<?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-21004112</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:23:44.048+08:00</updated><category term='Coffee'/><category term='KOSE'/><category term='benefit'/><category term='Lunar Chinese New Year'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='Cafe'/><category term='Godiva'/><category term='youth'/><category term='Blackheads'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Mask'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Java'/><category term='Wiener Kaffehaus'/><category term='fasio'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>my black clutch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-7008884882334279725</id><published>2010-06-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:47:24.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The path of Self Destruction</title><content type='html'>I was never a very religious person.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the zealous, enthusiastic Christian and I only did the minimal like going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today when the bf said he did not want to go to church again because he simply doesn't care what lies ahead after life was extremely disturbing, hurting, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he just wanted to focus on this life, and not afterlife because it wasn't important. I understood perfectly what he meant, because I was at some point of my life, having the same thoughts. I stopped going to church, I didn't want to me a Christian because I thought, "Life is great! I'm young and I can do anything I want. I love being me. Who cares about God? Religion? Church? Afterlife??? I don't give a heck and I just want to live the moment right here, live now."&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm definitely not going to drop dead tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to probe and find out his underlying reasons, was it because he didn't believe the existence of God? Did he doubt the truth in the Bible? Apparently not, he told he believed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible tells us that if you are not a Christian, well, you go to Hell after you die. Are you aware of that? Do you think it's true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I think it's true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what's &lt;em&gt;hell?" &lt;/em&gt;I ask him incredously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's hell?" he asks snidely. I can hear him rolling his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a place where you will suffer, be tortured, everlastingly, with no end. Don't you care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" his voice is devoid of emotion. I feel as though I don't know him. I've never felt so ... alien to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you not care? Why do you want to suffer when you know it? It would be like walking into a dead end. Why walk in knowing the consequence???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, he tells me flatly, "I just don't care. I'm already dead, it doesn't matter anymore. That's what I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why he thinks he way he thinks. I feel extremely heartbroken to see him &lt;em&gt;insist &lt;/em&gt;that self-destruction is his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-7008884882334279725?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/7008884882334279725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=7008884882334279725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7008884882334279725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7008884882334279725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2010/06/path-of-self-destruction.html' title='The path of Self Destruction'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1904354477298830363</id><published>2010-03-15T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:29:04.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss from Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn't request for the changes, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; did. I'm not going to pay. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Boss from hell on why he shouldn't have to pay after utilizing creative service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-1904354477298830363?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1904354477298830363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1904354477298830363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1904354477298830363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1904354477298830363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2010/03/boss-from-hell.html' title='Boss from Hell'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-7355673479023669025</id><published>2010-01-10T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:15:04.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'bye 2009</title><content type='html'>Looking back at 2009, I've had an extremely unbalanced life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time for myself, more time for Ken, more time with friends and family, more time to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the time must have went somewhere, some areas did receive loads of attention, although it makes me wonder if it's worthwhile. Is time pumped there actually worthwhile? Those moments when I could have spent with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I can't go back and use the time elsewhere. Too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to dawn on me it's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I shop aimlessly everyday, trying to fill up the great feeling of emptiness I feel. Trying to inject some life which I lack. And it's all in vain... because it just gives me a second of excitement and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just the Monday blues creeping into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I browse the eye-shadow section at drugstore.com now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-7355673479023669025?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/7355673479023669025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=7355673479023669025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7355673479023669025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7355673479023669025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2010/01/gbye-2009.html' title='G&apos;bye 2009'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1191414532534517319</id><published>2009-09-06T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:40:23.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I forgot how young I was.</title><content type='html'>Met up with Eve, Syaz and Alex to catch the Thai Bazaar.. we had beef soup, phad thai and mango sticky rice. It was really warm in there, but I really liked it. I forgot how it felt like to be 22, to meet my friends and laugh at goofy jokes. I forgot how it felt like to share food with people you love and just enjoy the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Far East Plaza after the fair while Alex had pontian noodles at graffiti cafe and we shared shaved ice! Surrounding us were many young people.. and gazing at them made me feel very old, but looking closely, I was in fact, pretty much the same age as them, just 1 or 2 years older. And it suddenly dawned on me that I was indeed young, even though my heart felt at least 10 years older. I just feel older than I am... and I forgot what it was like to enjoy my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the joy of having a life out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days... mondays to fridays I'm at work from 9 to 9. What other life can possibly exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbling on the tables at graffiti cafe made me miss secondary school where everyone wrote crap on their desks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote... Michael Jackson Lives Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEL EVE ALEX SYAZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my youth is fleeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-1191414532534517319?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1191414532534517319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1191414532534517319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1191414532534517319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1191414532534517319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-forgot-how-young-i-was.html' title='I forgot how young I was.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1348660641806076973</id><published>2009-09-06T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:25:57.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benefit'/><title type='text'>Beauty Junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't resist beauty products!!&lt;em&gt; Especially &lt;/em&gt;colors! They wonders they do in mere seconds. Aaah.. just what I needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPEtI4iFTI/AAAAAAAABE0/oamBlzGsrEc/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378358659768259890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPEtI4iFTI/AAAAAAAABE0/oamBlzGsrEc/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Fasio's latest eye color in br2... it stays so uber well without melting all day despite my oily lids. I'm sold! And if u layer on the dark accent colors it gives a very intense, dark chocolate smoky eyes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For day, work-friendly eye make-up, there's a neutral base that can work to perk up dull, tired eyes.. like mine... tired and devoid of soul, passion and energy... But with a little color and voila! I look decently human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted to buy benefit's blushers as well... but I really think it's insane to pay $45 for a tiny pot of blush in a cardboard packaging! Sorry, I'm not quite the high-end make-up type... I prefer drugstores for the pocket-friendly price, and since I'm so fickle it's really pointless spending a bomb on make-up I use for a couple of times....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I chanced upon Coralista &amp;amp; Benetint at only $26 and $6 each, I couldn't resist! I got it at the push-cart though... they said they brought it in from korea so it's at a really good rate. I hope it doesn't give me a massive break-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPFluPHcII/AAAAAAAABFE/LoCoKCIIXXg/s1600-h/51491bpimmL__AA265_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359631867768962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPFluPHcII/AAAAAAAABFE/LoCoKCIIXXg/s320/51491bpimmL__AA265_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPFlQ77XJI/AAAAAAAABE8/P4XLu098h1Y/s1600-h/41fOFVr5vrL__AA265_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378359624002657426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPFlQ77XJI/AAAAAAAABE8/P4XLu098h1Y/s320/41fOFVr5vrL__AA265_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what's the best thing I love about make-up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me feel good instantly... unlike skincare, you have to be religiously-disciplined to get great, flawless skin, not to mention, great, flawless DNA as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I happen not to own either characteristic, so, I'll fake it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-1348660641806076973?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1348660641806076973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1348660641806076973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1348660641806076973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1348660641806076973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-junkie.html' title='Beauty Junkie'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SqPEtI4iFTI/AAAAAAAABE0/oamBlzGsrEc/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-8537619907939116737</id><published>2009-06-29T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:58:50.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone too Soon</title><content type='html'>Matt 16:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave his all to the world for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed his youth, his life and his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a sad, lonely man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, he gained the whole world and lost his soul. Lost himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His departure, I hope is a release for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson 1958-2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-8537619907939116737?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/8537619907939116737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=8537619907939116737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8537619907939116737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8537619907939116737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/06/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone too Soon'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-5119876417390631248</id><published>2009-06-07T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:39:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motion of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SiveDgXRBWI/AAAAAAAABEk/18Fp22K_31s/s1600-h/CIMG1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344609534613718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SiveDgXRBWI/AAAAAAAABEk/18Fp22K_31s/s320/CIMG1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I love to write about life.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a 2 days ago I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Eve is right in her post, that I have a knack for getting jobs that have high level of stress. 48 hours before the event and so many stuff were not confirmed. I was crazy-obsessed that it was my fault and I spent the night pouring over the issue in my head and worrying. I woke up in cold sweat the next morning feeling my heavy heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion? Not my fault to begin with. Issue resolved too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I was amazed at how serious miscommunication was, and how bad it could get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alpha &amp;amp; Beta told No.9 about project. Me, told No. 9 about project &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;No. 9 did something that all Alpha, Beta &amp;amp; me did not mean. Totally different. GEEZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And boy, did it cause everyone lots of tense, uptight and stressed hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Next time when you tell anyone anything, make them repeat it to you in detail and pen it down in a document and make sure all corners are covered. If it's important, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God i'm a lively 22-year old who can take such adrenaline-pumped lifestyle. Really, if I were 52 and facing such crisis on a regular basis... God knows how long I can last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I realized with relief that all issues were not my fault, it sudden dawned on me how much time, energy and thoughts I put into &lt;em&gt;worrying. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me exhausted, it made me lose sleep and it made me get a cold! (it's proven that when you're stressed you fall sick real fast) More importantly, it made me sulk through my Saturday! I must have been real dull to be with then, poor friends and bf who were with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's the thing - problems, stress, conflicts, crap, challenges (whatever you call them): these are what makes life, life. Sometimes when shit comes along, it's important to realize that it's perfectly normal for it to be here again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And accept it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept the worst fate it could possibly bring you. Perhaps I could lose my job, perhaps the boss would think I'm retarded, perhaps none of what I imagined came true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have accepted it, you'll realize it's not so bad. So what if I lose my job? Why, I'll get a new one. So what if the boss thinks I'm retarded? I'll prove him wrong in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken is right, &lt;em&gt;"Kelly, you take life too seriously."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my blinded-hectic lifestyle, I forgot what life was all about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot how to enjoy life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember just 1 item on your To-Do list today: Enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SivepwYpeNI/AAAAAAAABEs/SXiWMhi_DB8/s1600-h/CIMG1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344610191749511378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SivepwYpeNI/AAAAAAAABEs/SXiWMhi_DB8/s320/CIMG1547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21004112-5119876417390631248?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/5119876417390631248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=5119876417390631248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5119876417390631248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5119876417390631248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/06/motion-of-life.html' title='Motion of Life'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SiveDgXRBWI/AAAAAAAABEk/18Fp22K_31s/s72-c/CIMG1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1476381833990283225</id><published>2009-04-22T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:38:58.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day</title><content type='html'>sometimes the daily grind does take a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;i try to keep my sanity by reading some little tips, from Richard Carlson's book, Don't Sweat the Small Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Forgive yourself, you're only human!  &lt;em&gt;(then i start humming Jason Mraz's Only Human)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make peace with chaos. Chaos is the law of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stress is self-induced. &lt;em&gt;How true! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shit happens. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Live the day as if it were your last, it might be. &lt;em&gt;Corny old one, but i still see lots of relevance in it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Life is too short to take it too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you die, your To-Do list will still be brimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Imagine yourself at your own funeral. &lt;em&gt;How will people remember you? She was always too busy for me. I hardly saw her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will this matter a year from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Treasure yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-1476381833990283225?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1476381833990283225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1476381833990283225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1476381833990283225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1476381833990283225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/04/day.html' title='day'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-8590649347952191504</id><published>2009-04-11T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:26:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SeDEKYYqvWI/AAAAAAAABEc/qM1o231P_tA/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323470442175577442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SeDEKYYqvWI/AAAAAAAABEc/qM1o231P_tA/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love rainy saturdays and how you can sit somewhere cosy sipping on a cup of coffee with someone you love. Munching on chicken wings and just talking - such are the simple pleasures of life that are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having a care in the world and enjoying the moment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is the my favourite of the week. Friday is when it's time to end a hectic work week and it's time to finish up crap and embrace Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fantastic good friday with Alex, Eve and Syaz at Tampines.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uniqlo was crazy... i thought for a moment that they were giving away tees. Eve and I joined the crazy queue anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eve was the highlight of our shopping trip, really. She became eve the talking mannequin.. just like in shopaholics. It's crazy. All thanks to her, we had loads of laughter and i spent quite a bit. Sighs.. the mannequin is soooo convincing. I bought a floral artsy-fartsy tote bag! A dress-tee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and! &lt;/em&gt;Finally saw Syaz... haven't seen him in a million years. So glad i met them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i heart long weekends.&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/21004112-8590649347952191504?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/8590649347952191504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=8590649347952191504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8590649347952191504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8590649347952191504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/SeDEKYYqvWI/AAAAAAAABEc/qM1o231P_tA/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-532290354715608662</id><published>2009-02-21T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:52:18.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KOSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackheads'/><title type='text'>Count your dead skins (&amp; blackheads)</title><content type='html'>Mask White is the very first item I tried in KOSE's line of products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall my bf's mom was a huge fan of KOSE's products and she bought me a tube of Mask White some 2 years ago and suggested I try it. (Maybe she could spot some gunk in my skin..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delight at first use as I revelled in counting the impurities the peel-off mask removed. I would stand under the light and scrutinize every morsel of oil-plug and dead skin cells alike and announce truimphantly "LOOK! Look at all that crap in my skin that's exiled!". I would feel a strange sense of satisfaction is seeing the gunk everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently my bf's interest was roused from my clearer skin, particularly my nose. He kept asking why my nose had lesser blackheads and what-nots. I tried to keep mum about my beauty secret but i guess he found it when he dug into my beauty closet and spotted Mask White. &lt;em&gt;Darn,&lt;/em&gt; I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ken's concern was largely his nose cos it was ridden with blackheads. He tried it too and said it worked for him! Now he' s such a vainpot and is always fighting to use it. =x Who said Singaporean guys do not take care of their skin?? They do, though secretly i suppose. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to give my face a quick steam before applying the mask. I find that the mask adheres better as my pores open up - so the mask goes skin deep! Watch as MORE impurities get removed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are afraid of that painful sensation of peeling the mask (which i simply enjoy) - try applying a light layer of sekkisei emulsion - this helps to reduce the ouch when you rip off the mask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over time, you will find that the peel-off mask has less impurities gradually. Why's that? I asked KOSE's sales advisors and they enlightened me saying it's due to the fact that your skin is more clarified now because you have been using the mask. Leads to cleaner skin and reduced impurities! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So catch us enjoying our Mask White - I have a photo in Most Loving Couple too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voters stand to win prizes too. So click away... whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-532290354715608662?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/532290354715608662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=532290354715608662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/532290354715608662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/532290354715608662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-your-dead-skins-blackheads.html' title='Count your dead skins (&amp; blackheads)'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-950817512999242455</id><published>2008-12-05T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:17:07.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty products</title><content type='html'>I using the Cosme Decorte Revitalising Mask now.. hmm no talking or i risk wrinkles!&lt;br /&gt;Cosme Decorte is a range of extremely premium range of skincare, very rich and very luxurious line. One of their highly coveted creams cost up to $1000. But it's very, very good.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my skin looks a bit brighter and the texture feels pretty good after i removed the mask! Anyway, products don't work in 1 minutes - no instant fix to beauty, lazy bum. Consistent and constant. Let's see how my skin looks after repeated use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/STlDYpyVUKI/AAAAAAAABEM/IkoLg_jtmfA/s1600-h/revitalizing_mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276322529254133922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/STlDYpyVUKI/AAAAAAAABEM/IkoLg_jtmfA/s320/revitalizing_mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're looking for a make-up remover, &lt;strong&gt;do not &lt;/strong&gt;try L'Oreal's Derma-Expertise Cleansing Milk Make-Up Remover. I just discovered my Fasio eye-shadow sitting on my eye bags... and i am supposed to have 'removed make-up thoroughly and gently'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i just bought skin79 Dream Girls Beblesh Cream for $26! What a pleasant surprise to find a brown bag and open to a luxuriously purple box.. I can't wait to try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-950817512999242455?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/950817512999242455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=950817512999242455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/950817512999242455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/950817512999242455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-products.html' title='beauty products'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/STlDYpyVUKI/AAAAAAAABEM/IkoLg_jtmfA/s72-c/revitalizing_mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1194188224565115941</id><published>2008-12-05T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:14:30.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I used to imagine what my 18th birthday bash would be like and what my 21st bash would be like. I would later realise I was simply too lazy to organise a party for 50 people to come to my place and have - I have to get them to rsvp, I have to cater food, prepare some deco, think of games and activities to keep my friends entertained, filled and happy. They would most likely mess it up and leave me clean up after it was all over. Not that they're messy people. I mean, I would! I wouldn't go to a party and promptly keep my plate after I'm done. I'd leave it on some inconspicuous side table and sneak away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how did mine go? Well, my 18th is a long forgotten. Honest. I have absolutely no recollection what on earth happened. At least I can recall my 21st, since I just turned 21 this November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a simple, hassle-free affair. I told Ken to plan everything and let me sit back and enjoy. and, I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came to my place empty-handed and sat there waiting while I got ready for our date.. then sis went, "psssssssst. open that carrier on the desk....." "WHAT CARRIER!!? Go away lah." she continued pssst-ing at me so I opened it and to my &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DELIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was a lovely green box with a big white ribbon.. and on the middle of the box was printed in white - kate spade new york. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOH my heart went. But i maintained a calm composure as I carefully undid the white bow and open the box to find a gorgeous, gorgeous purse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/STlAKfYXK9I/AAAAAAAABEE/6AaxEMERDoE/s1600-h/pKSLCI1-4631415reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276318987407797202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/STlAKfYXK9I/AAAAAAAABEE/6AaxEMERDoE/s320/pKSLCI1-4631415reg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;how did you know i wanted a wallet? (if you didn't catch my hint you must be a moron) and I gleefully emptied the contents of my old wallet into this new baby... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;then he brought me to take a ride at the singapore flyer. cam-whored a bit.. quite a bit actually and went to meet shilin, sok hong and edwin... and shilin's mom for dinner... rather brief too, cos shilin's mom was in a hurry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;they quickly passed me an agnes b rose locket and they soon left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What does 21 mean to me? 21 means nothing much to me now that I think about it. It's just another phase of life I suppose. &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/21004112-1194188224565115941?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1194188224565115941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1194188224565115941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1194188224565115941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1194188224565115941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2008/12/21st.html' title='21st'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/STlAKfYXK9I/AAAAAAAABEE/6AaxEMERDoE/s72-c/pKSLCI1-4631415reg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-5085236566025121042</id><published>2008-10-26T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:18:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick get-away to Genting</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for Genting early tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I sure miss Ken already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Woodlands, Singapore is a good get-away on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the last time he sent me off before I left for Taiwan, his eyes were a little too wet as waved at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and I'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to pretend I'm mugging for a final exam so I'm too busy to meet him, then he'll feel i'm nearer and won't miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-5085236566025121042?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/5085236566025121042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=5085236566025121042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5085236566025121042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5085236566025121042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-get-away-to-genting.html' title='A quick get-away to Genting'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-7951229786173467745</id><published>2008-10-01T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:18:28.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>My it's been absolutely long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, everything else has been nice and good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend was just sharing her plan to get married in 5 years..well, that's good. she'll be 25, i plan to get married somewhere there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when she said, "I'd rather shop less and buy unnecessary things. And save up for my marriage." she kept a very, very, serious look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horrors of saving for something so ... vague and far away, so serious. and expensive.