be fun (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nature huh?&lt;/span&gt;) Had bak kut teh for dinner with Brother at Alexandra Village. It felt nice slurping hot soup in such cold weather : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for last Sunday, I was supposed to meet up with King Kong for dinner after my oily massage and cold wraps, but he was tied up (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, that was the 2nd time&lt;/span&gt;) Not wanting to go home and have lonely dinner, I rang Fat Boy up to see if he was keen to accompany me. Met him at Yishun MRT and he took me to Orchidville - He had patronized the restaurant with his colleagues and thought that it was not bad. Though I didn't really fancy the restaurant (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The menu looked boring&lt;/span&gt;), I must say that the place was quite nice; it was lined with pots of different kinds of orchids and the best thing was that each pot of orchid was not expensive. Good for green-finger wannabes : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ultimately ended up at Muthu's in Little India for dinner and feeling full from the curry fish head, masala chicken and cabbage, we had a stroll and I bought a Ganesha clay figurine and a jasmine garland before we went to Loyang Tua Pek Kong Temple to offer incense : )&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/3768653392927742479-7269920934168320334?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7269920934168320334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7269920934168320334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-546522972025498235</id><published>2008-08-26T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:37:47.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Face Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My face feels clean! Not the usual clean, but especially clean! It has been over a month since I went to Aunt Helen's and well, I thought I could do away regular facials now that I have my collagen and SKII. I was wrong! On normal days, my face is fine, but when the hated period approaches, hormones go haywire and that's the end of my face! All the angry pimples and clogged pores stick to my poor face like leeches! &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice resting onto the bed after a long day while Aunt Helen's nimble fingers work on my desperate face. It could have been good if she could work on my face in silence, but as a chatty woman, she couldn't stop yakking away and she was sharing with me about her charity work on her off-days. I gasped as she doesn't seem to be one who goes on charitable missions : / Hence, my impression of her changed after hearing about how she was going to break down when she was in front of the elderly destitute and how she forked out money to buy food for the homeless (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is not that mercenary after all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I thought she is only keen to hardsell me her skincare products&lt;/span&gt;) However, that beautiful impression of her was struck by a bolt of "You want to try our collagen mask? 100 bucks only" when I spoke about my beloved collagen. I told her that I had no money and she continued with her brushes with charity while applying mask on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the mask absorbing the dirt from every single pore. I dozed off and half an hour later, Aunt Helen came back and washed the gunk from my face. She mentioned that it was the collagen mask that she mentioned earlier on and it would be her treat. I felt so touched that I could feel tears welling in my eyes : D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, best of all, it's 99% collagen!&lt;/span&gt;) I told her it would be better that I pay her else I would feel very uncomfortable, but she dismissed my concerns and told me to come back after 3 weeks : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling hungry and attacked by a sudden craving for bak chor mee, I headed to Food Republic in Wisma Atria. Though it felt funny eating alone (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate eating outside alone)&lt;/span&gt;, guess it was fine after a while : ) Though King Kong called, I refused to pick up the calls. What's the point of talking after the day is going to end? Besides, I don't think there's much to talk too.&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/3768653392927742479-546522972025498235?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/546522972025498235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/546522972025498235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/face-talk.html' title='Face Talk'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6115677752602098738</id><published>2008-08-21T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:15:04.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reply from Singapore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hullo my dear girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am not in a good shape either..sales have been slow and as you know, being in a sales-oriented environment, everything is about figures : ( How stressful~!&lt;br /&gt;Serious? Summer in Japan is very hot? I thought the temperature remains cool…whoa! I fully understand how you feel. Regardless how beautiful and interesting that country is, it is still not home. Home is where the heart is at peace, don’t you agree? Anyway, you will be home soon..stop counting the days : ) It’ll only make you miserable. Since you are already there, make full use of your trip – Learn as much as you can, feel the intense summer heat, wolf down as much sashimi, sushi and ramen and make love to as many Japanese guys there ; P Life’s more interesting like that eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hahaha…if you need to seek solace, just come to us. Though we are not physically there, you know that we will always be behind you, for this entire year. Feel free to call or email me, I will always be there for you, my dear girl : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Why paranoid? What are the simplest matters that you dwell on? Care to share? Yeah, no doubt living alone abroad makes one stronger and I believe this is something I can never do it. I am too used to living in my own fortress : P I believe being numb means you have grown stronger subconsciously. I believe you can pull through. Have faith in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, you have new friends! Guys or girls? If guys, are they the handsome breed? : P Well, you have already said that you have been there for slightly more than a month, what kind of friendship can you establish? I believe you would think twice of being chummy with somebody you have known for only a couple of weeks right? What’s more, you are never a social butterfly..? : ) I get what you mean. Bosom friends? I have lost faith in that long long time ago…Used to think that if I am sincere towards my friends, they would treat me the same too. However, some of them made me doubt my belief and some compound my faith…It’s all about trial and error and though it’s time-consuming and there’s risk of heartbreak, I am glad to make very good friends from my workplace : ) Though they have