<?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-3015156754556114921</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:08:37.088+08:00</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Rose-tinted glasses'/><category term='Random thought'/><category term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Reads'/><category term='HUR.'/><category term='Love'/><category term='VJ'/><category term='Life&apos;s not-so-little quirks'/><category term='LOVE(:'/><category term='Hall life'/><category term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><category term='Mr BG'/><category term='Faruk'/><category term='Yums.'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Stuck in Reverse ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-5886347730470922003</id><published>2009-08-19T18:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:25:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have found myself a safe place - a place for a more quiet and subtle existence, a place for me to rest my tired bones. I will not say where it is; you've gotta find out for yourself. But I reckon I'll be back. After all, we all lead double lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5886347730470922003?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5886347730470922003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5886347730470922003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5886347730470922003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5886347730470922003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/08/reprieve.html' title='Shelter'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6511341264621815946</id><published>2009-08-15T01:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:51:06.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year 1s make me feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should probably muster up some enthusiasm for the new semester, but scouring EBSCOhost for lit reviews and thinking about FYP everyday make me feel old and wrinkly and exhausted. Hell, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hearing&lt;/span&gt; FYP makes me feel old and wrinkly and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I so desperately want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss hall life. It seems to me that when you stay in hall, school becomes a lot more fun, and a little less jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6511341264621815946?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6511341264621815946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6511341264621815946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6511341264621815946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6511341264621815946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/08/year-1s-and-fyp-make-me-feel-old-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8101339917836260621</id><published>2009-08-08T14:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:22:07.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At Kailing's and B2's recommendation, I went to try out a Cleo quiz &lt;a href="http://surveytool.cleo.com.au/takesurvey.aspx?SurveyID=m8MM5o2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and there was this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;You've come down with a cold from hell and your boy...&lt;br /&gt;(a) Tells you to call him when you’re done coughing up a lung.&lt;br /&gt;(b) Takes you to the doctor, cooks you chicken soup, and nurses you back to health.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Drops off some supplies then hightails it outta there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which brings me back to a time nearly 3 years ago when we were still studying for the As and Wei secretly ran over from Siglap, Chloropheniramine and Panadol Remedy in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, happy, happy memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8101339917836260621?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8101339917836260621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8101339917836260621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8101339917836260621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8101339917836260621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-kailings-and-b2s-recommendation-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3855005548924404245</id><published>2009-08-06T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:40:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All my playlists in my ipod are gone, wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3855005548924404245?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3855005548924404245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3855005548924404245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3855005548924404245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3855005548924404245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-my-playlists-in-my-ipod-are-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1358966243229335124</id><published>2009-07-19T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:11:43.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think its bittersweet, how as we get older, we get sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1358966243229335124?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1358966243229335124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1358966243229335124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1358966243229335124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1358966243229335124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-its-bittersweet-how-as-we-get.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1708294012846631506</id><published>2009-07-15T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:02:35.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence, and the lack thereof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is nothing like a few day's absence to remind yourself how important that person really is to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, at least there's still your songs to comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Way I Do"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your kiss, your smile, your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I miss your breath on my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When we whisper in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And find that I was falling so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now I can't go on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm not that strong without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your touch, your skin, can't believe the way you let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Don't rush tonight, I need you like the ocean needs the tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And find that I was falling so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now I can't go on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm not that strong without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I always thought I would stand on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Climb a mountain top all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Relying, depending on no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now look at what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now I can't go on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm naked, I cant fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm not that strong without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never thought I could want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ..the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1708294012846631506?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1708294012846631506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1708294012846631506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1708294012846631506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1708294012846631506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/07/absence-and-lack-thereof.html' title='Absence, and the lack thereof'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-9135935105452877383</id><published>2009-07-13T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:50:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>I know it's weird, but everytime I burp, I think of Wei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-9135935105452877383?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/9135935105452877383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=9135935105452877383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/9135935105452877383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/9135935105452877383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title='♥'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2717604794328683870</id><published>2009-07-12T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:48:06.