&lt;br /&gt;"But you're &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;21!" i squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah. I don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mind. i don't plan to fork out a single cent for my marriage. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like mom said, "If he's broke, don't bother looking for a girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did life get so serious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-7951229786173467745?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/7951229786173467745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=7951229786173467745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7951229786173467745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7951229786173467745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-7819800704293358641</id><published>2008-03-30T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:08:26.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to blog cos it looks so obsolete and the last entry was 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got a new job&lt;br /&gt;- became busy&lt;br /&gt;- has kpi 's and sales targets .. the horrors&lt;br /&gt;- planning a holiday to bkk ( 6 months from now)&lt;br /&gt;- met friends&lt;br /&gt;- went to a crazy body shop sale and left with a broken shoe and empty bags&lt;br /&gt;- doing cardio weekly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-7819800704293358641?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/7819800704293358641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=7819800704293358641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7819800704293358641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7819800704293358641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-decided-to-blog-cos-it-looks-so.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-4101788897367251004</id><published>2008-01-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:33:50.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R &amp; R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I started working at JCDecaux, I've been feeling so exhausted every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall into a deep slumber every day at 11pm, after chatting with Mickey. I wake up at 6.45 (initially), snoozed to 7am, and finally.. I really wake up at 715 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's cos we start at 8.45 am, and perhaps it due to the super long walk from City Hall MRT to Suntec Tower 3 - that's the tower furthest from all the action, where Carrefour is. I take about 20 mins to walk from City Hall MRT to my office. That's in my 'shit-i'm-late-for-work-mode' speed. Can you imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, every Monday we have a Sales Meeting where late-comers have to fork out (gasp) $50 to the Sports Day fund. (We have a monthly Sports Day, we went kayaking this month. My arms.....) Die die also cannot be late on Monday. So i have to wake up at 645am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... CLASS STARTS TOMORROW. So my day starts at 7 am and ends at 12am now. I can just imagine how absolutely deadbeat I'm gonna be. Makes me tired just at the mere thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED TIRED TIRED. I wonder how i made i through my first semester. With my eyes closed I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4nZjC7boiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/7_y9WRpX9Z8/s1600-h/Image006+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154890444607037986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4nZjC7boiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/7_y9WRpX9Z8/s320/Image006+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least I have my weekends to look forward to! Last weekend, Mickey and I went to Sembawang Beach for a picnic. The weather was .. cool, breezy, windy... nice.. not-scorching.. and.. raining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4naXy7bojI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ZKHUjjBLyZw/s1600-h/Image019+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154891350845137458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4naXy7bojI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ZKHUjjBLyZw/s320/Image019+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had planned out so many activities! I brought a kite, uno cards, ipod, frisbee... wah lau then rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4nZUS7bohI/AAAAAAAAAvE/uud0T81Ywdg/s1600-h/Image001+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154890191203967506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4nZUS7bohI/AAAAAAAAAvE/uud0T81Ywdg/s320/Image001+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We munched on subs by the beach and we thought they tasted particularly good with the salty breeze! Then we read the papers and hummed to tunes in my ipod (more of my humming though). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran off to the bus stop when it starting pouring. and headed for coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rainy but fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/21004112-4101788897367251004?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/4101788897367251004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=4101788897367251004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/4101788897367251004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/4101788897367251004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2008/01/r-r.html' title='R &amp; R'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R4nZjC7boiI/AAAAAAAAAvM/7_y9WRpX9Z8/s72-c/Image006+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-6561437316877943040</id><published>2007-12-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:43:15.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin &amp; the Chipmunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2it4C7bogI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1RuubAm-uE0/s1600-h/chipmunks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145553752641217026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2it4C7bogI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1RuubAm-uE0/s320/chipmunks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listening to the Alvin and the Chipmunks' The Christmas Song for at least 20 times. It's quite addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmZtDb3ClZo&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmZtDb3ClZo&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judge for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their lyrics - it's tickling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas Xmas time is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for toys and times for cheer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I want a hoola hoop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want a plane that loops the loop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want a hoola hoop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of a little critter swinging a hoola hoop is cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the movie next week with Eve &amp;amp; YT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-6561437316877943040?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/6561437316877943040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=6561437316877943040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/6561437316877943040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/6561437316877943040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/12/alvin-chipmunks.html' title='Alvin &amp; the Chipmunks'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2it4C7bogI/AAAAAAAAAu8/1RuubAm-uE0/s72-c/chipmunks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-5685046410007626003</id><published>2007-12-18T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:14:24.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2eBWC7bofI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TbsYvTtVi9Q/s1600-h/hero_image20070905.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145223315037331954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2eBWC7bofI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TbsYvTtVi9Q/s320/hero_image20070905.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never a fan of apple - I hate how they try to squash and stamp out Creative. But Creative isn't performing well either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brand preference aside, I got an iPod Touch! Many thanks to the boyfriend for his sweet generousity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got it free from a Singnet promotion, plus some taka vouchers... all mine! YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPod touch is a cool techno gadget. Crisp screen resolution, lovely colours and fun to touch. It's really a variation of the iPhone, and falls short of expectations, slightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, I can upload pictures, videos, games and of course music. Now, the camera would really be a good touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-5685046410007626003?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/5685046410007626003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=5685046410007626003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5685046410007626003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5685046410007626003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/12/ipod-touch.html' title='iPod Touch'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2eBWC7bofI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TbsYvTtVi9Q/s72-c/hero_image20070905.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-497576755205301317</id><published>2007-12-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:57:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2d6qy7bodI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OPK88EQOQ10/s1600-h/Swensens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145215974938223058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2d6qy7bodI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OPK88EQOQ10/s320/Swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first picture together at Swensens.. Some two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken and I have been dating for about two years.. had our shares of ups and downs throughout. We were just reminiscing of the early stage of our relationship last night.... "So, what attracted me to you?" I asked him. And he replied my &lt;em&gt;cute looks (???) &lt;/em&gt;and my caring heart. "How could you read my heart and tell it's caring in what, &lt;em&gt;two dates? " &lt;/em&gt;He claimed he just could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our phone session later developed into a ego-stroking session, where out of curiosity I starting asking him about his favourite body part and his facial features. To start the ball rolling, I said I liked his broad shoulders and strong arms, and the veins that popped on the surface of his tanned skin. He hates his veins though. He agreed his shoulders were his favourite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise he said he liked my eyes, "Even tho they are uneven and one is single-lidded? I've been wanting to do cosmetic surgery on them." and he said he thought that made them look special. Getting someone to stroke your ego sometime does make you have a different perspective of yourself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-497576755205301317?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/497576755205301317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=497576755205301317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/497576755205301317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/497576755205301317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/12/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2d6qy7bodI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OPK88EQOQ10/s72-c/Swensens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1562540752844251009</id><published>2007-12-16T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:12:21.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Celebs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2SssS7boaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nv-TQOSkyO4/s1600-h/DSCF0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144426551359283618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2SssS7boaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nv-TQOSkyO4/s320/DSCF0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogger just announced that it couldnt process my entry! sheesh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been dreaming of celebs recently.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I dreamt of Raymond Lam - I remember feeling very contented as I woke up, and remembered seeing him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE WAS SO DARN CUTE! Now why didn't I just lunge at him and kiss him silly?! It was just a dream anyway. oh well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2Ss_S7bobI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Qpa1zfM47qI/s1600-h/OasisHomme_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144426877776798130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2Ss_S7bobI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Qpa1zfM47qI/s320/OasisHomme_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw Bosco Wong - tho it's been quite a regular in my dreams.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not looking like that! But just as hot. :)))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144427062460391874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s320/180px-Moseschan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Moses Chan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suspect it's an overdose of TVB dramas - and they all appeared in Heart of Greed! That must be why... Heart of Greed is about a rich family.. and how they fall out because of money. Moses plays a happy go lucky dude who supports his family even though he isn't really their biological son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read from Laurier ad page, that when you dream of celebs it's cos you think you're on par as them and have an ambitious mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HMM! &lt;em&gt;Well, I dream of them cos they're plain hot and endearing. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Dreams! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2StKC7bocI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/faCBokOTfU4/s1600-h/180px-Moseschan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-1562540752844251009?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1562540752844251009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1562540752844251009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1562540752844251009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1562540752844251009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams-of-celebs.html' title='Dreams of Celebs'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R2SssS7boaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/nv-TQOSkyO4/s72-c/DSCF0809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-8168515324293643557</id><published>2007-11-20T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:22:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than its political strifes and corrupt government officials, Taiwan is an ideal place to live in. The people are extremely polite and friendly, and I might say, cute! It's the way they speak that can make hokkien sound &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;demure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Hsin Bei Tou Hot Spring , Taipei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qHxXSuQfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JAKiB5RVU2s/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137067607105356274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qHxXSuQfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JAKiB5RVU2s/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda like a mountain, Bei Tou is the place to go for hot spring baths in the chilly weather. I liked how laid back the town was. Cafes by the sidewalks... running hot springs by the other side walk with steam emerging from the waters. The weather is about 20 degrees celsius and it's usually drizzling here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: Taipei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a trip on our own around Taipei - it's pretty simple to get around, they have MRTs all over Taipei, the rest of Taiwan's MRT is currently under construction, estimated to take about 6 years to completion. We went to Danshui St - and were surprised to find how all the scooters and motorcycles travelled in the same street with all the shops and where all the pedestrians were. Their presence made the air really polluted though. Everyone in TP seems to own a scooter btw, and parents just carry their infants in one arm and the other driving. Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought some 6 boxes of Sun Biscuits and tried Tie Dan ( Metal Egg), which tasted like our tea leave eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Shihlin Night Market - it's way bigger than Sg's Bugis... It's really happening, even on a Monday night. Had Teppanyaki for dinner, pretty economical and good for a night market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reunited with the tour guide - he brought us to Jiu Fen, another mountaineous area which rains non-stop for 340 days a year. Should have bought their brollies which were a mere 40 TWD!! That's SGD 2. DAMN!! Pretty, and quality ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't recall where exactly we went. But, I can safely say we travelled to the whole of Taiwan. Welcome 2 Taiwan has worked its magic on us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qIL3SuQgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ELdatB3cxYY/s1600-h/Image248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137068062371889666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qIL3SuQgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ELdatB3cxYY/s320/Image248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken at a National Park if i recall correctly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qIhXSuQhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1Wg5BaOegQY/s1600-h/Image288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137068431739077138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qIhXSuQhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/1Wg5BaOegQY/s320/Image288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The famous 'change-shift' march. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute soldiers march and just to change their shift while tourists like me snap snap and away as though they're an exhibits. Poor dudes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qJKHSuQiI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Zu7r29VL5Lk/s1600-h/Image254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137069131818746402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qJKHSuQiI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Zu7r29VL5Lk/s320/Image254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taiwan has a generous choice of beverages to guzzle on - just look at that stretch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-8168515324293643557?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/8168515324293643557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=8168515324293643557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8168515324293643557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8168515324293643557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-days-taiwan.html' title='7 days Taiwan'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/R0qHxXSuQfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JAKiB5RVU2s/s72-c/Image137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-8298088621237863276</id><published>2007-10-19T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:56:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the exclusive :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're not expecting some exciting content here, because there really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just paranoid about cyber stalkers :)&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i hardly update it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-8298088621237863276?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/8298088621237863276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=8298088621237863276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8298088621237863276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/8298088621237863276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-exclusive-i-hope-youre-not-expecting.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-3827812441181979471</id><published>2007-10-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:23:07.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'long</title><content type='html'>Another period of absence since my last entry. This time, I've privatised my blog... After hearing about cyberspace harassment, I'm getting a little worried. Never know which nut might stumble upon my blog. photobucket pictures are private too.. next up is my friendster account. Will be deleting the account soon. i should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-3827812441181979471?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/3827812441181979471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=3827812441181979471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/3827812441181979471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/3827812441181979471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/10/slong.html' title='S&apos;long'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-6163849580883561963</id><published>2007-08-04T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:57:35.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work sucks</title><content type='html'>Hey I've said that before right? That work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah it does. I was contemplating a resignation, then the work started to tone down, so I thought I could possibly handle work and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until yesterday when my boss ever so gently taichi-ed a sales account to me. (I am a Promotions Coordinator btw) Over the phone somemore. As I was told then, I would be assisting him in the project, not take over the project on my own. I asked him for his opinion for a decision, and he bounced the question back at me, adding, ' But you're the project manager what. You should know what's best.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I AM?! SINCE WHEN?!' I was stupefied. Yeah I felt quite stupid too. 'Quick, tell him he's mad. NOOO!' Instead I went uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. And he went yakking as though this fact was established eons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN HE ADDED A SARCASTIC REMARK - 'If you have any sob stories, you can tell me.'&lt;br /&gt;What the ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up feeling utterly..... dumb. Dumb, dumb, employee I am. &lt;br /&gt;I thought about resigning but I realised that this would be one good addition to my resume. 'Project manager for major account!' wowza sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, I guess I shall endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-6163849580883561963?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/6163849580883561963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=6163849580883561963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/6163849580883561963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/6163849580883561963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/08/work-sucks.html' title='Work sucks'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-2741821556953303207</id><published>2007-08-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:36:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WORK SUCKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-2741821556953303207?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/2741821556953303207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=2741821556953303207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2741821556953303207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2741821556953303207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/08/sanity.html' title='SANITY!'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-7412072151590304998</id><published>2007-06-30T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:29:05.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Termination</title><content type='html'>We were a small, close-knit group then , 3 girls - Me, Ruifen &amp; JiaYu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ruifen started complaining about JiaYu to me, that JiaYu did something to offend, annoy RuiFen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't want to friend her anymore.' RuiFen told me, &lt;em&gt;'Or else,'&lt;/em&gt; Her glare is threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 9 then, Primary school kiddy. Subsequently, RuiFen decided not to 'friend' me too because I paired up with JiaYu for one of our classes. RuiFen wrote me an angry letter - scrawling all over with a red marker - I HATE YOU AND JIAYU FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wasn't exactly sure who's fault it was more, and I don't want to play God and make a judgement, I decided to take a neutral stand. Unfortunately, RuiFen took neutral as taking the &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;side. It left me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later I looked back and realised how silly we were then. If we had been more forgiving of each other, hey, we could still meet up for coffee now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History decided to repeat itself once more, and this time, I am no longer 9, but 20.&lt;br /&gt;Being part of the Gen Y, we are, of course, the IT-savvy.&lt;br /&gt;The angry letter came in a form of an sms. It left me speechless again.&lt;br /&gt;I did correspond though, I mentioned that I had was entitled to choosing who I wanted to be friends with, which is true, my parents, my boyfriend have no say in my choice of friends, what more others? You may influence me, but not stop me. I do apologise though, for using the word '&lt;em&gt;choose' &lt;/em&gt;because that probably led to the other party thinking that I chose someone else over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stand is simple, it is neutral and I don't wish to take sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say who was really in the wrong? I wasn't there to witness the entire process, I can't say. I can't judge. I'm in no position to declare who's the sinner. I apologise again, that yes, I did sprout nonsense and make groudless judgements of people and situations I shouldn't have. I should have kept quiet. But in my eagerness to make someone feel better about it, I said many, many, wrong things. I should have thought hard and see if whatever I was gonna say would have an impact on me in near future. I tried to comfort her so hard, because I knew she was having a terrible time tiding thru the crisis. I wanted to help her ease through the difficult times. I wanted her to smile and love life once again. I'm sorry, but in my hastiness, I blabbed a lot. There's no taking back of blab, unfortunately. The Chinese have a saying 'Speak more and you err more' - sometimes it is a good idea to shut that trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine, I do not want to take sides. Like you, I value friendship, I need friends to get me by. I know you're hurt, upset, and I can understand why. One of the issues that went through my mind was that our friendship with Khai would be very badly damaged. I loved spending time with both of you (when all was well) , and I hoped secretly that perhaps one day, you would live and forgive. Why can't friendship be repaired? If a love relationship can be repaired, so can friendship. I'm definitely not taking sides, if that's what you're thinking again. But if you don't want to ever mend it, sure, it's your choice. But I think differently, therefore my actions show.&lt;br /&gt;If you think Firewire is not going to be affected and involved, I can tell you surely, you're wrong. So can everyone else speak to me? Are you going to terminate their friendship too because they betrayed you by speaking to me? When all of us are present, it will be awkward, well, for everyone benefit, I would try to stay out of mass Firewire outings. I will miss seeing everyone all at once. It is such a warm, comforting feeling when I'm surrounded by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that you're having an huge reaction that isn't necessary. But that's my opinion. Maybe it's necessary that you never see or speak to me again. I would recommend that you reconsider, but if you insist, I wouldn't stop you. Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Firewire, I miss all of you! I'm sorry that this happened, and I suppose I'll be seeing less of you peeps... But we can still meet.. er.. on our own. Won't be joining you guys for graduation lunch at the yummy botak jones... Do have fun though! Do they deliver? I want the fat sausage please! &lt;br /&gt;Yes Syaz, Birdy's family is healthy, mickey and I are happy, work is exhausting and I've hardly got time for sleep! (: Thanks for asking though. I'm glad. Oh and I just bought a laptop.. and...  5 more mini birdies.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEKS! 12.28 lor!! Oh and did I tell you I love warcraft now?? hehe. Ironic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-7412072151590304998?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/7412072151590304998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=7412072151590304998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7412072151590304998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7412072151590304998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/06/termination.html' title='Termination'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-2876806346927322365</id><published>2007-06-03T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:24:22.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures please -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKWPNsvw6I/AAAAAAAAArU/WI_B439Oac8/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071781318492144546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKWPNsvw6I/AAAAAAAAArU/WI_B439Oac8/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stuffing ourselves silly! Mudpies are luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKWGdsvw5I/AAAAAAAAArM/60TgsTs7-n0/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071781168168289170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKWGdsvw5I/AAAAAAAAArM/60TgsTs7-n0/s320/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm bringing sexy back, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKV7Nsvw4I/AAAAAAAAArE/0kS1Ke_27gI/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071780974894760834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKV7Nsvw4I/AAAAAAAAArE/0kS1Ke_27gI/s320/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's aho and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVsdsvw3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/d-AGz_lHpHE/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071780721491690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVsdsvw3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/d-AGz_lHpHE/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ActMedia Colleagues and I attempt to squeeze into a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVhdsvw2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/4n5bg-hQt68/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071780532513129314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVhdsvw2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/4n5bg-hQt68/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eeks! We're camera shy! Go away,kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVXtsvw1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/7v9pVc7WJG0/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071780365009404754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVXtsvw1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/7v9pVc7WJG0/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVMtsvw0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/gKzZcThBeL8/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071780176030843714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKVMtsvw0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/gKzZcThBeL8/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's get Twitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKU7dsvwzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VA0RmLbOdCw/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071779879678100274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKU7dsvwzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VA0RmLbOdCw/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex, Me, Mr Reserved and Ting Ting at Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKUytsvwyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Rx0WLIgtaIU/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071779729354244898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKUytsvwyI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Rx0WLIgtaIU/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOHUM. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-2876806346927322365?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/2876806346927322365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=2876806346927322365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2876806346927322365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2876806346927322365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-please.html' title='Pictures please -'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RmKWPNsvw6I/AAAAAAAAArU/WI_B439Oac8/s72-c/Image126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-7997476533789730256</id><published>2007-04-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:43:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love weekends</title><content type='html'>I absolutely look forward to weekends. Especially Fridays - Met Eve and Ting for dinner followed by midnight shopping in town. Yes, the comfortable feeling of spending time and laughter with good girlfriends. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention $$ spending too, I bought a white tote, and a pair of killer satin heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058772241624684546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRejR2lWAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ENJVpAkdrjg/s320/Image143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well yes, the looks can kill kinda kill - I almost died tottering around in Bugis on Saturday when I went for coffee and dinner with boyfriend. Fortunately, I have him to cling on for dear life when I felt this... blister eating me inside out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058774002561275922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRgJx2lWBI/AAAAAAAAAnA/qe1RlpFTWOs/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At TCC : Coffee, tea or... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058774174359967778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRgTx2lWCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Pil1fj_mCfU/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me? &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058774857259767858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRg7h2lWDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6ANyJYHre9w/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here we have more regular pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058775686188456002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRhrx2lWEI/AAAAAAAAAnY/UQYyv30i12Q/s320/Image140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;of smiley couples.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058777477189818450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRjUB2lWFI/AAAAAAAAAng/C51Gt7Raa1A/s320/Image149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oops! Caught the bobo in action! AH HA PAYBACK TIME! HEH!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058779848011765874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRleB2lWHI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SXPSw1H4UC8/s320/Image152.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Okay lah! Don't say I bully you. There, a flattering side profile, that shows off your funky hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058780183019214978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRlxh2lWII/AAAAAAAAAn4/_xdMXdVR_Qg/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have no idea what caption to give this picture. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058780947523393682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRmeB2lWJI/AAAAAAAAAoA/gEakC9OvLuU/s320/Image161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A silly pen we bought at Bugis will make my day a brighter one at the office! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058781660487964834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRnHh2lWKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TkE_9qYafLs/s320/Image157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had &lt;em&gt;Kway Chap &lt;/em&gt;( which is well, flat squarish noodles with pig innards - intestines, stomach.. ) I know it sounds horribly gross, but hey, it's one of the the really good chinese food around. Look at the queue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058782759999592626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRoHh2lWLI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/5k6TMA53yU0/s320/Image155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All for $4 bucks - feeding the two of us fairly well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-7997476533789730256?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/7997476533789730256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=7997476533789730256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7997476533789730256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/7997476533789730256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-weekends.html' title='i love weekends'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RjRejR2lWAI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ENJVpAkdrjg/s72-c/Image143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1796942818813508167</id><published>2007-04-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:40:21.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSCO WONG IS HOT SAYS KELLY G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RiNflN9_zGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/cnnOdn-X5AU/s1600-h/outfitbosco02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being stuck in a geographically tiny country, Singapore, it's not surprising that TV programmes we catch are very limited too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank Starhub for cable, so I have Ch 55, and can watch endless Hong Kong dramas.. especially when they feature cutie Bosco Wong!! *cue shrill cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch him in Lethal Weapons of Love &amp; Passion, Ch 55 8pm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053987780158278738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RiNfG99_zFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8y2guAdEiW8/s320/bosco+wong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bosco Wong is a rather new actor to hit the hong kong drama screens. But boy, is he good! He has this endearingly comical face when he has to, and when it calls for some manly vibes, he oozes them as well. Especially in this armour!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*CUES MORE SHRILLY SCREAMS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wokay!! going to get my shower before Bosco hits MY screen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21004112-1796942818813508167?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1796942818813508167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1796942818813508167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1796942818813508167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1796942818813508167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/04/bosco-wong-is-hot-says-kelly-g.html' title='BOSCO WONG IS HOT SAYS KELLY G'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RiNfG99_zFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/8y2guAdEiW8/s72-c/bosco+wong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-2352528501485195207</id><published>2007-04-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:09:35.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girly Day Out</title><content type='html'>I love a day out with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they just appear in shorts and flip flops.. unwashed hair... heh, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was good just sitting at a fast-food joint, ranting, talking and gossiping, about work, about classmates, about how broke we were, about their latest trip to Taiwan, about the boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how we never seem to have a short of topics to talk about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-2352528501485195207?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/2352528501485195207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=2352528501485195207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2352528501485195207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2352528501485195207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/04/girly-day-out.html' title='Girly Day Out'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-6679173663777433171</id><published>2007-04-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:54:50.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey saves the day!</title><content type='html'>Breezy Sunday morning it was, with a passing rain. Mickey and I met at MacDonald’s and we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. It was great to see each other on a cool weekend morning, just having breakfast and soaking up each other’s company. Life is great when you realize gleefully that you will not have Monday blues!! Okay, at least for the coming Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to take a walk at Causeway Point hand-in-hand; we walked towards an escalator and witnessed how an old lady was trying to get on the quick-moving steps with the aid of her friend, but unfortunately she lost balance and had her right leg about 3 steps beneath!! She flailed her arms wildly in the air attempting to grab hold of the railing on her right, only to realise her arm was injured and bandaged. Her weak arms hit against the moving escalator and we watched her grimace in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘EEKS!! QUICK GO GO GO!!!’ I screeched and shoved Mickey up the escalator instinctively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran up the steps and paused for one second, analyzing the situation; he swiftly went up the steps and caught hold of the lady in distress. I watched with bated breath as Mickey counted ‘One, two, three.’ steadily and lifted her up so that both her legs were on one step. Next was the most terrifying scene, I was so frightened the old lady would not be able to make it out of the escalator exit; trip and get her leg stuck in the monstrous escalator. I gaped at the scene unfolding before me, ‘One.. two.. three..’ he counted and with sheer grace and strength, he lifted her up and out of the hazardous machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a glorious moment – the old lady thanked Mickey profusely and patted him on the shoulder. It was absolutely overwhelming, the picture before me was a moment of relief, a moment of courage, a moment of kindness, a moment of truth, and I felt my heart soar with warmth and tears welling up. It was almost like a mother witnessing her son receiving his doctorate certificate, I was so proud of my baby, and so happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him and took his hand as we left. He looked slightly shaken and his eyes were red and welled up with tears. ‘What’s wrong?? Are you okay??’ He turned around and we watched the old lady hobble away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She’s so pitiful! She’s already injured and almost got hurt again,’ his voice almost a whimper. ‘She’s okay now…’ I comfort my poor boy and pull his face towards me, rewarding him with a good, long kiss on his cheek. I squeeze his hand supportively and we go on our day and way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Mickey was a great dude to come my way, now I know I’m really lucky to have met him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-6679173663777433171?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/6679173663777433171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=6679173663777433171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/6679173663777433171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/6679173663777433171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/04/mickey-saves-day.html' title='Mickey saves the day!'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-3451537058357383786</id><published>2007-03-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:10:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 (working) days till the end of IPP</title><content type='html'>Alas! Ten working days later I will officially be a fresh graduate, freshly baked out of NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I look forward to another new phase of life, I'll still miss the team back at MDA.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss the lovely people and my cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been interning six whole months! Give yourselves a pat on back for the good work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-3451537058357383786?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/3451537058357383786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=3451537058357383786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/3451537058357383786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/3451537058357383786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-working-days-till-end-of-ipp.html' title='10 (working) days till the end of IPP'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-5818219900540912760</id><published>2007-02-19T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:02:37.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunar Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Surviving Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, so I'm a little exaggerated. Surviving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had fun with my young cousins, play with them while I still can, or they won't be as fun when they reach adolescence. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here are some of the cuties :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033116723943868962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk4_mvAiiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sgaAN5p_TLY/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chloe,6, with her widest grin and Sydney,13, at the beginning of her teenage years, sitting at the steps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033118115513272882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk6QmvAijI/AAAAAAAAAec/6jZ0dkJe4AM/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sydney, Zoe, Chloe and Me make an attempt to squeeze into a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033119300924246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk7VmvAikI/AAAAAAAAAek/udP08pF2XMM/s320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zoe with pursed lips, her sister Chloe and I. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033119794845485650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk7yWvAilI/AAAAAAAAAes/knW1ZAABU28/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Sydney, Mommy and Chloe (looking quite patronising here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033120576529533538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk8f2vAimI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6P3yQuwXByE/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cosy shot of Sydney, Mom and Me. (shucks my face looks wider!=O)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033121379688417906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk9OmvAinI/AAAAAAAAAe8/KsQJITAfodg/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good group shot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More visiting on my dad's side later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-5818219900540912760?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/5818219900540912760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=5818219900540912760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5818219900540912760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/5818219900540912760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/02/surviving-chinese-new-year.html' title='Surviving Chinese New Year'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rdk4_mvAiiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/sgaAN5p_TLY/s72-c/Image054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-2699039506296729022</id><published>2007-02-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:09:54.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>2nd Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I was trying to recall what me and mickey did last Valentine's day &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't no matter how hard I tried. Then he refreshed my memory : We had lunch at Jack's Place. Oh... figures.. no wonder I had such a vague and non existent memory of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day this year, was well, nothing big; we agreed to have dinner at the food court at CWP instead of fighting in the queues at all the restaurants. (Swensons was still packed when we went home). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a rather small and sweet affair, nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bought me a tiny bouquet of flowers (which i threatened him into buying =x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032781153854065138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RdgHy2vAifI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pxu07PUM3Dg/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Godiva chocolates!! Which i totally didn't expect to receive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032781420142037506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RdgICWvAigI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Wkfa9cQKeso/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I am still down with a very sore throat, and will not be able to taste the wonderfully tempting Godiva chocolates sitting in my refrigerator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks hun :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032782047207262738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RdgIm2vAihI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aUarUsB_ieo/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mommy: "Are you evolving into each other or something??!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of those uncannily similar pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Not looking forward to CNY visitation later. My only source of motivation are the red packets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAWN. I am going to visit my relatives in jeans and flip flops!! hohum&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/21004112-2699039506296729022?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/2699039506296729022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=2699039506296729022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2699039506296729022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/2699039506296729022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-valentines-day.html' title='2nd Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/RdgHy2vAifI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pxu07PUM3Dg/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-1109525720060652796</id><published>2007-01-27T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:57:14.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiener Kaffehaus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Java'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Wiener Kaffehaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... Dedicated specially to peeps who complain that Kelly Giang never blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey my com at home is still dead, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been a fan of java concoctions, and it was de rigeur to have a cuppa every morning.&lt;br /&gt;But the coffee machine at my office is well.. infested with ants. I remember quite fondly stirring the cup one morning, and wondering why the brownish mixture on the foam didn't seem to get dissolved. I peered closely and realised the brown mixture... were ants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recoiled in horror in dumped it away and never touched the machine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my bid to search for the perfect cuppa with the perfect ambience, I always kept a look out for articles in mags and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did stumble upon one in IS magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.wienerkaffeehaus.com.sg"&gt;Wiener Kaffehaus&lt;/a&gt; at 148 Neil Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted by a comforting aroma of coffee upon the push of its front doors.&lt;br /&gt;The menu offered a good variety of coffee &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for their specialty Austrian Coffee category and went for a Melange, which is the Viennese cuppucino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7LrSJoXrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mCvjqfqrzJs/s1600-h/Image(254).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181778286468786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7LrSJoXrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mCvjqfqrzJs/s320/Image(254).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My coffee arrived on a &lt;em&gt;silver platter &lt;/em&gt;(a rather pleasant surprise!), with 3 cubes of sugar and a glass of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7MrCJoXtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UAMR5hIYAXE/s1600-h/Image%2528263%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030182873503129298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7MrCJoXtI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UAMR5hIYAXE/s320/Image%2528263%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good cup, and i loved how the aroma of the coffee just drifted into my nostrils each time I took a sip from the pristine coffeecup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7L3yJoXsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5JG0r8UtA_Q/s1600-h/Image(256).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030181993034833602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7L3yJoXsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5JG0r8UtA_Q/s320/Image(256).jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting myself in a comfortable corner with an expensive art piece 'Virgins', the walls were a warm gold glow, and stark dark furnishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My only point of unhappiness with the cafe was its inferior service. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well except for their service crew, who were pretty cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the cafe is also located at some pretty inaccessible location. =[ &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/21004112-1109525720060652796?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/1109525720060652796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=1109525720060652796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1109525720060652796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/1109525720060652796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2007/01/wiener-kaffehaus.html' title='Wiener Kaffehaus'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_QnnQP1dPpa4/Rc7LrSJoXrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/mCvjqfqrzJs/s72-c/Image(254).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-116391550813832566</id><published>2006-11-19T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:51:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My monthly entry.</title><content type='html'>GEEZ it's been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... when was my last entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Oct! Exactly one month before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be an exciting update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supposed to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I'm not trying to say that I've had a bad month. I'm just groggy because I've been staring at the tube watching Animal Planet all morning. Gosh it's good. I always wonder how they can film so close-up without having the animals gobble the camera man up. And it's not as simple as zooming in. It's so near it feels like the cameras are in the face of the animal. Perhaps they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry back to the real stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Maxine's blog(I always use hers as a benchmark), and I've been missing out on a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just complaining that I always pang seh! I have no excuses!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I have a good reason for ps-ing Vivocity -- Arshad was there with Khai, and you were with Mai, I'd feel very awkward. Pfft. AND I was sick. I got a bad flu over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, 2 latest occasions :&lt;br /&gt;My one year anniversary with Mickey which was quite.......... URGH!&lt;br /&gt;Well. I don't know why but I keep kicking up big fusses and throwing tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;And they usually happen at night. Next morning I'd wake up and be Little Miss Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mickey would be left to wonder which evil spirit took over me last night.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after my big fuss and et cetera, we went out for dinner at Phin's Steak, and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going back.&lt;br /&gt;The steak- whoa- made me chew and grind my teeth till my jaw was crooked.&lt;br /&gt;I understand they offer 3 grades ribeye, tenderloin and something else. I ordered a mid-range one, and still it was bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me (yes it is), with my new bob. I really like my updated look, though I've been getting some strange comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve tells me I should be returning to the right time, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said I looked &lt;em&gt;toot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey said it was too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I received compliments as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was sick of long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick of my look which has been permanent since secondary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'd look like a minature of my supervisor Eunice if I had kept the long hair.&lt;br /&gt;A number of people commented about our resemblance (even with the bob), and both of us were reacted violently, &lt;em&gt;'No we &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Tissue Art' by Mickey Fucasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a pile of tissue. Coated with mucus from my sinus stricken nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Mickey who &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;had to take a picture of something gross like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next occasion worth mentioning woud be my birthday, which was only yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I received a number of well-wishers, thanks for remembering! :) It means a lot to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had another tantrum thrown at Mickey again. We gave the zoo a miss . So how did he celebrate with me? Wasn't exactly romantic.. but.. it was definitely sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He went into the kitchen and cooked! He ripped a page off Men's Health and cooked salmon pasta for us! Being his first official time he exercised his non-existent culinary skills, it was quite satisfying!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was very comical watching him cook, because he was quite terrified of spurts of oil attacking him from the frying pan. And I kindly offered my assistance lest he reduces the kitchen to ashes. The salmon was slightly overcooked, and the pasta was a little hard. But I loved it and him, nonetheless! :) Thanks, hon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, no pictures though! Memories, yes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'll be meeting some of my favourite chummies later for dinner at Village, the old Marche's as a little birthday celebration! I'm gonna bring my cam to snap away! Updates soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P1010007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P1010007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We feel like dwarfs! That would be Sydney &amp; me on an overgrown capsicum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We paid Singapore Asian Museum a visit on Hari Raya, with Mickey as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FYI - all musuems have free entries on public holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Copy%20of%20P1010005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Copy%20of%20P1010005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doorgirls at your service! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care, peeps! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-116391550813832566?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/116391550813832566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=116391550813832566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/116391550813832566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/116391550813832566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-monthly-entry.html' title='My monthly entry.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-116141185782913902</id><published>2006-10-21T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T14:24:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Oh it's finally the long awaited weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm staying home all day because it's gonna be so packed everywhere, anywhere today, being a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be helping Mickey with some of his assignments later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Max &amp; Khai in the first week for lunch at TCC, it was great to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming down, you two! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some catching-up, and oh yes, I totally regretted not joining them at Rachie's place!! Sorry guys! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rachie yesterday for lunch, and even though we kept reminding each other to pass me the Indebted DVD, we still forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, such are the minds of overworked interns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like my job, cos everyone there is nurturing and warm.&lt;br /&gt;My direct supervisor especially, who resembles Kelly Poon (tho she has no idea who Poon is), pops into the office daily with a cheery &lt;em&gt;Good Morning! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can just watch her mood fluctuate from cheery to uh...&lt;br /&gt;er.. exhausted. When I stop by her cube to speak to her she'd be staring intently at her notebook, elbows pressed on the table, hands propping her head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She honestly looks quite bad by afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I really hope to help them lighten their load, but I tend to have some boo-boo's in my work and she would review them and send it back to me for changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for her to scold me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she hasn't. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must put in 200%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, and if you don't know, I'm working at the MICA building,  140 Hill Street ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which used to be a Police Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it when my mom called me at 645pm and said , ' Are you gonna be home?? Still working??? Come home soon! You can always continue tmr! That building is very old and ... [pregnant pause-Alex's fav ] dangerous. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT??? Come on! There's nth here! So what if it's old?? Are you trying say it's haunted??' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Aiya, hurry up come home now. bye!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home she continued to nag at me to go home once it's 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;'NO?? I need to do work!'&lt;br /&gt;'Work is neverending, that old building is very dangerous &lt;em&gt;ah!&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'Are you saying it's haunted????'&lt;br /&gt;'.... well, it's dangerous! Not just the ghosts, but people are more dangerous! You might get hurt there!' &lt;br /&gt;And my mother yanks at my filmsy top really hard to illustrate her point.&lt;br /&gt;She chortles with laughter when she sees my roll-eyes- i-can't-believe-you're-acting-like-that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'll be receiving my be-early birthday gift from Mickey today! ahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rumaged thru his wallet and found the receipt. It was meant to be a surprise though.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Esprit watch!! I seem to have some obsession with watches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I just have the 'I-want-everything-I-see' syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- which is extremely bad for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm just getting a tiny 'allowance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my life nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, shopping date with Lin &amp; Hong next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-116141185782913902?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/116141185782913902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=116141185782913902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/116141185782913902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/116141185782913902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-116028659990987827</id><published>2006-10-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:19:34.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day</title><content type='html'>Come tomorrow - and I'm flipping to a whole new chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9th of October marks the start of my job attachment to MDA, it also marks the end of my student life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-116028659990987827?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/116028659990987827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=116028659990987827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/116028659990987827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/116028659990987827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-day.html' title='New Day'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115721489209187606</id><published>2006-09-02T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:34:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September ... and?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do we go from here? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This isn't where we intended to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had it all, you believed in me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believed in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certainties disappear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do we do for our dream to survive? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do we keep all our passions alive, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we used to do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-You Must Love Me, Madonna&lt;/em&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;It is September, soon it will be our 10th month together.&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;It's been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This period reminds me of the demise of my previous relationship; frustration, impatience, discontentment- what else is coming our way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115721489209187606?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115721489209187606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115721489209187606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115721489209187606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115721489209187606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-and.html' title='September ... and?'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115717955974775534</id><published>2006-09-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:17:38.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tong Shui</title><content type='html'>Pull your ears twice and pinch your cheeks hard if you didn't notice anything different in my blogskin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I DESIGNED IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I'm horrendously proud of it, if you look close enough, you will see the words at the bottom that reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Giang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, it's not that perfect , I had an overload on the brushes... being my first time at PS Brushes, I was very excited. hohoho.&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;One of the many reasons that Mickey &amp;amp; I are so happily attached must be our common obsession in trying out good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, I have to thank him for always making that special effort to do research and bring me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong Shui &lt;em&gt;( Cantonese for Sugar Water= Dessert)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the hongkie-drama me must be quite eager to taste some Hongkie cuisine, he took us to a Oriental-decor cafe located somewhere at Great World City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey, the forever starving/having second puberty growth spurts, ordered, like SEVEN dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(217).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28217%29.0.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(217).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chose a HK common beverage, &lt;em&gt;Yuan Yang, &lt;/em&gt;a fusion of tea and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hoo boy, I'm HUNGRY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(213).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28213%29.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(215).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another Hongkie popular dish, is Thick Toast, it's about 1.5inches thick, this comes with baked beans inside, ham and a sunny side up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(215).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(215).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28215%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baked Chicken in Cheese arrived in a Dim Sum Basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(216).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28216%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is good- Deep fried Prawn with Mango&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(215).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115717955974775534?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115717955974775534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115717955974775534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115717955974775534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115717955974775534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/09/tong-shui.html' title='Tong Shui'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115693075512646291</id><published>2006-08-30T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:39:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I can run! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could run so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People(and animals) run for many reasons, they run when they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Restrained&lt;br /&gt;2. Cornered&lt;br /&gt;3. Frightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventful day yesterday, went to Rachel's place for Canon and rushed back to woodlands for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey grunted a greeting when he saw me, instead of appreciating my punctuality.( Yes I was!But he was early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was just about as dark as his black top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of merry-go-round we ended up screaming at each other angrily in the middle of Causeway Point where people brushed past us, staring at us in curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always thought people who openly scream/yell/shout/fight in public were just plain rude and doing nothing but embarrass themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly one of them, and I found out when you're the one who is hopping mad, smelly, sticky, frustrated, and feeling plain blah you just can't be bothered anymore. Yes, while I am having my fit I can still sense that everyone is staring. The only thing I am concerned about at that point of time is to get my message across to the person who is on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't spare me his either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooled down quickly after our outburst, and we back to being the regular couple. With &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;cajoling from him, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later while watching TV, he picked up my hand and started to massage them, only to recoil in horror when he saw my finger short of a strip of silver glimering metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, sinking in the initial pampering was, well, sinking into my sofa seat already, didn't quite realise it. 'WHERE'S YOUR RING?!' He shook me. I didn't quite believe my eyes as I looked at my right hand, back to my left hand, and back right to determine that my ring was really missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped out of my seat and ran to the crumpled blue jeans sitting in my toilet floor, rummaged through my pockets(I removed them was I was working at Canon Proj). And finally felt the ultimate sense of dread fill my chest as I walked back to him to annouce our loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He maintained a glum face for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed Rachie and asked her to keep a look out for a silver something. She was very helpful and even got Daisy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left for home and  I begged him to search for my ring along the way. He  made a face and closed the lift door at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an impulse, I went down and ran after him, but as he saw me, he tried to grab and stop me in my tracks. I ducked from his hands and bolted across the road, and I saw a bright light shine my eyes.&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;I heard cars screeching and honking.&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;and a strobe of brighter light shone in my way, and I saw a figure beckon me towards the  light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I'm in heaven! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and blogging away in heaven's lab(it's pretty high tech there...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&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;On an impulse, I went down and ran after him, but as he saw me, he tried to grab and stop me in my tracks. I ducked from his groping hands and bolted across the road, across the junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the Night market area where I thought I might dropped it.&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;I didn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived 10 mins after me, and boy, did he look pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yelled at me (again) for running across roads like a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yell yell scream, stomps away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DRAMA-MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have grabbed and kissed him in his angry head then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115693075512646291?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115693075512646291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115693075512646291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115693075512646291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115693075512646291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115675144910160995</id><published>2006-08-28T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:50:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ( very ) Wicked Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/WickedTalePosterFull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/WickedTalePosterFull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A (very) Wicked Tale &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a pervertedly artsy film, by Singaporean director Tzang Merwyn Tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be doing a DVD Review, and since Khai offered me this intriguing little DVD, I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it's cover, it had opinions from Montreal Mirror, reading 'A hallucinatory atmospheric film drenched in lust and dread'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it's NC-16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's very lusty, filled with gore,blood, sex scenes and makes the viewers curl up and shrivel. At least I was shrivelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film has a dark, spooky feel to it, and its dialogue was all done it subtitles in the earlier part of the film. I actually like it, but I felt it certain scenes were unnecessary, ie, there was a 'sneak preview' of the male lead's uhm, male anatomy. But if you blinked, you'd miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wicked Tale is one twisted remake of the innocent fairytale, The Red Riding Hood. As Tzang's interview mentioned, the film explores an innocent girl's sexual awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I rate it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/5 Popcorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend:&lt;br /&gt;1 popcorn- watch only you have lotsa moolah &amp; no where to spend&lt;br /&gt;2 popcorn- ho-hum, it's &lt;em&gt;ok lah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 popcorn- Entertaining&lt;br /&gt;4 popcorn- Wowee! I like!&lt;br /&gt;5 popcorn- Buy its DVD and watch it 3 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Editor Maxine banned me from doing its review for our Print mag, I'm against it too. I can't possibly do that for a school mag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115675144910160995?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115675144910160995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115675144910160995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115675144910160995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115675144910160995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/08/very-wicked-tale.html' title='A ( very ) Wicked Tale'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115531439905191219</id><published>2006-08-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:14:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>Do you feel lost sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rapid pace of life, as Earth spins away, do you sometimes hope that time would stop, and let you think and wonder what exactly is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let you slowly get back into track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly out of track, I just feel I'm not living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling that time is just fleeting past me, and I don't know what I am really doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves me empty with no aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People and things are just fleeting past me, so quickly, that I don't realise it until they're gone for a long, and perhaps for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time, stoning in front of my computer and surfing for online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time spending money on expensive $6.50 movies .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time dreaming of a better day tomorrow when I can't get up and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I went out to do something meaningful and worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've always wanted.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SHOP AT A LOUIS VUITTON BOUTIQUE!!!!&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;No, seriously, that is not my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should pick one of the following and commit to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Volunteer at Zoo, Bird Park, ASD&lt;br /&gt;2. Pick up a new sport, like Kickboxing, Yoga, Pilates&lt;br /&gt;3. Volunteer where they need help and stop being choosy&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit the beach and chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115531439905191219?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115531439905191219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115531439905191219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115531439905191219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115531439905191219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115461346395099323</id><published>2006-08-03T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:57:44.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perverted indian man</title><content type='html'>I stepped into the elavator after a lanky indian man dressed in a short sleeved shirt and pants, with a backpack. He was roughly 1.8m tall.&lt;br /&gt;He had a pair of jaundiced eyes, which was also blood shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time seeing him. A new neighbour I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we stood in the descending elavator, I could feel his roving eye scan my body lewdly, mumbling some indian phrase as he did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like his eyes could see through my clothes,  yes, it was that uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked ahead of me along the way to the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood a few steps away from him watching him disgustedly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indian man was just about analysing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every single &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;female that walked past him, in front of him, any one in view of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he stared at the moving females, it was almost as though he was making a note to see which vulnerable female would be a good prey when he was having a ravenous hunger pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me nauseaous to just observe him from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the same MRT train, and I stood some distance away looking at him, witht another man blocking his view of me, I felt very secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he was having a wonderful visual treat, that pair of revolting eyes hopping from one female to another, slowly and surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nauseates at the thought of it.&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;Men like that should just be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a potential threat to the well being and safety of every female in Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea what I can do to protect myself from this potential rapist/stalker/pervert/loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please let me know if there is something I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115461346395099323?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115461346395099323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115461346395099323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115461346395099323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115461346395099323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/08/perverted-indian-man.html' title='the perverted indian man'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115441856448621843</id><published>2006-08-01T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:25:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/wallpaper1_800.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/wallpaper1_800.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/wallpaper1_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you're going to watch The Lake House, and absolutely hate spoilers, you might want to cease reading soon, just in case you decide to pull my hair out when you see me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Lake House is just beautiful; a glass house standing in the lake, facing a big, free lake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I adored the show, though it's totally illogical and impossible, and some parts didn't make much sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The leads are fantastic to look at, Sandra Bullock &amp;amp; Keanu Reeves. The feel of The Lake House is definitely romantic, it's also very subtle. Pace-wise, kinda slow and relaxed and a tad too draggy that even &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;almost fell asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The impossibility of the movie which first bothered me were mostly inapparent when I allowed myself to feel them, feel their yearning, feel their agony of wanting to see each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The beauty of the movie lies in the impossible love that they managed to find after all, the fairy tale that they could live in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm in love with The Lake House. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115441856448621843?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115441856448621843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115441856448621843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115441856448621843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115441856448621843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/08/lake-house.html' title='The Lake House'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115423607121960084</id><published>2006-07-30T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:07:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WHY WHY</title><content type='html'>I like asking why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the reason behind every action, remark, event, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I'm going to ask God lots of questions. [ If I see him, that is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask why some people have everything going well for them, and others have to wallow in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask where do people get the personalities and characters from. Is it from the events and life that God gave them? Or is it just formed from their minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why some are forced into corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why do good people get unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask if there are animals in heaven and hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are seasons and weather in heaven and hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why he won't strike me when it rains so I'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unhealthy now, i think i can't see my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I should do some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll go play some games now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115423607121960084?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115423607121960084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115423607121960084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115423607121960084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115423607121960084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-why-why.html' title='WHY WHY WHY'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115399000611236997</id><published>2006-07-27T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:21:26.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAWNS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving Broadcast for Print in 2 weeks, &amp;amp; come to think of it, I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;miss Broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Broadcast allows me to explore much places in Singapore, that I never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we went down to Animal Resort, which is located at Farmway 5, somewhere around Seletar, where Jalan Kayu is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their assistant director is a young, promising guy, who happens to be really nice too! He brought us around the Farm for us to film, and even sent us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not an ad for Animal Resort, [i'm not paid!] but honestly, anyone should drop by to visit the farm before it's gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115399000611236997?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115399000611236997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115399000611236997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115399000611236997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115399000611236997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/07/yawns.html' title='Yawns'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115288492189913748</id><published>2006-07-14T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:44:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Getaway Trip</title><content type='html'>The connoisseurs reunite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In this episode of Food Haunts, we reunite various connoisseurs from previous. Our connoisseurs will be tasting, Beef Kway Teow, Frog Porridge, Dim Sum and Bean Curd with Dough Fritters. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No mercy! Start chomping and embark along the streets of Geylang!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the lines will be read with Maxine's very high-pitched voice which will deafen poor KK when he edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, abt 3/4 of the bimboatics team attended the Geylang Food Haunts Outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I introduce our dear connoisseurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/geylang5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/geylang5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In clockwise direction,&lt;br /&gt;Alex Shieh [Egg Mayo's Hip-Hop Guy]&lt;br /&gt;Famous Line: Bread makes me strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Yi Ting [ Laksa's Girl]&lt;br /&gt;Famous Line: Fattening, fattening, FATTENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine Ang [ Curry Puff's Potato Marketeer ]&lt;br /&gt;Famous Line: Don't you DARE cut me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Syazwan [Egg Mayo's Manhunt Reject]&lt;br /&gt;Famous Line: I wanna have a six pack by graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Khuan Kung [ Ban Mian's silent guy]&lt;br /&gt;Famous Line: I can tell male ikan bilis from a female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Yan [ Ban Mian Earring maker]&lt;br /&gt;Famous Line: Nil&lt;br /&gt;Only famous for sucking noodles in birdly manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the little outing was fairly simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gorged on some of the street's most famous stalls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop #1 - Beef Kuay Teow&lt;br /&gt;The food arrived within 1 minute after ordering. That's like the fastest food I've ever tried!&lt;br /&gt;Beef was tender and soft and wasn't like daunting to swallow! I liked the beef.&lt;br /&gt;THey were generous with the gravy as well. It was a little pricey tho, $16 for a medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 / 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop #2 - Frog Porridge&lt;br /&gt;Sweet flavour of the frogs had penetrated the rice grains, and hence seasoning was not necessary. However, for convenience of customers, they should only use Frog Legs!&lt;br /&gt;I happened to eat some strange body part of the frog, which was treacherously threatening. Hello! Sharp edges were almost going to puncture my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3.5 / 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop #3- Dim Sum&lt;br /&gt;We waited quite a while for the food to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Har Gow &lt;/em&gt;[Prawn Dumplings], my all time favourite arrived piping hot; the prawn in the transulent dumpling skin was crunchy and good! The scallop dumpling was strange and didn't appeal to me. Quite expensive actually. 3 prawn dumplings for $3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop #4- Beancurd with Dough Fritters&lt;br /&gt;Service wasn't too good. Dough Fritters made it very oily and nobody finished their portion.&lt;br /&gt;The food was good when you first started, but it became very queasy upon the first quarter.&lt;br /&gt;We should have shared! 2 to one bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Rating of Geylang: 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come back for more. Geylang is a good place to explore and have little gatherings with friends after evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115288492189913748?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115288492189913748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115288492189913748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115288492189913748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115288492189913748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/07/geylang-getaway-trip.html' title='Geylang Getaway Trip'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115261011640904616</id><published>2006-07-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:06:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper Lunch</title><content type='html'>On our pre-anniversary mini celebration, Mickey &amp; I went for a late lunch at Pepper Lunch. I had a shimufuri ( obviously spelled wrong ) beef steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beef was juicy. It came along with a shower of bean sprouts and 2 sad slices of carrot and 3 skinny long beans. I didn't really like the bean sprouts. UH. I do not like bean sprouts actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with a 'sugar-free' green tea, the set costed Mickey about 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the special butter that came along with the beef. It had a garlicky tinge to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much enjoyed it. Altho the steak cooked too quickly for us to realise that temperature was too low to cook the beef anymore. And we forgot when to pour the sauce in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the 260 degrees hot plate, no oil splattered on me. Which was commendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, they had a piece of paper covering the edge of the plate to protect the terrified customers with the instructions on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey had a beef and chicken combo, which he found good too! It was seriously a simple and good date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we also had Venezia Gelato ice-cream. I had Dark Chocolate and he had Mint Choc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream was thick and filled with flavour. Every scoop. Sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it for our 8th anniversary! Nope, no pictures unfortunately. I can't point exactly why, but we just didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday coming soon, and I have absolutely no idea what to get! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115261011640904616?