moved onto greener pastures, we made a point to keep in touch and I must say I miss them all the time! I always believe in 将心比心…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Yeah, the Japanese culture is like that! The Japanese love putting on hospitality masks and well, it’s anything better than them dishing out harsh treatment to you right? Guess I only love their food and their pink industry…(yes, here I go again…) : P You are a strong girl, it’s considerably fast that you have begun to get accustomed to the sort of life there : ) At the very least, you did not attempt to come back! : ) Stay strong and cheerful always, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Something is amiss in your life? What is it? Dickie Boi? *scratch head* Well, what’s so interesting about me? Nothing much except for agony and more agony. Initially, I thought I would be happy and contented with King Kong, however, I realized that I have drifted away from my pursue for a good life. You know it, I like fine cuisine, tours and LV bags…and I hate to imagine kicking myself for not being able to fulfill that. At the same time, it’s tough to pull away from the Kau after 5 years…Besides, to satisfy my insatiable greed for money, King Kong has been working part-time and freelance, which means to say he doesn’t have time for me and as you know I am somebody who dislikes loneliness…I must say it’s a bloody vicious cycle : ( We have been arguing over money issues as well as the Kau – I think it’s redundant...It makes me even more confused as ever. Interesting news? Is the Olympics considered interesting? Singapore won silver in table tennis, but I don’t feel proud at all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Jo (smiles : ) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*Will be waiting for your next mail : ) I love to receive your mails&lt;br /&gt;: ) Keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-6115677752602098738?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6115677752602098738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6115677752602098738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/reply-from-singapore.html' title='Reply from Singapore...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-3007770292030659207</id><published>2008-08-21T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:25:24.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Letter from Japan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How have you been recently? I hope you are coping with life fine.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The weather is getting cooler over here and trust me, I am so grateful for that.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The summer in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1219324705_0"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; is truly capable of melting one away =P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As for me, physically I am alright, but mentally I am still lost I guess.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;At times I do feel like I am kinda drifting admist a sea of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1219324705_1"&gt;Japanese people&lt;/span&gt; and culture.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;True enough, there are times when things are interesting and that I feel lucky to experience the events firsthand.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;However, one can't possibly be upbeat all the time right? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;There will be times when you need to seek solace from those around you and I guess that's when I feel kinda lost.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The feelings are indescribable. For example, when you just had a bad day, you would need some one to talk to or simply just to distract you from your unhappiness.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;However, when you are all alone in a foreign land, such a basic need becomes a luxury.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As such, I wonder if I am getting paranoid as I start to dwell on the simplest matters. No wonder they say living alone abroad makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I mean if I have to pull through almost everyday like this, I think I should be numb in no time.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And that's a fact. I'm getting used to silence and frequent monologues.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I realised that this has nothing to do with making friends or not. I do have friends of all sorts now (managed to make a few.. ^ ^)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But as you can imagine, the friendship could not possibly be that strong. After all, it has only been slightly more than a month since I'm here.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Then again, I can somehow foresee that the friendship would be nothing like bosom friends because we are all from different lands and kinda of too old to make truly lasting relationships. I mean at this age, trust and opening your heart to others seems overly naive. I'm not speaking just for myself but for the humankind in general.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If you get what I mean...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This may sound downright pessimistic but you know, everyone has their own lives to lead. They might be smiling and laughing with you in one second, and in the other, they are back to their own lives and you wouldn't know what is happening on the other end unless contact is kept. I can say so especially for the Japanese. You know how polite and how false they can be in front of people whom they are not close with. This is something I seriously dislike about Japanese culture, much to my fondness for the language and culture in general.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, adaptation is a very powerful and scary thing though. Like I have mentioned, I am beginning to get accustomed to the sort of life here.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Despite the many grievances that I poured out in the above (looking back at what I have written, I am shocked at the negative feelings I had!! =P),&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am kind of sedated here. I try to stay focus and do what is most beneficial for me. I guess the best way is to let nature takes it course for most matters.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This is one of the most important realization so far from my stay here. Never try to second guess what might happened next. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The more you hope for something, the more it is going to escape from your grasp.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, there is somthing amiss in my life now. Judging from what I have wrote, knowing you, you should be able to guess what is happening to me now.