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to lazy sunday afternoon blues and the good weather makes me miss Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that gruffy ol' bear's 4 days away.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2717604794328683870?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2717604794328683870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2717604794328683870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2717604794328683870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2717604794328683870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/07/listening-to-lazy-sunday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8434553382956913096</id><published>2009-07-01T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:33:11.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars wars v.3</title><content type='html'>Okay I officially feel too old to do this STARS planner shit. The excitement is too much for me to handle, as with the screaming and screeching at the laptop and cursing on msn when I didn't manage to get my courses, and the screaming and screeching at the laptop and jumping about in my room whooping at the top of my lungs when I manage to get my courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too damn old, yo. Just too darn old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8434553382956913096?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8434553382956913096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8434553382956913096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8434553382956913096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8434553382956913096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-i-officially-feel-too-old-to-do.html' title='Stars wars v.3'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8735017076255441256</id><published>2009-06-25T10:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:28:54.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Susan Boyle sings IDAD so terribly, its  blasphemous. Its Les Mis, for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of innocence, hope and belief in everything good in this world is not something you can just &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BULLDOZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over, you imbecile. &lt;span&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. I get so upset just thinking about it &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just got my allowance from DB. I dont know if I should be upset or feeling happy now. Its an odd feeling, hurhurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8735017076255441256?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8735017076255441256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8735017076255441256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8735017076255441256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8735017076255441256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/06/susan-boyle-sings-idad-so-terribly-its.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8447772738862596645</id><published>2009-06-23T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:45:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally went running today! :) Feels real good, but oh, I'm so gonna be feeling it tomorrow. And the day after (says Wei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope I'm able to lose whatever ___ I've accumulated on my calves. I seriously have no idea when did they began looking like what they are today. Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8447772738862596645?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8447772738862596645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8447772738862596645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8447772738862596645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8447772738862596645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finally-went-running-today-feels-real.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-7779509577746536791</id><published>2009-06-18T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:34:41.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss flying all of a sudden. Miss the kick, the rush, the  adrenaline. Miss it miss it miss it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be all the monotony and boredom at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7779509577746536791?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7779509577746536791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7779509577746536791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7779509577746536791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7779509577746536791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-flying-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1662195000560408502</id><published>2009-06-16T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:05:03.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think nostalgia only happens when you can't and didn't put a proper stop to things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1662195000560408502?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1662195000560408502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1662195000560408502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1662195000560408502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1662195000560408502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-nostalgia-only-happens-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-637270102529256646</id><published>2009-06-12T09:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:21:30.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><title type='text'>Reminders to self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like a sliver of the person I once was. I feel weak (like I can't stand straight or walk straight) and I'm constantly scared. 2 years did a mighty lot to make me forget how it feels like, I suppose, and I guess I got cocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reminder 1 to self: This isn't the same as doing your brows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reminder 2 to self: Don't down a regular or large Hokey Pokey milkshake by yourself when you know its better that you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a sidenote, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it when my stomach rebels, especially when there's nothing at all for it to heave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Gek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I seem to only blog on Fridays, or when the weekend is near, huh. TGIF! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-637270102529256646?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/637270102529256646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=637270102529256646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/637270102529256646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/637270102529256646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminders-to-self.html' title='Reminders to self'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8086785519716801325</id><published>2009-06-05T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:47:44.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so damn bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On a sidenote, Timbre last night was good.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8086785519716801325?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8086785519716801325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8086785519716801325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8086785519716801325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8086785519716801325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5293659837306825080</id><published>2009-05-29T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:25:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Wei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5293659837306825080?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5293659837306825080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5293659837306825080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5293659837306825080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5293659837306825080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-wei.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2776639800805379778</id><published>2009-05-08T12:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:38:29.