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115261011640904616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115261011640904616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115261011640904616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115261011640904616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/07/pepper-lunch.html' title='Pepper Lunch'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115163027726455628</id><published>2006-06-30T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:49:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Cafe</title><content type='html'>Located discreetly on the second level along the shophouse at Prinsep Street, Mind Cafe hasn't been so discreet after all. Apparently, they have been featured regularly in newspapers and magazines, and the assistant manager Ben Tan seems pretty comfortable on camera, who even said, 'Oh, I do this all the time, for other students...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming at the Mind Cafe was quite tiring too, considering the distance we had to walk from Dhoby Ghaut MRT station to the cafe, and I believe my fellow team mates Caryn &amp; Maxine must have been even more tired, who were lugging the tripod and the camera around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Maxine is sleeping at home now, resting, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinated by the collection of games they offer, I signed up for 'Mind Friend' where the cafe holds events to bring small groups of people together to play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till they call me and ask me to go down to play! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tad expensive, but it seems that the people there are really enjoying themselves. Everyone we filmed was smiley and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declared that anybody who steps into Mind Cafe must be good and sweet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tempted to work there, as a part time waitress, alas, my school hours do not allow me to =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When are we going there?' says Maxine quizzically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115163027726455628?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115163027726455628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115163027726455628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115163027726455628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115163027726455628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/mind-cafe.html' title='Mind Cafe'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115098988118424093</id><published>2006-06-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:24:41.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infidelity</title><content type='html'>I was watching this current affairs show, which was discussing about infidelity and the increase in divorce rates yearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the programme they actually interviewed a 'third-party' who was involved with a married man for twenty years, and another man who cheated on his wife, who forgave him ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is the cause of divorce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity?&lt;br /&gt;Incompatibility?&lt;br /&gt;Commitment-phobia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that I'm planning to get married soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I will, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of certificate?&lt;br /&gt;A responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;A commitment?&lt;br /&gt;A lifelong promise?&lt;br /&gt;A vow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, marriage consists of all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on the practical side, Marriage is about the certificate; because if he decides to cheat on me, at least I'd be compensated with half of his properties.&lt;br /&gt;Which would be important if I was just a helpless housewife with 4 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a responsibility and a commitment I have to hold on to for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfil my roles of a wife, spouse, a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lifelong promise, a vow, to &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to keep the love alive and flaming.&lt;br /&gt;It's a promise to be in love permanently, exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you at any point of time, when involved in a relationship, thought about another girl,find another girl attractive and potentially gf material? Did you ever wonder that this other girl &lt;em&gt;could &lt;/em&gt;very well be your next gf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said no, never, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'WHAT?! YOU'RE A LIAR! Ok, either you're lying, or you're really that good &amp; I just found myself a treasure chest, OR, I'm hearing things. I think it's the latter. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, &lt;/strong&gt;very honestly, I am guilty of harbouring such thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not reveal at which rship, or when, but yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I always thought it's in our mindsets and attitude to always look to the other side of the grass and wonder if it really was greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pay particularly more attention to a certain guy(even though I am attached then) and well, wonder what kind of bf he would make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho I'll have the occasional thought and envision, I will not really make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that particular guy actually well, goes after me, I'll have to say, I'm gonna be tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends too, whether I'm gonna give in to my temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends if my current rship is stable or rocky.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on our commitment level.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on my attitude towards infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;It depends on my tolerance level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and so that everyone won't think I'm a bitch to cheat on her bf, let me clarify that the rship then was alr extremely rocky and I was starting to see that the then bf was quite mentally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk, the endless issues in life to keep us busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115098988118424093?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115098988118424093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115098988118424093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115098988118424093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115098988118424093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/infidelity.html' title='infidelity'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115088140056252059</id><published>2006-06-21T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:16:40.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chores</title><content type='html'>I did another praise worthy thing yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrubbed my toilet bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly glamourous, but, uh, rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just wanted to make up to my parents for being such a bad daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even celebrate father's day =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and being home alone is... well, lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for lots of company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productivity level has plummeted all the way down since Ms Soo left for her holiday. Okay, it plummeted since the screening of our pilot episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job desperately too. I'm spending furiously even though no income is coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually living off my savings! And my boyfriend too. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY SAVE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115088140056252059?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115088140056252059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115088140056252059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115088140056252059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115088140056252059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/chores.html' title='chores'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115063641336952116</id><published>2006-06-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:13:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be lonely for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115063641336952116?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115063641336952116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115063641336952116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115063641336952116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115063641336952116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-gonna-be-lonely-for-next-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-115042951474055935</id><published>2006-06-16T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:20:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months</title><content type='html'>"Today I will plan what I'd do if I had 3 months to live"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading a book titled 'Today I Will...' that's to enlighten one's life and cast the light upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling slack today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 1/3 of the class is on leave today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off pretty well though, I found an extra 10 bucks in my wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it didn't just find its place inside my wallet in a snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it was Mickey's work of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just made Mickey pissed by making a really, um, mean comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly directed at him, but &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made fun of his nationality =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him a '&lt;em&gt;lian pang ren'. &lt;/em&gt;It's a.... offensive name for Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously, I should get rid of this evil habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not try to defend myself and insist that I am right to be a rascist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because his entire family is from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll shut up alr.&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;Anyway, back to the so inspiring book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I will plan what I'd do if I had 3 months to live"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that I am still the way I am, meaning age 19, student, at the point of time of discovery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop going to school. Hmm, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not, but I'd take lots of leave, ah-ha, since I can take ten thousand medical certificates and no one would say a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I study anyway? My ultimate purpose derived from studying would be to support myself financially, steadily, abundantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for that, I'd be 'resting' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I would be study, and finish up what I was doing at school before I leave. At least I'd have a sense of accomplishment before my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimating that I would still have 2 months to go, I'd go to Venice with Mickey for a week, travel to some European islands for 2 more weeks and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; every moment I'd be left with. Savour it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living now, I'm alive, but I'm not really LIVING every moment. Many times, I'm just wasting my time doing things that would hardly cross my mind when death is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example would be- blogging! As I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging isn't exactly beneficiary, but at least, well, it's supposed to um, ah, whats-zat-word?&lt;br /&gt;Darn I forgot, it sort of means comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. yes. Therapeutic. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAh, I feel at peace now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'd learn to cook for my family and mickey, so they'd be able to taste my culinary efforts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-115042951474055935?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/115042951474055935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=115042951474055935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115042951474055935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/115042951474055935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-months.html' title='3 months'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114996063124216503</id><published>2006-06-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:59:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CAUTION: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following blog entry is image heavy and might be unsuitable for some audience. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rated P(G)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 12.58 am, it's our 7th month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just downloading all the pictures from Mickey for today's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whooping or whopping 70 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTTERLY good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, beach wasn't exactly our first stop,&lt;br /&gt;Underwater World was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm still very excited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hopped onto the island bus which brought us to Underwater World; as we walked to the entrance of our first destination, I couldn't help but squeal like a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gushing about my first trip to Underwater World to Mickey, I was 9 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was school holidays, Underwater World had a promo, which was a promotional $13.50 per adult, as compared to the usual $18, which is &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the famous Touch Pool, where kids like me can giggle as we pat a cute little star fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt... kinda velvety. And firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there were some DISGUSTING looking, uh... catfish. Which I was terrified of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if dirty visitors hands, covered in dirt and chemicals would kill or harm the poor sea friends inside =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blue star fish we saw inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by HUGE gawd-knows-what fish they were.&lt;br /&gt;They were so big they reminded us of the pre-historic era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate how big they were, an average one is... uh.. let's see...&lt;br /&gt;5x of a homo sapien's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw another tank with these neon blue little fishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a fish version of X-Men's Mystique. HYUK.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Mr. Blue GLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Crab Exhibition, LOTSA crabs.&lt;br /&gt;And it really struck how spiders and crabs really resemble each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking like a crayfish. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Crab, tiny fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Box Crab, which sorta looks like... a .... fish bone, from a certain angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the majestic Giant Spider Crab. It's ... .... HUMONGOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's, ah-hem, me, standing beside the skeleton of one of the largest grown Giant Spider Crab.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, lighting is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimicry I saw on the info, because it tries to mimic a seaweed!&lt;br /&gt;But on closer look, it's really pretty, with a transparent fin that's flapping quickly, like wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a lion fish? I forgot its name, altho I used to see it so often in magazines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we are at the travellator now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dowdy, frumpy Dugong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but it reminds me of a hippo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a Giant Garoupa behind Mickey, and it's..&lt;br /&gt;[I'm running out of synonyms for BIG]&lt;br /&gt;well. Big.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the picture is actually poorly taken, but Mickey looks really boy-boy cute so I love it!&lt;br /&gt;His succulent cheeks are also very emphasized on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a disgusting, half dead shark, and it looks really lazy and slimy.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whoring on the travellator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the underside of something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's a shark or a pointed nose stingray.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2030051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2030051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Stingray looks. like a shark from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Stop: Palawan Beach !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;** &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE CAM WHORING AHEAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;One of my favourite pictures of the day, it's a shot that I held unsteadily.&lt;br /&gt;My hands shook as I took it, therefore the 'aaah' mouth I have! LOL&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't be exposing myself to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;=[ My skin looks fried today.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there wasn't any to even have a teeny weeny tan. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The almost non existent sun setting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=( We hardly saw any sun set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mickey was getting edgy when I kept snapping, so I decided to use him as a prop instead! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to finish off all the available space in the cam! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/P2040080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/P2040080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to look sultry, slutty rather! muahahha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114996063124216503?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114996063124216503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114996063124216503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114996063124216503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114996063124216503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/sentosa-trip.html' title='Sentosa Trip'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114986866164257975</id><published>2006-06-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:39:01.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES</title><content type='html'>Updates updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long I stopped blogging for, but it &lt;em&gt;feels &lt;/em&gt;long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the sudden up hill pattern of our Broadcast team, we have been terribly busy preparing for the pilot episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I'm kind of enjoying the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling slightly disappointed when I saw myself placed in the Broadcast team for the first 4 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was after all, the absolutely NOT technically inclined girl who preferred writing to running around with a camera and other equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus was that I was together with majority of the Bimboatics people, which was quite a comforting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might die there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty alive and kicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my editing skills have improved, which I owe to my very patient and accomodating team; the defunt M team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAAAAAAAAAAANKS! I appreciate it; how you guys were so willing to coach me slowly and gave me a chance to learn more! Now, all I need is learn to adjust that volume point thingy and I would have reached intermediate level for Editing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have to pass my camera skills, which I can declare is horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HORRIFIC. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be relying on my team [yes, please] to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sad that Teckie will be leaving us next week =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom we will all miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside from TEP, which is taking up 80% of me life, there's a new addition to my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, Mickey is marrying into my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 little dunno-what's-it-called chicks joined the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Picture(431).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Picture%28431%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;They're twins, so here's how they look like!&lt;br /&gt;Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's friend found a nest in his attic and so he brought it to my dad knowing how he loved birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the duo are quite a handful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when they first arrived, they freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESP with the way they pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would position themselves such that their little bottom was stuck high up in the air and poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;strong&gt;big, sloggy, lump &lt;/strong&gt;capsule-like bird shit would literally pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that dad feeds them tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and me would go AAAAAAARGGH, bleaaah and all sorta gutteral noise would be produced upon watching the duo poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus some spasmistic action too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was once when they pooped at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stank to the high heavens for days after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was once they put their ass so high it actually flew out of their home(a humble plastic container), and landed on my sister's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she reacted... But I guess she was so disgusted she washed herself with highly concentrated Dettol.&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;br /&gt;Oh and I do hope for a good,sunny weather tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Sentosa with Mickey to celebrate our anniversary!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114986866164257975?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114986866164257975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114986866164257975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114986866164257975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114986866164257975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/updates.html' title='UPDATES'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114914129839709879</id><published>2006-06-01T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:58:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been so long</title><content type='html'>It's been a few weeks since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have blogged either, but since there was something worth blogging about, and I'm pretty bored now.. here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't exactly big and fantastic, but it's the little things that count, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was like any other tiring, stony day.&lt;br /&gt;And since I wouldnt't be able to meet him for the next two days, I asked him to come over to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went... UH.... What are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;What? You mean I need a reason to meet you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Give me 10 reasons please.&lt;br /&gt;[pretty stumped] Um.. I miss you. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;HMMM.. Let me sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;HUH STILL SLEEP?! What time alr?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleeep...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll treat you to dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner..? Jack's Place ar?&lt;br /&gt;-.- no. Kopitiam below my house lah.&lt;br /&gt;HAH... Kopitiam only?&lt;br /&gt;Yes Kopitiam only..&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want Chicken Chop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S that's like the most pricey thing on the kopitiam menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's only $4.50&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm stingy. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met him later and shoved my wallet at him.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, there's 10 bucks inside, use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need la.. You hardly have enough for the GSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have, have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be modest, i'll pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly shoved the ten bucks to the perverted and filthy looking uncle who sells *shrieks* western food, and scurried off to play with a brown kitten I saw around the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly forgot about this teeny weeny event, until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for brekkie, and when I opened my wallet expecting to see some loose change, I saw a bright new red 10 dollar note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 dollars??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, it had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to be. Mickey had certainly placed the 10 bucks back inside for me, afraid poor me didn't have enough to splurge at the upcoming GSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second time he did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I didn't mention it means I didn't notice or didn't appreciate it, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bestest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thing about him?&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;He's got the tightest buns.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I please scream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114914129839709879?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114914129839709879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114914129839709879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114914129839709879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114914129839709879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-so-long.html' title='it&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114779275779797328</id><published>2006-05-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:19:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'coffee intolerant'</title><content type='html'>I tied a musky smelling shawl from ms Ang's wardrobe around my temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it smells like a dog when it hasn't bathed. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah! Who ask me not to bring my own bandana right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop complaining :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was acting as a sweet nurse from SHS who gobbles all her patient's &lt;em&gt;ban mian&lt;/em&gt; when she is on attachment at Tan Tock Seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked &lt;strong&gt;extremely &lt;/strong&gt;silly with that bandana around my oily forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope ms Ang washed the black shawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to be having some gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;From the Nescafe coffee I drank  this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( it has been in pain for all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114779275779797328?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114779275779797328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114779275779797328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114779275779797328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114779275779797328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/coffee-intolerant.html' title='&apos;coffee intolerant&apos;'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114770060779329548</id><published>2006-05-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:43:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream chasers</title><content type='html'>I was just watching the trailer for the never-ending pop idol chinese drama Dream Chasers, the one with Kelly Poon and idol gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think it's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next episode, Kelly is actually suffering from cancer or smth, and her bf(dunno what's his name) holds on by her side and says he will love her for life blaaaaaaaaaah blaaaaaah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheesy can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unappealing. YUK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114770060779329548?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114770060779329548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114770060779329548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114770060779329548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114770060779329548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream-chasers.html' title='Dream chasers'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114767504792433830</id><published>2006-05-15T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:37:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies from ASD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Pups%20-%209%20May%202006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'How much is that doggie in the window? The one with a waggly tail,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much is that doggie in the window? I do hope it's mine to take home.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The doggie in that window is free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE SAVE THE LOVELY PUPS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 strays just gave birth to 27 pups who are in need of a home urgently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look how warm and cuddly they are; perfect pets they make. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.asdsingapore.com"&gt;ASD&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fosterers need to be able to foster for at least 2-3 months, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and please consult your family and household members first before calling us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things to expect : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Whining at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Bottle feeding every 4 hourly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Biting, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Chewing of things as they grow older,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Peeing and pooing about10x  a day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are sincere about fostering or adopting, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;call Ricky Yeo immediately at92590698&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meantime, I'm trying to convince my mom that an additional lil' member would be really good for us, like increasing our life span, lowering blood pressure... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do consider. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114767504792433830?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114767504792433830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114767504792433830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114767504792433830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114767504792433830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/puppies-from-asd.html' title='Puppies from ASD'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114740830923541044</id><published>2006-05-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:31:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Food</title><content type='html'>I am about to do a free ad for Skin Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm more than happy to, since I just adore it myself and would love to spread the word to my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quaint lil' website charms the pants off me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The graphics and the flash or smth are really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their logo is a tiny guardian angel whose duty is to protect us from skin troubles and make sure we all look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How endearing is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, Skin Food being a korean website, even comes with English translation for the non-Koreans. Thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brand bangs on the fact that the ingredients for the skin concoctions are prefectly natural and too good to eat; 'Beautiful banquet for your skin' is their tagline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of The Body Shop, but more loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Products are also categorised for the benefit of customers to meet specific types of skin, or specific ailment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin Food is also economically priced, so that our pockets don't burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masks are at about SGD15-18; about the range of The Face Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's the Korean fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a convert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit it now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theskinfood.com/eng/00_home/home.asp"&gt;http://www.theskinfood.com/eng/00_home/home.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And have fun! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114740830923541044?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114740830923541044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114740830923541044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114740830923541044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114740830923541044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/skin-food.html' title='Skin Food'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114731492838295069</id><published>2006-05-11T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:35:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy anniversary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though it's a mere 6 months ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, Eve, Alex &amp; me decided over breakfast this morning that we should set aside every last Thursday of the month for a Bimboatics Outing, anyone is welcomed to join us :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd be more than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- for the month of May, it will be on 25th.&lt;br /&gt;Please select from the below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thai &lt;em&gt;budget &lt;/em&gt;Restaurant at Sembawang&lt;br /&gt;2. Chomp Chomp&lt;br /&gt;3. Geylang- for frog porridge,tofu, durian..&lt;br /&gt;4. Kenny Rogers- for grilled ribs and western&lt;br /&gt;5. Fish Head Curry behind Coronation Plaza&lt;br /&gt;6. Prawn Mee, Chix Rice at East Coast Rd(input from Khai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I remember so far, more suggestions please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, more importantly, we want to make it a tradition of Bimboatics to meet once a month at least. This way, even after we leave for IPP, to graduate from NYP, we will still stay closely connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way to update each other is probably thru regular blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, infrequent bloggers, please note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update regularly for the sake of us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've stated my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie signs off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114731492838295069?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114731492838295069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114731492838295069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114731492838295069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114731492838295069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary =)'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114715380326863101</id><published>2006-05-09T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:54:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unappreciated</title><content type='html'>I did a voucher for a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 vouchers I designed, printed and thought over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the response i received wasn't exactly fantastic, hell, he wasn't impressed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling very crushed then-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: did you do those vouchers?&lt;br /&gt;me: yea&lt;br /&gt;him: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;me: Um.. how do you find it?&lt;br /&gt;him: ohhhhhhh-kaaaaaay lah (very reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;me: Just ok?&lt;br /&gt;him: yeah thanks.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSHED CRUSHED CRUSHED CRUSHED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening I met my sec. school buddies whom I lost contact with for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we did was sit at Pasta Mania and chat from 7pm to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that night that when I went home I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreamt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we were having a really good laugh with them somewhere. I think I laughed so hard in the dream there were tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad we finally met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, and yeah, let's arrange for more of these in future! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114715380326863101?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114715380326863101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114715380326863101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114715380326863101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114715380326863101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/unappreciated.html' title='unappreciated'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114705681308812331</id><published>2006-05-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:29:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a strange morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of people next to me are watching some kinda jap cartoon!!!!! GASP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting kinda loud? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Soo popped by just a sec ago..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off as a blurry morning literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes felt like they were really dry and sticky; after a few moments I realised my contact lens from last night were still on my eye balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains the blurry yet sometimes clear vision I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also 10 mins late because I was tottering around in my pink heels and it's pretty difficult to walk in them, especially when you're in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, all the pictures were received today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very good pictures from Syaz's phone :) , camera I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not sure flattering picture.. for me at least. Maxine looks slit eyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teh cino freaking scalds tongues by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty group shot of everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0094.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSE PEOPLE POSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Some progress. I love it! Well taken yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it like after my 'tablecloth' skirt got caught in the nail =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shot!&lt;br /&gt;No idea what the hand sign mean tho, some virgin thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doing our &lt;em&gt;thang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied after rounds of laughter &amp; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: The studious DSM TEP students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, we got chased out by Azhar.&lt;br /&gt;But we can all be camera whores! Not bad,eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teckie: Cock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is YiTing doing the 'cock' hand too!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;'hIeeEEEE! MoI naameee ish HO yiiiii tInG tInG tInG.&lt;br /&gt;miee tWeeeeT. =D'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Motherly Yiting turns twitty in front of the cam. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YO. I am camera shy.' in a deep KK-ish voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no where to gooooo! *whines*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Private Battle Royale II Screening.&lt;br /&gt;In a teeny wheeny room. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's plagued with a Xiao Qiang!!!! (cockroach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiHui: EEKS! the INTESTINES!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where is it?!&lt;br /&gt;Maxine: I pray with all my Bimbo power that it wasn't me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;'YO YO YO! I'm uh... upside down V-cent!'&lt;br /&gt;1. Gold Chain, $5 from Kelly&lt;br /&gt;2. White Adidas Cap, $14, from KK&lt;br /&gt;3. Tailored Denim Jacket, $29 from Kelly&lt;br /&gt;4. Everything else &amp; gay/hip-hop pose , Model's own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We work real hard here. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a jail term!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I need a cuppa half warm Nescafe and a half done&lt;br /&gt;teriyaki chix sandwich with extra tomatoes and onions.&lt;br /&gt;No bread hor.'&lt;br /&gt;'I want laksa from South with extra &lt;em&gt;ham! &lt;/em&gt;(cockels)&lt;br /&gt;I want to mix yellow mee with bee hoon!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scribbles away furiously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Got it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How bout this angle?&lt;br /&gt;We can catch the Ms SBM &lt;em&gt;zhao geng.. good one.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I made that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shoot us. We're bored stiff.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hiya! Away with you, smelly sneakers!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wu-shu martial fighter Teckie. WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0061.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0061.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitted Brows, Rachel must be reading about God again.&lt;br /&gt;Bless her! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eeeeeeeeeeeks! Don't wanna pose with you for no picture,Syaz!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/PICT0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye. We are all bushed from day's of cam-whoring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114705681308812331?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114705681308812331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114705681308812331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114705681308812331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114705681308812331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-strange-morning.html' title='It&apos;s a strange morning'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114675537968620283</id><published>2006-05-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:55:51.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Come True: Jalan Kayu Prata Place</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad I went to Jalan Kayu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hell lot of fun even though the number 18 waiter was mean and rude to us, it threatened to rain, and lightning was appearing above JiaLi's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it was so fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM....... What exactly were we talking about that made everyone holler with laughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve's date's car- SUV? TRucker? Lorry driver? Ferrari?&lt;br /&gt;Eve's date- Pervert? Politician? Nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Boobs Video, where I got somewhat high after drinking teh cino which became iced teh tarik and prata(cheese+egg+onion) and attempted to zoom in on Yiting's boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? Syazwan: And you're not even drunk! I think you'd start stripping if you were drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, I can smell onion when i burp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I am not a regular drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.... the prata wasn't fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people were,it was the chemistry that was fantastic.. and we were all happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oily faces, bloated bellies, messy hair... but =D GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for alex who was kinda sick =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at all the silent videos and pictures, I can just hear our laughter, I can feel that happiness run thru my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v708/kung87/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v708/kung87/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I was planning to go home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have missed out so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Ms Ang's stirring, 'You always miss our big events!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114675537968620283?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114675537968620283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114675537968620283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114675537968620283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114675537968620283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream-come-true-jalan-kayu-prata-place.html' title='A Dream Come True: Jalan Kayu Prata Place'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114615117876915963</id><published>2006-04-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:19:38.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swing.</title><content type='html'>For a long while, I thought mood swings only plagued us females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, it seems otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked to meet him, and he simply wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, for the whole day, he just kept saying No particular reason, No why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me quite irritated and of course I  'let my imagination go wild' (in his words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After say, 8 hours, he finally said, he's just feeling under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;claims &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to have mood swings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes as quite a surprise to me, but hey, I'm the queen of mood swings, they are like.. a monthly, sometimes weekly visitor. (Not PMS) Tell me and I would get it and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.. he had to keep denying and all, and finally when he did, he said he did not want to tell me lest i got worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEEZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-h-a-t-e-v-e-r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114615117876915963?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114615117876915963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114615117876915963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114615117876915963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114615117876915963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/mood-swing.html' title='Mood swing.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114587211086311142</id><published>2006-04-24T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:23:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's a drag</title><content type='html'>Yes School's a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really just rotting away doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, Maxine introduced &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/a&gt; to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By uploading pictures of your self, they match you with the data base of celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/th_kel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/th_kel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&amp;amp; I got matches with Choi Ji-Woo, and several funny people like Elvis Presley. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/choi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/choi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And Jay Chou! =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114587211086311142?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114587211086311142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114587211086311142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114587211086311142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114587211086311142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/schools-drag.html' title='school&apos;s a drag'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114559470278264271</id><published>2006-04-21T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:45:02.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>It feels better to come back to school after a day's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, so I wasn't exactly sick sick,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I DID have a cold, altho colds are like everyday events I go thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my back was aching from all that filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says I'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least today was slightly better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some sales and moola...&lt;br /&gt;tho it isn't a lot yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster blog-eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVE-IS-DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont belong to the same family as keith.-eve-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to lunch &amp; The Adrian Pang show!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114559470278264271?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114559470278264271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114559470278264271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114559470278264271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114559470278264271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114546138002483055</id><published>2006-04-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:43:00.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your rivals aren't living things.</title><content type='html'>Today was, as I expected, extremely exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home feeling extremely tired and lethargic; quite depressed due to various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuffed almond chocolates in my mouth on my way home in the train hoping the chocolate would cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at Causeway Point  Body Shop was having a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly encouraged, I forced myself into the crowd and purchased a small perfume oil in PassionFlower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite scents of all time, the sweet sacchrine floral aroma fills my soul with, I don't know exactly what, but I know it makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in a tiny bit. It calms my harried soul. It makes me feel loved, by the tiny floral printed bottle of Passion Flower fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty bottle of perfume envelopes me in love, though I don't necessarily have to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in some point of my life, Passion Flower was somehow related to much love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what a lovely aroma it gives off, Lancome's So Magic! makes me melancholic, well, I remember buying So Magic! during one of the lowest points of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, our sense of smell is really sharp and it actually has a 'memory'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home soon after, sniffing the dab of oil at my wrist greedily as soon as i felt my heart sink deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fortune told by Mee Mum with her tarot cards. I like how she secured her bundle of cards with a pretty satin ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't seem too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her saying that I will be forced give up an important relationship, which will have a great impact on me. However, this will be a blessing in disguise; other aspects of my life will improve without this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how accurate it was really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I was pretty much bushed after filming, not concentrating well and Mee Mum said her cards could be 'tired'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it with a pinch of salt really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it too seriously will have unwanted effects, I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today was a bad day really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home and see mickey online. I msg him and he doesn't give any response, until about 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know he must be glued to his TV screen, since this has been occuring &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed he is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am bloggin now, he still hasn't replied my last msg which was 10 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he replied. With one line, in reply to 5 sentences I typed. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I just typed some profanities at him. For like the first time in 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like millions of years ago when I used vulgarities. I'm a little startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm bloody overeacting!! But I can't stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO! HE PUT MY DARLING SWATCH RHINE STONES STUDDED WATCH INTO HIS JEANS POCKET WHICH WENT TO HIS WASHING MACHINE TO BE WASHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SUBJECTED MY PRECIOUS WATCH TO GRINDING, SOAKING IN WATER AND DETERGENT, AND WRINGING! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NEVER EVEN DROPPED MY WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SERIOUSLY HOPPING MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I need an MC tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to grouchy to to go school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114546138002483055?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114546138002483055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114546138002483055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114546138002483055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114546138002483055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-your-rivals-arent-living-things.html' title='When your rivals aren&apos;t living things.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114537068012780827</id><published>2006-04-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:31:20.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEP</title><content type='html'>=s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAALP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite... exhausting. Mentally. I find it mentally exhausting because my mind is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;empty, it's really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing absolutely nothing all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least tmr we will be filming, so instead of getting so bored I get tired, I will be tired from running around filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i kinda dread filming. I can't handle all that technical stuffs and running all over simply makes me even more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'd be clad in my sandals, not flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my shoes are gonna get spoilt.&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;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's shopping to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait... something tells me they're gonna be so bushed from filming nobody wants to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114537068012780827?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114537068012780827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114537068012780827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114537068012780827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114537068012780827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/tep.html' title='TEP'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114476728718757823</id><published>2006-04-11T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:54:54.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A plea for help</title><content type='html'>I was going through my 'Favourites' tab and wondering if I had really that many favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about some zoo... some thigh slimming exercise, which I remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw &lt;a href="http://www.asdsingapore.com"&gt;www.asdsingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a look btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did look thru the site, and saw a lot of dogs, (it's after all Action for Singapore Dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a couple of them, and was dying to adopt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed their picture to mom and dad; Daddy was pretty interested and he always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom retorted, 'Where are you gonna keep the dog? Under your bed!?'&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;Well, I may adopt one. In a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I can only look to Mickey who has a better chance of adopting than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to him, he doesn't sound so excited either.. so. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it breaks my heart to see so many dogs being abandoned, and most of them have a painful history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were just found loitering somewhere, with infections, injuries, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some owners tried to breed them to their deaths, others just dumped them after Fido grew old and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they're dogs, but they do, feel love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They too, like little children will feel lost if their owner left them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it's equivalent to us getting dumped by a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/asd_tshirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/asd_tshirt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They brought me to the park.&lt;br /&gt;... and left without me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do something to help these dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll sign up as a volunteer!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114476728718757823?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114476728718757823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114476728718757823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114476728718757823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114476728718757823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/plea-for-help_114476728718757823.html' title='A plea for help'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114476727617390809</id><published>2006-04-11T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:54:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A plea for help</title><content type='html'>I was going through my 'Favourites' tab and wondering if I had really that many favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about some zoo... some thigh slimming exercise, which I remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw &lt;a href="http://www.asdsingapore.com"&gt;www.asdsingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a look btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did look thru the site, and saw a lot of dogs, (it's after all Action for Singapore Dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a couple of them, and was dying to adopt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed their picture to mom and dad; Daddy was pretty interested and he always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom retorted, 'Where are you gonna keep the dog? Under your bed!?'&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;Well, I may adopt one. In a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I can only look to Mickey who has a better chance of adopting than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to him, he doesn't sound so excited either.. so. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it breaks my heart to see so many dogs being abandoned, and most of them have a painful history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were just found loitering somewhere, with infections, injuries, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some owners tried to breed them to their deaths, others just dumped them after Fido grew old and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they're dogs, but they do, feel love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They too, like little children will feel lost if their owner left them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it's equivalent to us getting dumped by a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/asd_tshirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/asd_tshirt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They brought me to the park.&lt;br /&gt;... and left without me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do something to help these dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll sign up as a volunteer!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114476727617390809?