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sighh, do try to tell me more about it because I refuse to admit it =P and please let me know what is happening to you and your various 'lovers' right now =P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Just when I thought I know all about it, it seems that you never fail to impress or shock me with unbelievable news and happenings! ^ ^&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh yeah... what about your work? Are you satisfied? Are there any interesting news in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1219324705_2"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Please take care and send my regards to gramps, ah yee and all at home.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nostalgia,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wynne (weeps)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kinda relieved after unloading my lonely feelings in this mail ^ ^ Thanks for your patience in reading the mail though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-3007770292030659207?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3007770292030659207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/3007770292030659207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-from-japan.html' title='A Letter from Japan...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-6541062559288767668</id><published>2008-08-21T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:21:37.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Bad Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It has been a bad month for me : ( I cannot fill ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;en the smallest case and I really feel like dying : ( Fortunately, I managed to hit my bare minimum sales target, else my morale would have hit rock bottom (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;) Guess I am not the only one; this morning, I met my colleagues at the lift lobby and they looked tired and stressed. They shared with me that this month is bad and it didn't help with the implementation of the new team incentive scheme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was feeling down, I didn't really want to go out with anybody (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accountant even offered to treat me dinner at Asia Kitchen, but I rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;) I stayed in the office till 7pm and made my way home. As it was too late to pack dinner at the mix veggie rice stall, I headed to NTUC and bought a packet of kailan and picnic ham - Yes, dinner was maggi mee : ) Ate in front of the goggle box and went to bathe after that. Vanity struck me and I decided to slap on facial mud on my parched face&lt;br /&gt;: ) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The golden motto: There is no ugly women in the world, only lazy ones&lt;/span&gt;) Guess I will be watching TV and go to bed after that (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another working day tomorrow. Argh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, I met up with Sworn Sista at Raffles Place MRT station before we headed to Ajitsen for ramen (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argh! I think the food sucks&lt;/span&gt;) I was shocked to see a big zit on the side of her nose - Her wedding banquet is due next month! Though she is somebody who doesn't splurge on herself, I guess she should at least ensure she looks beautiful on that night : / (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once in a lifetime eh?&lt;/span&gt;) After dinner, we strolled around Ngee Ann City and Takashimaya to burn the excess calories. I bought a Giordano top for 13 bucks (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usual price is 33 bucks. Wow! It's a steal!&lt;/span&gt;) and 3 bottles of Pokka Collagen Water (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanity is expens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ive : /&lt;/span&gt; ) We continued to walk and finally stopped at Toastbox in Centrepoint where we had tea and coffee while waiting for her husband to meet up with us (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is pursuing ACCA...&lt;/span&gt;) before we took Bus 123 home : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...another 15 more minutes before I wash the gunk off my face : ) Vanity not only requires money, it requires time too! I am so hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;py that tomorrow is finally Friday. It's high time to rest and relax...I don't want to worry about the irritating sales figures anymore. It doesn't help anyway. Life is too short to be a worrywart! Just fuck everything into the air ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SK1rTtMAn3I/AAAAAAAAI2I/BXArqIKcOUM/s1600-h/Image000-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SK1rTtMAn3I/AAAAAAAAI2I/BXArqIKcOUM/s200/Image000-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236959927993409394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am not a vegetarian. I repeat: I am not a vegetarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&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/3768653392927742479-6541062559288767668?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6541062559288767668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/6541062559288767668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-month.html' title='Bad Month!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SK1rTtMAn3I/AAAAAAAAI2I/BXArqIKcOUM/s72-c/Image000-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2346487273361643146</id><published>2008-08-14T11:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:22:34.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>King Kong's Coming Home (Today)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Time flies. King Kong's coming home today, after about 2 days in Kuala Lumpur. As promised, he sent me pictures wherever he was..Enjoy~!~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234211482998890050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKOnnJtrXkI/AAAAAAAAI1A/yUYG9dsQnhk/s200/IMG00109%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;At the bottom of the Petronas Twin Towers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234211901944998562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKOn_iaNqqI/AAAAAAAAI1I/bTRud-7Y-b4/s200/IMG00110%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Breakfast was obviously crap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234212371044724290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKOoa18TbkI/AAAAAAAAI1Q/qsyY4CBauG8/s200/IMG00112%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Boring lecture eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234212682370358130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKOos9uHm3I/AAAAAAAAI1Y/dCUj1Rt4Cac/s200/IMG00117%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lunch was even more crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213055561374962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKOpCr9ynPI/AAAAAAAAI1g/JlXtvMhQ_Rg/s200/IMG00120%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Living in paradise where there are red juicy apples and a waterfall..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234230829058831826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKO5NPZzNdI/AAAAAAAAI1o/hMoc9tVtwk8/s200/IMG00129%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Think he's acting more and more like me..watch out for the toilet ghost though ; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-2346487273361643146?