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faruk'/><title type='text'>080509</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It suddenly seems that Life can be ended so easily, just the snuffing out a twinkling light. OF COURSE I knew that life is fleeting, that it comes and goes as it pleases, that we have to treasure life and live it to the fullest everyday yadayada but this is just one of the things that you think you know but you actually don't until it really happens, y'know what I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And it scares me how a person could go so quietly. A call in the morning morning, the venue of the funeral, a msg. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The passing of a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I wonder if Wei and I would be able to go to Topshop and say, "This jacket with the hoodie is so Faruk" or "This print is exactly what Faruk would wear" with a light heart again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't know if you knew, but you formed a really big part of my Tk memories. We were a family, the few of us who were always sitting in the front row 'cos we were all short back then. We made you marry Imad and you became my bapak. We were always singing, always laughing, always noisy, always getting scolded. Always fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wellwellwell, you're certainly no longer the short fart now, but the hair on your arms are still as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;long as Chelle's and as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;white as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;How do you even begin to put together those little fragments of memories? I wanna say, thank you for giving me 2 years of your sunny presence in Tk, and, thank you for being there for Wei through those tough times in APD, and, thank you thank you for being such a good friend, to Wei and to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;May God be with you, Faruk. Be in peace, my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2776639800805379778?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2776639800805379778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2776639800805379778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2776639800805379778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2776639800805379778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/05/080509.html' title='080509'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8833691013740528207</id><published>2009-05-07T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:05:10.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My holidays are ending in 4 days. I need to shop for internship clothes and miscellaneous stuff, cut my hair and go tanning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe I'm complaining like this. I'm grumpy. Grumpygrumpygrumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8833691013740528207?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8833691013740528207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8833691013740528207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8833691013740528207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8833691013740528207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-holidays-are-ending-in-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1834599554206712739</id><published>2009-05-06T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:50:36.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom faces at the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phantom shadows on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1834599554206712739?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1834599554206712739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1834599554206712739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1834599554206712739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1834599554206712739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/05/phantom-faces-at-window-phantom-shadows.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-916899817186582577</id><published>2009-04-29T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:12:57.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, year 2 sem 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I experienced the joy of stepping into the train wearing heels and carrying a clutch. Book-free, laptop-free and not critically eyeing for a seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was wonderful and absolutely refreshing, like waking up after a long, deep sleep.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-916899817186582577?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/916899817186582577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=916899817186582577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/916899817186582577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/916899817186582577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-year-2-sem-2.html' title='Goodbye, year 2 sem 2'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1282757213431264788</id><published>2009-04-17T11:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:02:32.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm suddenly missing Wei terriblyterriblyterrribly, and I so badly want to go Seah Street Deli for my mac and cheese! Wei promised to bring me there long before the Sunday Times article came out, and omg, it looks so darn freaking good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But exams are still exams. Accounting, accounting, accounting. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a happier note, happy 29th, sweetheart! I love you much, lobster paws, Jamaican accent, potbelly and all.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1282757213431264788?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1282757213431264788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1282757213431264788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1282757213431264788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1282757213431264788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-suddenly-missing-wei.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8224609107822641265</id><published>2009-04-06T01:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:23:36.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two weeks to exams and I have two presentations and a report to go. How awesome. I really wonder when in the two weeks will revision come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate it that I've been so difficult &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; the whole of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; semester. I've been trying my freaking best to keep myself from shattering into a thousand million tiny bloody Cynthia pieces, I really have. Nonetheless I've been leaning so damn freaking heavily on Wei and Rae and Lau and everyone else I'm surprised no one has just stopped in their tracks one day and turn around and bitch-slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, every time when the exams come by, I just feel like breaking up with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8224609107822641265?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8224609107822641265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8224609107822641265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8224609107822641265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8224609107822641265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-weeks-to-exams-and-i-have-two.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1428820172890644659</id><published>2009-03-17T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:31:09.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'>Signs of too much accounting project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is highly entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tuesday, 17 March, 12am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was trying to decode accounting, but got really, really tired. Decided to go to bed early (for once), with every intention of waking up early tmr morning to continue where I left off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;12.15am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sat on the bed with every intention to call Wei but apparently I dozed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;2.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: (groggily) Uhhh hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Did you see Rachel's msg? She's so sweet (sth to that extent&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: mumble mumble sth sth mumble (tries very hard to wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: What are Rachel's strengths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Huh what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: mumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: What are Rachel's strengths and weaknesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Huh what? Baby you're blabbering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: Omg I'm blabbering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Yah you're blabbering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: Okay I'm blabbering&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei: Blah blah sth (memory's fuzzy/ falling back asleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cyn: k g'night bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hahaha. I guess this is what happens when you ponder too much over accounting and get so troubled over the horrid balanced score card that you spend every waking moment fretting over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; my very best to wake up k, cos I realised for 10 seconds that I was babblering.