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114476727617390809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114476727617390809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114476727617390809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114476727617390809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/plea-for-help_11.html' title='A plea for help'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114476721760317045</id><published>2006-04-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:53:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A plea for help</title><content type='html'>I was going through my 'Favourites' tab and wondering if I had really that many favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about some zoo... some thigh slimming exercise, which I remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw &lt;a href="http://www.asdsingapore.com"&gt;www.asdsingapore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a look btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did look thru the site, and saw a lot of dogs, (it's after all Action for Singapore Dogs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a couple of them, and was dying to adopt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed their picture to mom and dad; Daddy was pretty interested and he always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom retorted, 'Where are you gonna keep the dog? Under your bed!?'&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;Well, I may adopt one. In a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I can only look to Mickey who has a better chance of adopting than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to him, he doesn't sound so excited either.. so. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, it breaks my heart to see so many dogs being abandoned, and most of them have a painful history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were just found loitering somewhere, with infections, injuries, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some owners tried to breed them to their deaths, others just dumped them after Fido grew old and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they're dogs, but they do, feel love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They too, like little children will feel lost if their owner left them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it's equivalent to us getting dumped by a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/asd_tshirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/asd_tshirt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They brought me to the park.&lt;br /&gt;... and left without me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hurts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do something to help these dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll sign up as a volunteer!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114476721760317045?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114476721760317045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114476721760317045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114476721760317045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114476721760317045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/plea-for-help.html' title='A plea for help'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114433450911685098</id><published>2006-04-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:41:52.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he has his soul sapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/mj3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/mj3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/mj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the new remix of my all time favourite artiste Michael Jackson's Human Nature? It's a remix done by SWV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, but knowing my audience, who are non MJ fans... you probably have no idea what's Human Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'd have to tell you, my dear friend, because I'd be disappointing Michael and doing him a misdeed if I did not preach to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Nature is a smooth and very soothing song by charming Michael in his relatively early days, before he started to be &lt;strong&gt;rumoured&lt;/strong&gt; to be doing gooky stuffs and looking gooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this unknown band, SWV did a remix and it sounds fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to his young smooth, charming voice makes my heart melt like no one ever could,(now, now, don't get jealous) and also makes me extremely chagrined, remembering what a unpleasantly surprising change transformed him into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/mjbad.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px" height="355" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/mjbad.1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/mj3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/400/mj3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Two of my personal favourites of the Michael of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure in reality, Michael looks like an entirely different person, but I choose to keep him in his glory of his youth and fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still makes me swoon and my heart skip a beat when he belts out his tunes on video. (&lt;em&gt;woooohooooooo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, I'm not permanently stuck in the times of Elvis, and Bruce Lee( I acquired TWO Brucey posters recently!!!! *WAAAAAAA TAAAAA!) , and all the other oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm pretty up to date with the recent hits, thanks to Mickey who listens to only the latest songs.... and also for the fact that I'm working in an office and I need some radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Class 95 and 987 FM(GASP!)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm listening to &lt;br /&gt;Shakira- Hips don't Lie&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz- Geek in the Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, admit you're proud of retro me!!! I'm no longer trapped in the&lt;em&gt;  'ah-go-go'  &lt;/em&gt;era!!! =D yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114433450911685098?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114433450911685098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114433450911685098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114433450911685098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114433450911685098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-has-his-soul-sapped.html' title='he has his soul sapped'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114399299647475271</id><published>2006-04-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:49:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I placed my blog title as ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no idea what I am about to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did realise that I haven't been blogging recently after reading everyone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's Ms Ang whom I met today who has been blogging the most since.. uh... the last post i read was the... one abt... our results! No wait, I think it's a tie between the lovestruck Syaz (that I met today too) and Ms Ang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they came to say hi and check out the flea market out at Expo. And, Argh, i only bought one earring, which is &lt;em&gt;such &lt;/em&gt;a letdown. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ONLY ONE ITEM???!!!' , which btw, I grabbed when everyone was about to close their stalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hollered into Mickey's ear&lt;br /&gt;'but it feels like I let myself down by missing all the great bargains!' *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patting me on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assures me he'll take me shopping next week in town when he gets his pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the flea market was... pretty BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was so humid and hot that when our hands brushed past each other, it would get stuck for a moment or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain!!! And the flea master(as he calls himself, and us FLEAS) announced&lt;br /&gt;'Hey fleas!! Yes there is a slight drizzle now, but do not panic and stay calm. If it gets heavy you may move your stalls indoors. If not, well then let's paaartaay!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Siao ar!' Mickey sort of waves his hand in the air in distaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it gets heavier, and heavier.... and it freaking pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Syaz and Max &amp; her bf are kinda stranded in that terrible place. It makes me feel kinda bad for asking them to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp; sorry for popping by! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we rush to bring our racks indoors, and in the process, Mickey, who seems very high strung and accident-prone lately cuts his feet. And boy, it's a HUGE cut! It bleeds instantly and I wringe at the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in addition to the cut on his middle finger which was derived from cutting some signboard at camp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=s plus &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bonus bonus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he wakes up this morning with a sharp pain at his spine which freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, I  realised that Vendetta is not a mere name, it actually means revenge, vindictative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it's a wonderfully drawing movie, I was quite allured by V's english charm and wit. I love his &lt;em&gt;accent&lt;/em&gt; and his voice which is smooth and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how he looked like and was dying for Evey to remove his mask at his deathbed,&lt;br /&gt; which was strewn with red extinct roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited to finally see ya all tmr!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114399299647475271?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114399299647475271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114399299647475271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114399299647475271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114399299647475271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114312499160361614</id><published>2006-03-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:43:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREAMS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Syaz is attached!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't help feeling so excited for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have yet to see how she looks like, so currently, it's&lt;br /&gt;'Your gf' this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK has annouced his future marriage with Mee Mum which will take place 7 years later if they both still 'left on the shelf' =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Syaz and I have agreed to marry each other if we are left on the shelf too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance-wise, my financial consultant, mommy in this case, has annouced that I have spent more than I have earned. =s screams again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114312499160361614?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114312499160361614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114312499160361614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114312499160361614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114312499160361614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114274040965597623</id><published>2006-03-19T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:25:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="335" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/kelly.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there! We're your hungry ghosts, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hosts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we mean for the day! Kelly &amp; Mickey! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="397" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/c7f2d403.jpg" width="501" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday could be considered quite uh... exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] it wasn't too bad lar.&lt;br /&gt;Mickey seems to love exploring all the popular places to eat at, so this time, he did some careful research and brought us to Stone Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located at some far far away land at Katong.. which is hella far away from my home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train all the way to Eunos, and took a cab down to 91 East Coast Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations made at 7, we were promptly assigned our seat at 7.05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their staff were clad in black uniform, and the manager even had a jacket on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; all of them communicated via Motorola walkie talkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was pretty good, they introduced the menu to you and well, were quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; food was served in 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered 3 mains, all chef's recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prime of the Land $23.90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/primeofeland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a piece of thick juicy tenderloin served on a stone, kinda makes you feel like a caveman.&lt;br /&gt;Like some flintstone huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portobello Mushroom $8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/portobelloshrooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to mickey, this is the 'in' mushroom of the moment; Carl's Jr have a portobello mushroom burger too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big &amp; juicy! Oh it has a black bottom, and we thought it was burnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mushroom is simply fresh, a tad raw, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimate SeaFood Combo $21.90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/seafood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of everything, 'best suited for first timers' according to the waiter Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it has 2 empty scallop shells(bec the scallop is already in my stomach), 5 mussels, 2 tiny shrimps ( minus), 1 piece of dory, squids, ah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I placed my first piece of scallop on the grill, it sizzled and popped and I jumped, afraid it'd splatter on me. But since there was no oil, only some salt, nothing could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/musselsandsotong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start digging in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/1203263d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can you see the smoke of my steak?? Quick take a picture!'&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can sweetie.. but not in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked it quite a lot; but I was concerned about one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/81226a07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were using the same pair of cutlery to pick up the raw food, and the same pair we used to put into our mouths. Isn't there supposed to be some kinda germ or bacteria on raw food? As I type, I feel a strange feeling in my stomach. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was good. Food was simply done, and you could really &lt;em&gt;taste&lt;/em&gt; the food. No msg or oil or whatsoever to prevent you from tasting food food. With some salt sprinkled on the stone grill to taste, it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lack of seasoning, the food was anything but bland. Fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but you would have be careful not to burn your tongue. I did twice, in my eagerness to plonk the food &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cooked into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a not very filling dinner( we're relatively big eaters )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to East Coast Park, which was a very gruelling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S We went there by cab, and as usual, there was a jam down to ECP, and halfway, the driver said, why dun u get off here and walk down? It's a lot faster. There's a flight of stairs leading down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believed him and got off, (Mickey even said to keep the change), and to our horror, there was only a steep slope. And I was wearing a skirt and heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several squealing &amp; shrieking, Mickey finally persuaded me to try going down with him holding me. 'You've got me here. Don't worrY!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and agreed to try. But before I did, I screamed in his face, ' If I tumble down and get disfigured, you're dead!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was kinda scared I would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, we did it! =D YAY! Turning back, I couldn't believe I let him talk me into going down that dangerous slope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was very apologetic for making me go thru all that trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way there, and he planned a little something for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought a ground mat, and a packet of candles.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="414" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/8b06dc69.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Gazing &amp; all! But darn, this picture makes me look really fat &amp;amp; bloated!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/98046a47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reads I heart U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/2938f55f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts lighting them up while I lie there and look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="394" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/ed0e68c5.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my babies! He tries to protect the flickering flames from the sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="387" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/24b6a229.jpg" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet wasn't it?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v300/kelliyan/bcf1cb9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's it! Good night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114274040965597623?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114274040965597623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114274040965597623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114274040965597623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114274040965597623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/stone-grill.html' title='Stone Grill'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114249109310150808</id><published>2006-03-16T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:38:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if this is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm supposed to list my dream guy's characteristics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mickey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mickey's stick out ears! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mickey's bugs bunny teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kiddin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont expect him to look like MJ nor do i expect him to look like some guy off Men's Health's cover . Just someone visually pleasant looking, taller than me, ... smelling good is a plus point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, I would like if you don't &lt;strong&gt;smoke, swear or gamble&lt;/strong&gt;.. Oh and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;womanize/flirt&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You better not... or else. Occasional drinker is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honesty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Financially stable &amp; sufficiently educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking well and presenting yourself well would be attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Filial &amp; family-oriented. Mommy says family oriented guys are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; obscene habits like scratching your ass/groin, picking your nose/ears(&amp; flicking it at me!), keeping terrifyingly long nails etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Positive attitude to life, optimist... so that you can convert/drown the pessimist in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kind &amp; sweet soul  O =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love/adores/worships me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's roughly it, I have more.. but well, kinda bz now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114249109310150808?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114249109310150808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114249109310150808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114249109310150808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114249109310150808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/huh.html' title='HUH?'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114243746403614315</id><published>2006-03-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:44:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syaz says</title><content type='html'>Syaz requests that his name doesnt stay in the first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the very first word now, how bout that?! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane waiting for the results!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114243746403614315?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114243746403614315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114243746403614315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114243746403614315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114243746403614315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/syaz-says.html' title='Syaz says'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114190821204739588</id><published>2006-03-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:43:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we really cracking?</title><content type='html'>I was reading Syaz's blog about our circle of friends breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Syaz is over reacting or if what he's saying is on its way to become reality in front of our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I haven't seen everyone since... since.. Azhar's paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Syaz is right.&lt;br /&gt;Why did we push it so far back anyway?&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;What should we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say we could have an emergency outing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... Maybe this saturday? I could postpone my movie date with Mickey to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could go catch a quick movie this sat and have some coffee at Starbucks, or somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) *hopefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114190821204739588?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114190821204739588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114190821204739588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114190821204739588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114190821204739588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-we-really-cracking.html' title='Are we really cracking?'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114174136370736693</id><published>2006-03-07T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:22:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i am the way i am</title><content type='html'>I was questioning why I am the way I am(acting stupid &amp; doing really... pessimistically hopeless stuffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend says it's because I lost my sense of direction along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I told my boyfriend something that actually left him speechless. For a moment or so, I was pretty proud that I finally could leave him silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he hung up, I realised there was nothing proud of. In fact, I felt quite evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, while bathing yesterday, I was bored &amp; was thinking of something to think of. Naturally, I thought of my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's planning for his future, like finally, might be enrolling in a course at SIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 23 now, the course will take 3 yrs= 26 by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 4 years, can he make a monthly income of 4k? (to be able to afford a home, a car &amp; a diamond ring) *he's 30 by that.. and i'm 26*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 3k, but the chance is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, from now to .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I've counted wrongly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH!!!! Okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. No wonder my bf says I'm stupid. Boy, he's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, there will be a Puppy Adoption Drive this Sunday at East Coast Park! [9.30am-5.30pm] , it's under ST's Class Ads Pets Corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even if you're not planning to adopt, you can just pop by &amp; join the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is what I'll be doing! :)&lt;br /&gt;Under ASD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114174136370736693?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114174136370736693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114174136370736693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114174136370736693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114174136370736693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-i-am-way-i-am.html' title='why i am the way i am'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114148750174921523</id><published>2006-03-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:51:41.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive, yes I'm still alive. Despite my past entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your tags/smses of concern :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah. Mickey &amp; I are fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that fine, because I've been down with a bad throat infection for 3 weeks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't eat all that good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling sick makes me realise what a blessing it is to be able to gorge on cool sweet ice-cream, and hot piping MacDonald's french fries dipped in mayonaise &amp; chilli!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that Laksa, and prata, and nasi bryani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Chicken Wings... Drumstick..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaafooodd................. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a terrible plight to be in. =S Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i'm very busy working as an adminstrator somewhere in Paya Lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And selling some stuffs on Yahoo! auction as extra, just to feed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i see you guys soon at Jalan Kayu to makan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114148750174921523?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114148750174921523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114148750174921523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114148750174921523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114148750174921523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/03/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114094540984416828</id><published>2006-02-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:16:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><content type='html'>Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it at the back of my head.. that it's going to happen when I least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me by surprise; take my breathe away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have regrets though. Not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never happier.&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;Maybe I will be happier without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114094540984416828?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114094540984416828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114094540984416828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114094540984416828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114094540984416828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/apologies.html' title='apologies'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114093580824376254</id><published>2006-02-26T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:36:48.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet stains</title><content type='html'>I was eating my favourite chicken rice when I felt something trickle down my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was my regular sinus acting up again, I reached for some tissue and blew my nose. hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I saw red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of blood!!!!!!!!!! *weak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm having some internal struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking and worrying about the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of future, I have a bad feeling about azhar's paper, like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really really bad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, I only ask for a miserable C, or D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't do anything below that............ Please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my internal struggle- I have no faith in anything now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114093580824376254?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114093580824376254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114093580824376254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114093580824376254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114093580824376254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/scarlet-stains.html' title='Scarlet stains'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114067248327722393</id><published>2006-02-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:28:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here to Stay or Play?</title><content type='html'>Are you here to Stay or Play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't read you like a book.&lt;br /&gt;Though I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave my heart behind when you kiss me goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114067248327722393?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114067248327722393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114067248327722393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114067248327722393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114067248327722393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-to-stay-or-play.html' title='Here to Stay or Play?'