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2346487273361643146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2346487273361643146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/king-kongs-coming-home-today.html' title='King Kong&apos;s Coming Home (Today)'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKOnnJtrXkI/AAAAAAAAI1A/yUYG9dsQnhk/s72-c/IMG00109%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-9146817713999690785</id><published>2008-08-12T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:26:43.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>King Kong in KL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;King Kong left for Kuala Lumpur for some IT conference. I was so happy when I heard that he had to be away for a couple of days (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smell freedom!&lt;/span&gt;) He had wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; to meet me for lunch at Raffles Place before taking his coach at Harbourfront, but I couldn't make it as I had to bring the 2 new guys for lunch : P (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was my excuse - I was just afraid that h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e might cry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that was why I refused to see him&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his 5 -hour journey, he snapped a couple of pictur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;es and sent to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me. Feeling cheeky, I decided to do some touch-ups...Have fun : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGbIcmuS3I/AAAAAAAAI0Y/Gd_hbGRsQo4/s1600-h/IMG00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGbIcmuS3I/AAAAAAAAI0Y/Gd_hbGRsQo4/s200/IMG00095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233634811401096050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For some reasons, he's forever feeling hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGbdMFtZJI/AAAAAAAAI0g/udvshR8Dl_U/s1600-h/IMG00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGbdMFtZJI/AAAAAAAAI0g/udvshR8Dl_U/s200/IMG00096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233635167744910482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Food finally arrived, but it didn't entice the glutton..at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGb3SA4RQI/AAAAAAAAI0o/EiNHF2fTQbs/s1600-h/IMG00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGb3SA4RQI/AAAAAAAAI0o/EiNHF2fTQbs/s200/IMG00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233635616011863298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He rot in this coach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGcarbXMlI/AAAAAAAAI04/xCRloqNYEdw/s1600-h/IMG00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGcarbXMlI/AAAAAAAAI04/xCRloqNYEdw/s200/IMG00102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233636224129249874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He's wilting away..rotting away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Believed he will continue to send me more pictures tonight, if not tomorrow : ) Though he looks intimating with his fierce looks and gigantic size, he always behaves like a frightened puppy in front of me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell&lt;/span&gt;) Another 2 more days before he's going to pester me like crazy...Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-9146817713999690785?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/9146817713999690785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/9146817713999690785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/king-kong-in-kl.html' title='King Kong in KL!'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SKGbIcmuS3I/AAAAAAAAI0Y/Gd_hbGRsQo4/s72-c/IMG00095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7552442196049287727</id><published>2008-08-08T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T11:22:31.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reel Life, Real Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The past week has been very dry...No good orders and of course, no candidates : ( It's painful to wake up every morning and knowing that there is nothing constructive to do in the office : ( Wonder if I am able to cross my minimum sales target this month. I wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, last Saturday, I met up with my university mates at Hog's Breath Cafe in Chijmes for dinner. Well, I had my medium-rare steak afterall : D~ It doesn't make sense not to order their specialty eh? I was happy to see Skinny Bones and the rest and as usual, we did much catching up and I realized that everybody was so damn sick of the mundane working life. We reminicised those happy days when we attended lectures and spoke ill of the non-passionate lecturers and fellow course mates : P (I&lt;em&gt; miss those days when I had the choice of attending lectures and staying home to snooze&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We proceeded to Gloria Jean's at Marina Square for a cuppa before going off (&lt;em&gt;They are very good kids who don't fancy staying out till the wee hours&lt;/em&gt;) Craving for an ice-cold, both Skinny Bones and I headed to Harry's Bar for Heineken and ciggies. It was great to have a heart-to-heart talk with him after so long : ) It was sad to know that he couldn't undergo lasik as his myopia was out of control : ( He mentioned that wearing those thick glasses killed his confidence and I totally agreed...In this superficial world, looks are important...(&lt;em&gt;Just guess the amount of money I've spent on vanity each month...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As for last Wednesday, I met up with King Kong at Raffles Place MRT station before we headed for Sakae Sushi (&lt;em&gt;to satisfy my love for spicy salmon gunkan&lt;/em&gt;) and "Money No Enough 2" (&lt;em&gt;Yes, that was my second time&lt;/em&gt;) Though I've watched it twice, my sentiments remained; this is a good show and my tolerance towards Gramps increased..I really think it really sucks as a person to make somebody who gave unconditional love to you to sleep in the toilet &gt;: ( We waited for the bus and while waiting, his phone rang and I was not very happy that he had to work after sending me home (&lt;em&gt;I really hate the idea...Man, is this what I want?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yesterday was with King Kong again : ) We went to Republic Foodcourt in Vivocity to have dinner. We had the famous laksa (&lt;em&gt;Nice! On a cold rainy day!)&lt;/em&gt; and "butterfly" fritter (&lt;em&gt;My childhood fav!) &lt;/em&gt;before catching "The Hungry Ghost Festival" (&lt;em&gt;He won the movie tickets in an SPI contest&lt;/em&gt;) It was great info-tainment (&lt;em&gt;Either you love it or you hate it&lt;/em&gt;) and we left the theatre feeling that we had watched a good show : ) (&lt;em&gt;Wow! 2 good movies in a week!) &lt;/em&gt;He sent me home and while he was on the bus, he mentioned that he was tired and would be taking a nap...(&lt;em&gt;the second SMS came minutes later, saying that he would be going to work...)