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1428820172890644659?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1428820172890644659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1428820172890644659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1428820172890644659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1428820172890644659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs-of-too-much-accounting-project.html' title='Signs of too much accounting project'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5973386543800202009</id><published>2009-03-16T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:50:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimatums. Fate and circumstance. What does that even mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What does that even mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yah I heard you. I'll be brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5973386543800202009?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5973386543800202009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5973386543800202009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5973386543800202009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5973386543800202009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimatums.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6688860234306229469</id><published>2009-03-02T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:35:48.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss hearing Wei's voice, especially with the recess week ended and Friday looming up, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess week was horrid. I've been spread too thin, wrung dry and breaking down on an almost daily basis. I have yet touched my books, and I've yet to complete my individual assignment. I tell myself to go with the flow, but somehow it isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for sticking by me and being there for me, love, even though I've been acting real strange and P lately (the whole of this sem so far, morelike). I shudder to think what state I'll be in right now if I do not have you and Rae to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay this is getting all too emo, and so I shall stop here. God knows I'm getting too emotional for my own good lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Rae just msged me to tell me there has been a stabbing at school!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6688860234306229469?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6688860234306229469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6688860234306229469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6688860234306229469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6688860234306229469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-hearing-weis-voice-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-7255895195228779210</id><published>2009-02-09T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:11:29.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I so badly want to stop and rest, but there's no place for me to rest my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Standing alone is so&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; tirin&lt;/span&gt;g. So so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7255895195228779210?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7255895195228779210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7255895195228779210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7255895195228779210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7255895195228779210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-so-badly-want-to-stop-and-rest-but.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5595254169827539522</id><published>2009-02-08T23:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:52:13.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stabstabstab me straight in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just when something inside me died and I rebuilt my walls thinking that it would keep the world out, loneliness had to come and make a mockery out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like a sponge that's left in the desert for days, and now suddenly there's rain, floods and thunderstorms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is like setting a whole new record, this new low. Somebody please please give me a reason to take that leap of faith again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I want terribly to believe and to trust, but I'm so afraid to. And you know what's the funny thing about it? Its no one's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5595254169827539522?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5595254169827539522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5595254169827539522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5595254169827539522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5595254169827539522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-things-unsaid.html' title='All the things unsaid'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5638100727132038713</id><published>2009-02-08T16:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:26:45.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are only words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trying to stand strong alone is shockingly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get someone to depend on is shockingly harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets too scary to think about what is at the end of the road. That is when I throw myself blindly into the dark unknown with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my eyes wide open, fingers reaching out and Confidence tattooed over my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, fumbling along and feeling my way, seeing nothing, touching nothing and feeling nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5638100727132038713?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5638100727132038713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5638100727132038713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5638100727132038713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5638100727132038713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-stand-strong-alone-is.html' title='Words are only words.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-672554402465222438</id><published>2009-02-08T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:03:18.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'>Sticks and stones wouldn't break my bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;but you, you will. Oh yes you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-672554402465222438?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/672554402465222438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=672554402465222438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/672554402465222438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/672554402465222438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/02/sticks-and-stones-wouldnt-break-my.html' title='Sticks and stones wouldn&apos;t break my bones'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-4395322356233095365</id><published>2009-01-21T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:44:35.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its the third week of school, and already I'm being snowed under. I really don't know how I'm going to make it through this semester and score all As and Bs and pull up my GPA by at least a 0.3. Omgomg I want to graduate with honors please please please God. Okay I WILL make it through this sem and I WILL score all As and Bs and I WILL pull up my GPA by at least a 0.25 (haha yes I'm a wussy I know), I will I will I will. Okay yay go me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4395322356233095365?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4395322356233095365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4395322356233095365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4395322356233095365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4395322356233095365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-third-week-of-school-and-already-im.