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114058955512558623</id><published>2006-02-22T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:25:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J. Window</title><content type='html'>I was just reading Seishii's comments about the Johari Window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL why yes, I'm one of those people who have been asking ppl to help me do my J.Window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty as charged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seishii pretty much has a negative opinion towards it, probably bec. of the bombards of friends around him to do the quiz, and well, I do see his point of view, though I don't agree that the J.Window is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wounldn't say it's the greatest idea ever invented, but I would say it helps you to understand yourself a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.. I had no idea my friends thought I was sentimental, in fact, I didn't think I was sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people don't generally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; tell&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;their close friends that 'Hey, you are really thoughtful, ya know?' out of the blue. Unless there is an  occasion or event that involves describing your friends in detail. Or if they asked directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And partly because I'm the type who is always questioning why this, why that, whats, hows.. and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Syaz simply prefers to live the moment and enjoy while he can instead of bothering himself with useless details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) To each his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114058955512558623?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114058955512558623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114058955512558623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114058955512558623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114058955512558623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/j-window.html' title='J. Window'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114053193813331238</id><published>2006-02-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:25:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feb 21</title><content type='html'>I was stripping to my inner garments preparing to bath when I happened to turn and saw a giant breed lizard sitting above my head- well sort of, on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, I jumped out of the toilet only to realized I wasn't very appropriately dressed; clad in just two tiny pieces of cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretched my hand in to grab a towel before returning to my screamfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Daddy was summoned, who poured a glass of hot water at the lizard above us, i saw the nude coloured creature fall flat on the ground and it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a corner. The rest, as they say, was history. (Fed the half dead lizzie to birdie, who was delighted. Wait he's screaming now.. i wonder why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave this year's class chalet a miss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go! I really was! I even had my bags packed all ready to go on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a bloody(literally) tragedy happened.. which made me lose utter mood to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( I hope you guys had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be seething with jealousy when you return with all the pictures to show me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hols everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114053193813331238?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114053193813331238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114053193813331238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114053193813331238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114053193813331238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/feb-21.html' title='feb 21'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114033549946213185</id><published>2006-02-19T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T15:51:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>I am trying to recreate our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I cannot remember clearly what exactly I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of weeks, it finally struck me that I must have blogged about in when I went on my first date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ha! I did!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Tom Yum Goong we watched then at Lido Cine or was it Cathay. I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;it's Cathay, because I remember him buying a bar of chocolate to eat in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered me some choc but the bar broke in half and dropped on my lap- which had him picking up half the bar in embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember Mickey never failed to bring an extra jacket for me whenever we went for a movie. He'd pop it out of his bag when I started to complain the theatre was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped bringing it after.. well.. a few dates, hmm a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly because he had already 'caught' my heart, and there wasn't any need to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S how insincere!!! Then again, the theatres are no longer as chilly nowadays, and I haf Mickey's body warmth to keep me alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114033549946213185?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114033549946213185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114033549946213185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114033549946213185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114033549946213185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114019334442185938</id><published>2006-02-17T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:29:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filthy Rich</title><content type='html'>The term filthy rich can really take on a literal meaning now; after my new boss told me about how the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rich people dress like,um, perfectly ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my morning started with Alan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping through today's copy of Classified ads, he mumbled, 'Today dunno got anyone bankrupt anot..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bankrupt?' I looked up with a wry smile on my face ( I was wrapping burberry ties up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, many people go bankrupt a day. They have to put up a notice what, to annouce they're bankrupt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought to myself, I thought they were so broke now they had to live in boxes, where on earth did they get the money to put up a notice for their bankruptcy??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hmm okay..' I say trying to concentrate on the wrapping which looks really shabby all thanks to my 'nimble' fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe there's an auction site from someone who's bankrupt, then I can go pick up some cheap stuff, like a new com for us.' he says somewhat gaily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh-huh..' ( This guy opens me up to a whole new world of money and business)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There~!' He cries out truimphantly, shoving a list of about 50 names of bankrupt people. All bankrupt. He doesn't seem at all sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WAH~! Why so many?!' I cry out too- the list is terribly long. With their full names and address. So check every Friday on ST's class ads to check if any of your biz partners names are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, despite a module in Print Essentials, I had absolutely no idea ST's classified ads had a weekly section for the bankrupt. To think I studied that module. &lt;strong&gt;That &lt;/strong&gt;ought to be the stuffs we learn, not the definition of... a... whatzat cost per centimetre per thousand readers dunno what column. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;your future boss would test you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, back to my first para, about filthy rich one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on some uncle in a typical blue checkered shirt came up and talked to Alan.&lt;br /&gt;While I continued wrapping quite un-skillfully, I hate how tape keeps sticking to my nails and my fingers and ugh! But yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down on his chair and said ' dont see that uncle like that ar.. He owns this building.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;em&gt;this building &lt;/em&gt;is the building I am currently working in.. which is damn far away, which i call ooloo ooloo place... which is somewhere in the middle of Toa Payoh and Paya Lebar, called Tat Wan Building, 5 storeys high, but I am starting to like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He owns that blue mercedes car below. His brother owns the black one. '&lt;br /&gt;And I start wondering why everyone is making so much money while I am suffering with being penniless working at $5 an hr under Alan. He should increase my pay, I hope he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Last time I met this uncle, friend of a friend, he wore white ah-pek shorts and singlet everyday. Everyday leh! Like some uncle lar.' Alan begins distastefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So anyway... We were talking and I asked where shall we go for lunch? How bout the kopitiam nearby? And uncle said Grand Hyatt Hotel! With his ah pek white shorts and slippers he walked right into Hyatt and said he only eats at hotels! And his ugly white ah pek shorts are from Hugo!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are widened in interest and surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty to learn from this man, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The richer they are, the less the show off. Instead only the not so rich ones like to show off and wear nice clothes and all. Fake one lar.' Alan dismisses them with a wave of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh go eat lunch lar. Let me finish wrapping for you.' He dismisses me with a wave of his hand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan looks nice and normal but something tells me he is a shrewd business man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Alan is only 27 but already his own boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114019334442185938?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114019334442185938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114019334442185938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114019334442185938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114019334442185938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/filthy-rich.html' title='Filthy Rich'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-114001087419460257</id><published>2006-02-15T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:41:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm startinf to think this blog is a shrine of my bf. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-114001087419460257?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/114001087419460257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=114001087419460257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114001087419460257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/114001087419460257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-startinf-to-think-this-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113973359200219602</id><published>2006-02-12T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:31:57.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(085).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28085%29.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the dreaded exams are finally over. I'm not exactly celebrating.. because holidays mean it's time to get a job. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, Max, Khai and I went to party at MoS on friday night after our exams.... apparently I'm not very good with vodka and all that. With my first Vodka Cranberry I felt my cheeks burn and my ears warm, soon I felt this throbbing at the back of my head which nudged me to bob my head with the music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on he bought me another Vodka Sprite and I bet my face was flushing, although no one could see it in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. MoS was not bad . Except for the fact that it was so freakin crowded that people were stomping on my foot and I was tripping over people's feet in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be in the Smoove room and it was a cramped place. A lot of steps all over so I had to keep looking down so I don't miss a step and fall flat on my face, or on someone's face for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max left early to go and fight with her bf... which made me and Khai consider if throwing dirt and stones at him would be a good idea. =x&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, they kissed and made up anyway........... so.... shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw someone moonwalking there which made me very excited indeed! teeheeee~! I didn't really catch his face though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's cute bartender was really CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were urging her to go and dance in his face. Or at least order a 'Sex on the beach from &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;please?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. never again. I went home reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally tired and shag. And I couldn't fall asleep.. &amp; my aircon was kinda faulty, and it made me so very cannot sleep!!! I woke up the next day at 1230 when Maxine called me, and her bf was like echoing behind her.. and making some funny noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept again until 2pm and he called to ask me get up and prepare for our date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd month anniversary date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he made me a green miniature tree to hang my earrings!&lt;br /&gt;And it was only because he remember hearing me say my earrings always get tangled together!&lt;br /&gt;How attentive is that?! It's not bad really. Though my dad was really mean when he saw it, he said 'Is he really that broke? Even so, a real tree or plant would be better!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIYER! He doesn't know how to appreciate hardwork and sincerity. Nevermind daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mickey brought me to a restuarant very aptly named- My Secret Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's really secretive! It's hidden behind some shophouse, in the middle of some private housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(102).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28102%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decor is very romantic, dim lightings, red candle light, some huge, English portraits, and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that place! Though the lighting and the flame from the candle &lt;em&gt;plus &lt;/em&gt;the post dinner Margarita combined cast a red glow on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(087).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28087%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's having his Mimosa while I snap a shot of him. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why &lt;/strong&gt;is he smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they ran out of Vodka and only had Gin and sparkling wine.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(093).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28093%29.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(093).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is having a hearty laugh, i can't remember talking about what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(093).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around at Bugis which was an empty trip for me despite all the sales. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing me to 'hurry up or we'll miss it!' , he brought me to watch the fireworks at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade was absolutely sardine-canned with people who came to catch the second last day of the fireworks, which made me wonder how much the govt spent on the 15 days. I guess he has enough to spare, which explains the extravagance. Maybe he wants to emphasise on cultural identity or smth.. shrugs. whatever it is. No pictures tho, fireworks are plenty and many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(106).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28106%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a picture of my sexy boyfriend tho! ah ha check out the un-bottoned shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom behind me 'Is he going to fight later?'&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(104).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28104%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And us! But he looks glum though. Like ' argh how many times does that girl beside me want to pose for pictures?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. I look smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the MRT station and paused outside Haagen Daaz ice cream cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ice cream?' I asked 'My treat!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wah you very rich ar?'&lt;br /&gt;'No'&lt;br /&gt;'Up to you lar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;queue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for ice cream! Expensive one at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(110).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28110%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along and stopped at old ole Gelare instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a chocolate chip waffle with Chocolate Overload Icecream and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Overload indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(109).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28109%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a satisfied couple after downing lotsa sinful chocolate, so much so we're almost glowing!&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/320/Image%28100%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good night wasn't it? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2881/667/1600/Image(100).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113973359200219602?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113973359200219602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113973359200219602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113973359200219602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113973359200219602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/02/over_12.html' title='Over.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113855145559337599</id><published>2006-01-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:17:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>I think everyone has a picture of themselves; a definition of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Like, 'I'm the type of person who doesn't buy red lipstick'&lt;br /&gt;          'I'm the typical guy next door'&lt;br /&gt;          'I'm a health freak'&lt;br /&gt;          'I'm a good, model teacher'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of define myself as the 'typical-girl-next-door, who seeks simplicity'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, imagine if you didn't have a definition of yourself, you didn't categorize yourself under any type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would buy outrageous clothes I never had the courage to wear, because they aren't simple enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would use bright red/fuchsia lipstick because I always thought it was unnatural looking and not suitable for a simple girl next door like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would walk outta the house without any make-up on my face at all because my skin is flawful but I don't care how the world thinks of me.                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to muster the courage to walk outta the house bare-faced. LOL in future yes. .when my skin is good enough to face the world and the mirror without wringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go ahead and curse loudly because I have always catgorized myself as a polite and goody-two shoed girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out and travel the world alone, take a long hike, because I always defined myself as the pampered girl who's got her bf to attend to her and would never venture out of SG alone lest I become anyone's prey, lest I have too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I guess that's what I might do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inspired by Seishii's entry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113855145559337599?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113855145559337599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113855145559337599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113855145559337599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113855145559337599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/01/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113854705414608690</id><published>2006-01-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:04:14.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and he actually walked all the way back to my home from Woodlands MRT to pick up my wallet for me because feather-brained me left it under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hot scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him gratefully, rushing to meet him from the shaded shelter of the MRT station with a tissue, and he waved it off saying, 'It's nothing.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113854705414608690?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113854705414608690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113854705414608690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113854705414608690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113854705414608690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-and-he-actually-walked-all-way-back.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113818592259783941</id><published>2006-01-25T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:45:22.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of sem</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be our last day of school! Well, not exactly... But, sort of... One week later I still gotta come back for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so 'coincidentally', Chinese New Year is during our study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO STUDY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. quite a bit has happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished all presentations; today was the last one with Edwin Tan for Print, where I stumbled over my words stuttering 'per-per-pes-PERSPECTIVE'. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to E-V-E who turns 19 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Belated to Khairiyah whose birthday fell on yesterday :) We hope you like what we gave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was so pretty Maxine &amp; I were reluctant to let you have it in the end! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before, our Team *TOOT* had a slight disagreement... But well, it's good that everything is over and peaceful now. *relief* No hard feelings I hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last week I had a mood swing &amp; got depressed, &amp;amp; attempted to break up with my boyfriend not knowing exactly why. Okay I do, but it's too embarrassing to be blogged about. Lest everyone thinks I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not!! And it's... well.. true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him: Because the chance of us getting married is &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;low, therefore, I am currently wasting my time dating you because it isn't gonna work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: HUH?! Why you think so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:(feeling slightly sia-suayed) When you date someone, ultimately, you wish to marry them, don't you? If I'm just dating for the sake of dating, knowing it I'm not gonna marry him, well then, I'm wasting my youth, wasting my time, and forgoing my chance of meeting a cuter guy.&lt;br /&gt;*I didn't tell him the last part tho*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: But if you don't try how you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I'm only 19 and I'm &lt;strong&gt;years &lt;/strong&gt;away from getting married. do you really think we're gonna last that long? If only I met you later.. So I should remain single until i'm 20+. *sighs wistfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: (obviously defeated) You don't have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's right, I don't have faith in him &amp; I think too much and I'm just freaking out because I'm having a mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I met him I was already perfectly non-depressed, in fact, quite jovial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was very sweet to me, picking me up from my door, buying me a really cute table-cloth skirt, in which my mother nagged looked like a table cloth and that if she bought it she would have slammed her own head on the wall and perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snorted and pointed at him happily as he was the one who bought it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Maxine who later enlightened me saying something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rather than wait till you're of age, and what if you don't find the right person to marry? At least if you stay with Mickey now you still have hope!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, yes. She got me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm terribly broke. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113818592259783941?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113818592259783941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113818592259783941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113818592259783941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113818592259783941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-of-sem.html' title='end of sem'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113782698601713450</id><published>2006-01-21T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:03:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worry warty.</title><content type='html'>I feel depressed and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I don't have any food in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I suddenly have no ICA's to do, and the worry wart in me is wondering if I forgot anything. Well, I know that there's Edwin's report to do.. but I don't have the newspaper to work on. Maybe I should go out to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late. =( darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113782698601713450?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113782698601713450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113782698601713450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113782698601713450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113782698601713450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/01/worry-warty.html' title='worry warty.'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113741658393227942</id><published>2006-01-16T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:03:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why my black clutch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was my Christmas present last year from Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of a name for my blog, Mickey appeared in my head and so this blog is somewhat linked to him. *snorts* Does this mean I will create a new blog when we do break up again?&lt;br /&gt;=/ I  hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two presentations ended today, I feel like a big load was lifted magically off my heavy laden shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smile without cracking my face now or twitching or something.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very unhealthy now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy over this song now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love You Always Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing&lt;br /&gt; in a timeless dream of light mists&lt;br /&gt;of pale amber rose&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm lost in a deep cloud of heavenly scent&lt;br /&gt;touching discovering you&lt;br /&gt;those days of warm rains come rushing&lt;br /&gt;back to me of windless summer night air secret moments shared&lt;br /&gt;in the gear of the afternoon out of the stillness soft spoken words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say it again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you always forever&lt;br /&gt;near and far closer together&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I will be with you&lt;br /&gt;everything I will do for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you always forever&lt;br /&gt;near and far closer together&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I will be with you everything I will do for you&lt;br /&gt;you've got the most unbelievable blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;I ever seen you've got me almost melting away as we lay there under the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;with pure white stars exotic sweetness a magical time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say it again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you always forever&lt;br /&gt;near and far closer together&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I will be with you everything I will do for you&lt;br /&gt;I love you always forevernear and far closer together&lt;br /&gt;everywhere I will be with you everything I will do for you&lt;br /&gt;say you'll love love me forever never stop never whatever&lt;br /&gt;near and far and always and everywhere and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;say it again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113741658393227942?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113741658393227942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113741658393227942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113741658393227942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113741658393227942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-my-black-clutch-because-it-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21004112.post-113732001482607484</id><published>2006-01-15T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:13:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-new</title><content type='html'>This is my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. why was it created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that not everyone has access to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have an occassional unwanted reader or two...&lt;br /&gt;Besides, &lt;a href="http://www.coloursofkellys.blogspot.com"&gt;Colours of Kelly's&lt;/a&gt; has too much in there, and so I thought a new start would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have it- A brand new year and a brand new Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21004112-113732001482607484?l=herblackclutch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/feeds/113732001482607484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21004112&amp;postID=113732001482607484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113732001482607484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21004112/posts/default/113732001482607484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herblackclutch.blogspot.com/2006/01/new.html' title='A-new'/><author><name>KellY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05529968412505257636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