&lt;/em&gt; I was not very happy, then again, I cannot control what he wants to do. We are not committed to each other in any way : /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, I went to sleep feeling pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-7552442196049287727?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7552442196049287727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7552442196049287727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/reel-life-real-life.html' title='Reel Life, Real Life?'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1327956373425606844</id><published>2008-08-02T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:24:19.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>Precious Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Woke up at 10am today : ) I am so glad to have this luxury after waiting for 5 days! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nearly lost the chance to do so, by the way&lt;/span&gt;!) I feel so sad for my colleagues who have to wake up super duper early for the company photoshoot : P I was selected for the photoshoot (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt;) and I told Boss that I was allergic to cosmetics and if the photographer didn't mind having me barefaced, I would definitely turn up. Too bad full-makeup was required, hence, I was not shortlisted : P Tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was Fat Boy's 35th birthday. I didn't expect to meet up with him, hence, I couriered my gift to him on Wednesday afternoon (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't want to meet him, yet at the same time, I felt bad not buying a gift for him because he bought me a Monte Blanc coin pouch for me on my birthday&lt;/span&gt;) Just after my task was completed, he sent me a text message asking if I would do him the honor of going dinner with him (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could have saved up on the courier charges! Argh!&lt;/span&gt;) I agreed and we went to Jumbo at East Coast for his birthday dinner (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sri Lanka crabs! It has been ages since I last touched Sri Lanka crabs!&lt;/span&gt; : D) Initially, I had the idea that it would be awkward to face him and there would absolutely zero topic to talk. I was wrong (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least for me&lt;/span&gt;) and there was much to catch up after 3 weeks : ) After dinner, he sent me home and I must say that Gramps and Boyboy were happy to see him. He stayed for a short while before rushing home to unwrap his present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, we met up again. As I had no plans after my oily massage and cold wraps (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so damn pathetic, especially on Friday nights&lt;/span&gt;), I asked if he fancied dinner and a movie. He agreed and we watched "Money No Enough 2" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He has always been a sucker for Jack Neo's works&lt;/span&gt;) after having dinner at Han's (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I had seafood bee hoon and Chinese tea again&lt;/span&gt;) He sent me home and I was surprised to find durians in his car. They were for me and I was exhilarated when he said that one of the two was D2! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been craving for D2 since the KL trip!&lt;/span&gt;) Though my mouth is feeling very dry and I feel a tad heaty, it's worth it! Satisfying my D2 craving is more important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I will meeting up with my university mates at Cityhall MRT station. Dinner will be at Hog's Breath Cafe - A good place for meat, especially steak, but I doubt I will touch beef as I have been chugging red meat for the past few weeks. Enough is enough as I am afraid of putting on weight : / Then again, who knows? Hahaha......&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/3768653392927742479-1327956373425606844?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1327956373425606844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1327956373425606844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/08/precious-saturday.html' title='Precious Saturday'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-745856986265847569</id><published>2008-07-28T22:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:36:53.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Am Thinking Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These few days have been overwhelmed by the importance of money. Realized that I hate poverty and I refused to get anywhere near it! If I have extra cash at this present moment....I would splurge it on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3ZdTQh67I/AAAAAAAAIzo/PZbAmus4n4Q/s1600-h/louis-vuitton-damier-photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3ZdTQh67I/AAAAAAAAIzo/PZbAmus4n4Q/s200/louis-vuitton-damier-photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228073839856053170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Louis Vuitton Neverfull PM in Damier, to stash all my rubbish in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3aGb59nnI/AAAAAAAAIzw/Fq4O0XW0VN8/s1600-h/news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3aGb59nnI/AAAAAAAAIzw/Fq4O0XW0VN8/s200/news.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228074546551955058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;A sweet pink Nissan March to zoom around Singapore and JB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3biTAN3UI/AAAAAAAAI0A/lIPqQx1nHNQ/s1600-h/TiffanySolitaire1ctCZ14KWhiteGoldEngagementRing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3biTAN3UI/AAAAAAAAI0A/lIPqQx1nHNQ/s200/TiffanySolitaire1ctCZ14KWhiteGoldEngagementRing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228076124710231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;A beautiful diamond bling bling from Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. Awww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3cLW4HUEI/AAAAAAAAI0I/Q1vNRoYir9E/s1600-h/skii1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3cLW4HUEI/AAAAAAAAI0I/Q1vNRoYir9E/s200/skii1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228076830124625986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;A whole carton of SK II Miracle Water to soak my haggard face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3dTVhbzOI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/CyD4xDIi1xI/s1600-h/BanyanTreePhuket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3dTVhbzOI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/CyD4xDIi1xI/s200/BanyanTreePhuket1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228078066711645410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;A short resort escape to soothe the tired soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/3768653392927742479-745856986265847569?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/745856986265847569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/745856986265847569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-thinking-of.html' title='I Am Thinking Of...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SI3ZdTQh67I/AAAAAAAAIzo/PZbAmus4n4Q/s72-c/louis-vuitton-damier-photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-2331701346817525050</id><published>2008-07-28T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:31:43.