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-721752842674953394</id><published>2009-01-12T21:33:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:31:51.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Sempre e per sempre(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm now waiting for B2's call to discuss our attendance at tmr's cheerleading preview, so I thought I'll post some long over-due photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;2nd Anniversary Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei and I had our 2nd anniversary dinner after my exams, on the 26th of November. We went to Otto Ristorante, a cozy little place situated in Red Dot Traffic Building. The service was good, the staff really there friendly.(: Oh and the food - AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First up - slow cook egg and taleggio fondue. (There was actually another appetizer before this, but sadly no pictures. Heh.) Okay the fondue. Oh gosh the fondue. It was rich and creamy and absolute yum. Ah, my kind of food.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtWQdsNL-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/DeBulxIQNwc/s1600-h/301-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtWQdsNL-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/DeBulxIQNwc/s320/301-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290417028124717026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and you see the brown flakes on top of the egg? Those are truffles. Delish, but freakingly expensive. We only had a total of about 5grams? of truffle shavings throughout the meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next was supposed to be our pasta and risotto, but the chef is such an adorable sweetheart (he's rather short and round, haha), and he gave us complementary freshwater oysters and scallops that simply Melt. In. Your. Mouth. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;soo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not kidding. They're really the BEST scallops I've ever eaten. Oh YUMSTERS. Unfortunately, we only took photos of the oyster. Here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtYIbvAVrI/AAAAAAAAAds/cGo7FZ0Fh9E/s1600-h/298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtYIbvAVrI/AAAAAAAAAds/cGo7FZ0Fh9E/s320/298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290419089183889074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then came the pasta and risotto. The pasta was really flat and thin, it was like asian fusion. They both had creamy sauce too. Wei commented that the night's dishes seemingly revolve around cream, but that's because he knows of my love for rich food.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtaIjUyPQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Zzt1TQbRUSI/s1600-h/304-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtaIjUyPQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Zzt1TQbRUSI/s320/304-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290421290244652290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that was real good cod fish with, as usual, creamy, awesome, fantabulous sauce. Seriously to die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtbA5zs3pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/v03tV7JvM8Y/s1600-h/305-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtbA5zs3pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/v03tV7JvM8Y/s320/305-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422258352578194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before dessert, Paulo the maître d' showed us the truffles up close and personal. Apparently truffles have genders. The ones that are closed up like a knob are females, and the ones that are open are males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtcYWmkn_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AnoJTxBCKyI/s1600-h/331-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtcYWmkn_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AnoJTxBCKyI/s320/331-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290423760730759154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that was close to about a thousand (over a thousand?) dollars sitting on our table. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dessert, and theme of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdNFJb9HI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NmchSvNwNsk/s1600-h/308-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdNFJb9HI/AAAAAAAAAeM/NmchSvNwNsk/s320/308-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290424666578220146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdbzuTZbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_WytCcCJ4YI/s1600-h/313-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdbzuTZbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_WytCcCJ4YI/s320/313-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290424919599048114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, creme brulee.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdsBE1YXI/AAAAAAAAAec/DmGfjpfDiao/s1600-h/318-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdsBE1YXI/AAAAAAAAAec/DmGfjpfDiao/s320/318-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425198061117810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vanilla beans at the bottom! Happy sight, happy sight. Haha! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdsjmCNGI/AAAAAAAAAek/v3EDsolHWWc/s1600-h/327-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtdsjmCNGI/AAAAAAAAAek/v3EDsolHWWc/s320/327-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425207327175778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Champagne and dessert wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtegl0rwxI/AAAAAAAAAes/ToLkJb51OyY/s1600-h/323-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtegl0rwxI/AAAAAAAAAes/ToLkJb51OyY/s320/323-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290426101278688018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interior of Otto. Nice ambiance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtfJ-BgTzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8ZOXXsZEEd8/s1600-h/330-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtfJ-BgTzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/8ZOXXsZEEd8/s320/330-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290426812149550898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that concludes our dinner.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtff9A-WLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_2aZcHtNic8/s1600-h/307-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtff9A-WLI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_2aZcHtNic8/s320/307-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290427189836011698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amore magico sempre e per sempre, my love. Aye, forever and ever &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-721752842674953394?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/721752842674953394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=721752842674953394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/721752842674953394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/721752842674953394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/01/sempre-e-per-sempre.html' title='Sempre e per sempre(:'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SWtWQdsNL-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/DeBulxIQNwc/s72-c/301-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-4197262577715315511</id><published>2009-01-01T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:04:07.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>Its 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last day of 2008 saw me in my very first car accident. It wasn't that serious, really, but it was enough to leave me traumatized and shaking. I'm trying to tell myself it all happened in 2008 and it isn't an omen or whatever, but its quite hard to put at the back of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, its the start of another year, and I only hope for better things to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;New years eve at Wei's was not too bad, despite whatever happened. I'm really, really thankful that my two lovely babies were there at the party to hold and comfort me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I LOVE YOU, BABIES!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am also reminded again how big a part Wei is in my life. I doubt I'll ever stop shaking if he wasn't there to dry my tears, to hug and hold and comfort me. I love you, sweetheart, and I'm ever so grateful and thankful for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to the other sweethearts at the party who tried their best to comfort me and withstood my cursing and swearing, thank you thank you thank you. My new years eve was great because of all of you. Thank you.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrighty that's all. I have 3 new year resolutions I intend to keep. 2009 has better be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4197262577715315511?