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Hopeless Lovelorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I am so damn sick that it's already Monday today. Another few more hours and I have to go back to the hellhole of an office..Man~ : ( It has been quite sometime since I had such a relaxing Sunday - Came home at 9am and slept for an hour before Daddy woke me up from my slumber (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk tsk, this Daddy is horrible : P&lt;/span&gt; ) Had a few mouthfuls of Bro's peanut porridge and vermicelli bought from the market despite wolfing down a piece of plain (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but oily&lt;/span&gt;) roti prata an hour back : P (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I get fatter and fatter...?&lt;/span&gt;) Did much catching up with Daddy, Aunt Maddy and Bro (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, it does seem like ages since I sat down and spoke to them!&lt;/span&gt;); fortunately, they did not ask me about Fat Boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Fat Boy, it has been 3 weeks since I spoke to him. Though I feel relieved, I miss him tonnes! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask me why&lt;/span&gt;) Though I dare not initiate to communicate with him, I have been going onto MSN to see if he's around, looking onto roads hoping to catch a glimpse of SDM 9040 zooming by and so on...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh, I feel like a hopeless lovelorn..&lt;/span&gt;) Then again, is he feeling what I am feeling right now and is he simply oblivious to me? I have no idea. I wish to know the answer, yet I know I will not have the courage to face it, be it yes or no. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his 35th birthday is coming. This date has been circling in my head for ages. What should I do about it? Get him out for a birthday meal? Courier him his present? What about his birthday SMS? Should I or should I not send him? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head is starting to crack...Help&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently have been dreaming about him. Dreaming of us getting back together. Dreaming of us in the past, when we were still so happy. No quarrels, no heartbreak, no tears. Just pure happiness. Adeline has been dropping gentle reminders of Judgment Day (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is 1 August&lt;/span&gt;) - the day that determines who my heart wants to be with...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stressed eh?&lt;/span&gt;) I really hope I will know it by then and whatever decision I've made, either party will respect it. This is what I hope for.&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/3768653392927742479-2331701346817525050?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2331701346817525050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/2331701346817525050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/hopeless-lovelorn.html' title='A Hopeless Lovelorn'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1323950227326108311</id><published>2008-07-25T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:36:53.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a brown Koala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SImFx8_F7nI/AAAAAAAAIzg/D1997dfupTQ/s1600-h/color064.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226855935771012722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SImFx8_F7nI/AAAAAAAAIzg/D1997dfupTQ/s200/color064.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You are Brown Koala, who is quiet and modest. You are graceful and have atmosphere of being rather old fashioned. You don't like conflicts and are a peaceful person. People will not hate you. But you don't get loved passionately by the others either. You tend to have the same kind of relationships with each one of them, and no one becoming special. You don't get too close to anyone.You have great sensitivity, and those who get to know you may find you rather too nervous. You are cautious to people around you, and worry too much about your family and yourself. You are realistic person, and you prefer rationalism to emotional things.Nevertheless, you possess great sensitivity and have sense of beauty. You are very romantic type of person. You also possess natural aptitude to spirituality. Your selfish comment may make you isolated from people around you. If you can control your weakness, you may be able to show your talent that matches the need of the society.If you try to be a perfectionist, you will break the inner balance and may shut yourself in your own dreamy world.&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/3768653392927742479-1323950227326108311?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1323950227326108311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1323950227326108311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-brown-koala.html' title='I am a brown Koala'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SImFx8_F7nI/AAAAAAAAIzg/D1997dfupTQ/s72-c/color064.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-7834679430199182489</id><published>2008-07-23T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:12:48.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Letter With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Hey babe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been more than a week since we parted at the airport... *cries* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why have you not come online ever since? Have been meaning to chat with you =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So how have you been? The weather is sweltering hot here and writing this email to you makes me think back of the good old days when we would send 'our pigeons' to each other. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;How is work and things at home esp grandma? I am super home sick and miss everyone at home!! (it was terrible the first day dickson left~~ *sobs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Btw are things better between u and the kau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you have already made the difficult choice between the 2 impt guys in your life! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Life here has been so-so so far... din make any potential gd friends as yet because I cut into the class halfway where everyone knew each other already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My ominous predictions of being all alone without anyone to talk to are coming true!! Oh no~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sighh~~ The only time I do utter a few words are during class hours and when I come home I can only indulge in monologues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*cries* My mouth is mainly used for eating these days and I am under the impression that I am dumb... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well hopefully things will improve and thanks for sending me off at the airport yar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You take care and till I hear from you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Missing all @ home dearly~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wynne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;An email from Baby Cousin to me 11 days after she left for Japan to pursue her studies. To think that I've only realized it yesterday : ( (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hardly check my hotmail account&lt;/span&gt;) She must be thinking that I have forgotten about her! : ( Rather obvious that she is not doing well over there...Guess I must work harder and stop buying the unnecessary stuff so as to save up to visit her in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);"&gt;Hey girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to know that you are doing badly over in Japan. Perhaps, try to have more initiative and say more "hullo"s to your new friends? Believed you can do it though the initial stage is definitely more difficult. Had that issue when I first went to SIM to study and due to different characteristics, I couldn't click with the people. Doing projects with them is nut-case as working styles is obviously different. Ultimately, I moved onto the next group and guess I was just pure unlucky - I couldn't click well with the 2nd group as well. They are more into girlie stuff and clubbing, something which is not me. Got to know Christine (Wonder if you still remember her) while sitting alone and I initiated a "hello" to her and the friendship took off from there. Got to know more people together and we formed the dream team. Till now, we, with the exception of Christine, the mad woman who flew to Japan, still meet up every now and then to catch up. I never regret going through the tedious path for these good friends of mine : ) I believe the same goes for you too. It's never easy to find something valuable. Grit your teeth and march on. Since you have made your decision to be independent for one year, never regret. I will always be standing right behind you : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the kau, well, after a week you left, we met up for dinner at Marina Square. It was really awkward looking at each other straight in the eye. All we could talk about was superficial stuff like jobs as well as other people, but never ourselves. Guess there was too much hidden stuff that we stashed in our hearts...just as well, perhaps, we are just too tired to go through the vicious cycle of confrontation and heartbreak? Anyway, we have not contacted for 3 weeks and I must say that though I feel relieved and happy that I do not need to go through the same kind of pressure when meeting up with him, I do feel kinda lost. Afterall, we have been together for 5 years. It could have been decades..Gosh, I feel choked while talking about this issue. Let's move on, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry that I reply so late - I hardly check my hotmail account. Do drop me mails in my yahoo account and I will reply almost instantly. Frankly, you are not the one who is sad. I feel sad that you are so far away...Guess it's only when one loses something, the feeling is more intense? I miss pouring my bitter grievances out to you..I will try my best to see if I can go to Japan to meet up with you alright? In the meantime, hang on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me mails whenever you want : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you badly,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-7834679430199182489?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7834679430199182489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/7834679430199182489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-with-love.html' title='A Letter With Love'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-9122111018981603319</id><published>2008-07-18T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:17:44.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>18 July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If both Fat Boy and I were still together, we would be celebrating our 6th year anniversary. Yes, 6 years. One of the longest romance marathons in my life. Somehow..I have mixed feelings on this day. Sad that everything fell apart before we made it...yet relieved that both of us are released from the painful grasp of the vicious cycle of going nowhere..somehow, someone has to be the bad guy and break the chain (&lt;em&gt;in this case, it's me&lt;/em&gt;) Anyway, Happy 6th anniversary :~(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last Wednesday evening, I met up with King Kong at Raffles Place MRT station and together we took the train to Eunos. We walked to Joo Chiat to have the famous Fei Fei wanton mee (&lt;em&gt;Yummy! I like its traditional taste very much, albeit the few pieces of char siew and wanton&lt;/em&gt;) Feeling full, we strolled to Four Seasons Durian Cafe in hope to squeeze more tummy space for durians! (&lt;em&gt;The thought of durians is making me salivate now : D~&lt;/em&gt;) We sat by the roadside and enjoy the wonderful D24 durians (&lt;em&gt;You should see his greedy look while eating them&lt;/em&gt;) before taking a bus home. Oh, before taking a bus home, we continued to walk to Parkway Parade as I thought it might burn some of the calories : P; I remember squatting by the toilet bowl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: ( (&lt;em&gt;Must be the immediate effect from the durians&lt;/em&gt;) and walking out of the ladies' with cramped feet : ( Boo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As for yesterday evening, I followed King Kong to Pasir Ris as he needed to fulfil his temple duties by burning the big box of joss paper (&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was the 15th of the lunar month...&lt;/em&gt;) By the time he finished, it was already 8pm and both of us were famished : ~ ( As if it was not late enough, we had to take a train to Simei before we walked about 10 minutes to the Chinese restaurant that he wanted to introduce me : / I must say that I was not happy during the journey &gt;: ( Gave him a cold shoulder (&lt;em&gt;I was too angry for words&lt;/em&gt;) and instead of screaming at me for bad behaviour, he coaxed me, in hope of calming the tense situation : ) I was so relieved when I touched the first morsel of food and I went from an  angry to a happy girl almost instantly : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will be meeting Aunt Maddy and Bro for dinner tonight. It has been quite sometime since I have a good dinner with them..Though the venue and timing have not been confirmed yet, I believe it's the company and not the food and ambience that counts : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Sigh* To think that I spent all my Fridays with Fat Boy in the past.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-9122111018981603319?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/9122111018981603319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/9122111018981603319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/18-july-2008.html' title='18 July 2008'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-4760526277727508588</id><published>2008-07-16T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:11:12.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BGC'/><title type='text'>About Last Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Attended the quarterly sales workshop at Meriteus Mandarin in Orchard Road last Saturday morning and I must say it was absolutely boring : ( It was all about SWOT and CSA and there was really nothing much to look forward to. The market trend presentation was also in a mess and frankly speaking, I absolutely had no idea what it was : / Guess the only thing to cheer about was a gift from Boss for my 3 years with the company (&lt;em&gt;It was a lady's pen from Tiffany &amp;amp; Co&lt;/em&gt;) and international buffet lunch at Triple 3 : ) I had 11 oysters by the way and I believed my cholestrol level must be sky-high right now : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Met up with King Kong who was waiting for me at the lobby and together, we took Bus 123 to my place where I went to have a quick shower and a change of comfy clothes of T-shirt, bermudas and flip-flops : ) We proceeded to Little India as he wanted to bring me to Hindu temples to look at the various Ganesha status (&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, due to the timing, the trip was not fruitful&lt;/em&gt;) We continued walking from Race Course Road to Bartley Road where we had turtle soup for dinner. It tasted quite good, just that the turtle flesh was in bite-sizes. I would prefer it to be in bigger chunks. Hence, my vote goes to the turtle soup stall in MacPherson Road! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After the super heaty dinner, we took a bus to Bishan Junction 8 to catch "The Battle of Red Cliff" and along the way, both of us fell asleep : P (&lt;em&gt;It is a waste of time to look at the moving scenary when you are sleepy eh?&lt;/em&gt;) The show was fantastic with its war scenes and I must say that I was bowled over by Kaneshiro Takeshi, who starred as Zhuge Liang (&lt;em&gt;He's really the world's most beautiful man~!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As for Sunday, we stayed at home and watched HK drama serials and snoozing away. We also made a brief appearance at his baby niece's babyshower buffet. I must say that I was quite bored as I did not know many of the people there; acted as a smiling mannequin during our 45-minute stay (&lt;em&gt;Fortunately, it was just 45 minutes : )&lt;/em&gt; ) Took a bus to Loyang Tua Pek Kong Temple as I wanted to offer incense and we proceeded to Bugis to have dim sum dinner after that. We completed the day with ice cold soya beancurd from Rochor : P~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-4760526277727508588?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4760526277727508588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/4760526277727508588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-last-weekend.html' title='About Last Weekend...'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3768653392927742479.post-1238939165015853995</id><published>2008-07-11T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:36:54.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pretentious Food &amp; Simple Fare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last Tuesday evening, I met up with both Rightie and Adeline for dinner at Crystal Jade in Takashimaya. It was nice to see both of them again ; ) As usual, we chatted happily between morsels of seafood bee hoon, marinated chicken feet, coffee ribs, seafood fried rice, wanton noodles and garlic prawns (&lt;em&gt;What a feast!)&lt;/em&gt; Though we were so damn full, we insisted on having desserts to round up the meal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;: P Both of them had iced red bean dessert whereas I had black sesame glutinous rice balls covered in peanut shavings : ) I felt fat...(&lt;em&gt;Boo&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for Wednesday evening, I went to City Hall MRT station to meet up with King Kong before walking over to John Little for Godma - She had wanted to go shopping before our dinner at Waraku. However, due to certain reasons, we ended up sipping ocha and nibbling fried softshell crab, tempura sushi and fried tofu while waiting for Godpa. He arrived at 7pm and we began tucking into the wonderful Japanese dishes : ) We proceeded to Xin Wang HK Cafe for desserts (&lt;em&gt;glutinous rice balls in sesame paste and Chinese tea for me : )&lt;/em&gt; ) as we felt that there was not much variety for desserts in Waraku. We spoke about the SPI forum, Godpa's adventures in France and his love for Spanish ham : ) Time flies and we parted as Godma was showing signs of lethargy (&lt;em&gt;She was dropping obvious hints that she wanted to go home and rest when Godpa kept rattling about the French culture!)&lt;/em&gt; Both King Kong and I had a stroll along Esplanade before we took the bus home : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for yesterday, I was pissed with King Kong for not being able to accompany for dinner because he needed to work at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;: ( (&lt;em&gt;Yes, I was throwing tantrums again&lt;/em&gt;) I refused to go lunch with him (&lt;em&gt;I refused to see him&lt;/em&gt;) Worried that I might go hungry, he sneaked out during tea-break to buy spicy salmon gunkan from Sakae Sushi for me. As I had no dinner plans, I stayed back in the office to finish up the Powerpoint slides meant for tomorrow's workshop before taking a train home. By the time I reached Queenstown MRT station, it was already 7:30pm (&lt;em&gt;My mixed veggie stall had closed for the day&lt;/em&gt;) I decided to have simple fare for dinner, hence I went to NTUC and bought kale, a tin of tomato sardines, a bunch of bananas and 2 packets of milk. My last meal of the day consisted of porridge, boiled kale in oyster sauce and Gramp's leftover fish in chilli and beanpaste : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, he's not free again this evening : ( Anyway, I am going to have my oily massage and cold wraps later on : ) Time to lose the excess pounds and firm up the skin! : ) Not sure what I am going to do after that; anyway, it sucks to know that I have to wake up at 6:45am for the stupid workshop! Arghhhhhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221651671924400050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SHcIh7Xg37I/AAAAAAAAInc/nETBpr2Vqqw/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                  Simple fare of porridge and kale in oyster sauce : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221651431531060514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SHcIT71RnSI/AAAAAAAAInU/_rDaQ-q25Tk/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having a mini snooze while waiting for the porridge to simmer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3768653392927742479-1238939165015853995?l=princesstantan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1238939165015853995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3768653392927742479/posts/default/1238939165015853995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesstantan.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretentious-food-simple-fare.html' title='Pretentious Food &amp; Simple Fare'/><author><name>PrincessTanTan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560342377077192500</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/_Om2qWrAsSMw/SHcIh7Xg37I/AAAAAAAAInc/nETBpr2Vqqw/s72-c/Image038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