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4197262577715315511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4197262577715315511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4197262577715315511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4197262577715315511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-2009.html' title='Its 2009!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5980804544106613186</id><published>2008-12-19T17:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:17:59.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>I'm back from Kimchi Land, folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I got back from Korea late Wednesday night. It was quite a hell of a trip, though I was a lil miffed that it wasn't cold enough to snow. It only rained.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I suppose I'll be massively adding photos of the anniversary dinner with Wei, some photos from the trip to Korea, my birthday flowers (Rae's HUGE-ass one that totally trumped Wei's and left him dumbfounded, haha. I love you babies!!&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;), and my birthday lunch with Wei tomorrow. We're going to this apparently fantabulous Jap place. Woots!&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and I would like to thank everyone who wished me happy birthday.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; I'm really sorry I didn't manage to say thank you to everyone on my birthday, cos I left my phone in good ol' Singapore, and I didn't have internet connection in Korea. You have all been really, really sweet and I absolutely love all of you to bits.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; TO BITS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and last night was a blast, oh my dear god. On hindsight, I suppose I might have appeared to be quite an... avid eater, seeing how I was the only female among the 4 other males present. But holy guacamole was it fun. I never had a table assembled with food, and have Andrew take a picture of the table before sitting down and proceeding to clean up the plates within what? 2 hours? Haha. Geez man. Maybe Andrew will upload the before and after shots. We had the uncles and aunties so amazed I was surprised they didn't loose their footing and fall over Wilfred while trying to take a closer look, and land face down in the bowl of beef noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrights, time for work. Catch y'all later. Bye!&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5980804544106613186?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5980804544106613186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5980804544106613186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5980804544106613186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5980804544106613186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-from-kimchi-land-folks.html' title='I&apos;m back from Kimchi Land, folks!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-4774085858422270670</id><published>2008-12-04T19:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:50:33.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, finals ended a week ago. The past week have been great, especially with rainy weather and lazy days in between. Let's see. There was our anniversary dinner at Otto which was SUPERB I tell you. Pure awesomeness:D The ambiance was lovely, and there was excellent service. I shall upload the photos when I get them from Wei, yes? Well, there are actually not many, cos we're really quite bad at remembering to take photos before we dig into the courses, haha. Oh but here's the menu for that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/STe_wvywpII/AAAAAAAAAdc/XeSB0gUHxuI/s1600-h/le+menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/STe_wvywpII/AAAAAAAAAdc/XeSB0gUHxuI/s320/le+menu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275896332671820930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YUMSTERS. Oh and I had the BEST scallops ever, with the chef's compliments. It actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Gosh. But that's for another time.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrights. Apart from that there were trips to the library, vivo with B2, and movies, movies, movies. Oh and I met Lijuan and Michelle, how cool is that? Its really quite exciting seeing Lijuan, I haven't seen her since OLevels! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and when I get bored lazing around there's always this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/STe_fkj4BGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NO2iMpS5V6c/s1600-h/PC030594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/STe_fkj4BGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NO2iMpS5V6c/s320/PC030594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275896037598823522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to look at and admire. So pretty right! Haha. I love my pink fishball toes. I really should go for more pedicures in the future. Yay!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a side note, I should keep in mind that reading parts of a book would suffice for bedtime reading. I really should start sleeping earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just to be on the safe side, I think I am going to start bedtime readings earlier, so that in the event that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; read from start to finish, I wouldn't go to bed at 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4774085858422270670?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4774085858422270670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4774085858422270670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4774085858422270670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4774085858422270670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-finals-have-ended-one-week-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_tsKKSs1E0m0/STe_wvywpII/AAAAAAAAAdc/XeSB0gUHxuI/s72-c/le+menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-8360078354296353608</id><published>2008-11-17T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:42:50.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>To Wei, with ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you for being here with me, sweetheart.  These 24 months have been a blast, and it just wouldn't be the same without you, standing steadfastly by my side, holding my hand and holding me close, guiding me and looking out for me every step of the way. I really hope that I've given you as much joy as you have given me, my dear, for this love - it is simply incredible and it anchors me in a way I can never possibly imagine. I know this is all getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;a tad old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, but yer know, sometimes 3 words just don't cut it - they ain't enough. So well that's me, saying Happy 24th, Sweetheart, and I'm so glad to have you, Bestfriend.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P/S: I hope you had a great 80minutes today.(: When we're richer we'll do this more often, yes? Haha. Can't wait for the dinner on the 26th! *beams*(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8360078354296353608?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8360078354296353608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8360078354296353608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8360078354296353608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8360078354296353608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-wei.html' title='To Wei, with ♥'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-7249833051528286872</id><published>2008-11-12T23:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:39:28.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got home from Carl's Junior and bnj's at vivo, and my dad was watching this show on star movies - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Die Hard 2: Die Harder&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha!! I apologize to all die hard fans out there (haha), but you've gotta admit, that was pretty funny. Lol. In fact, the funniest thing I've heard since Wei told me stories from... this old movie which name I can't remember right now but its pretty funny. I'll ask him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But anyway, haha. It was so precious I just had to jot it down somewhere. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7249833051528286872?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7249833051528286872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7249833051528286872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7249833051528286872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7249833051528286872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/11/die-hard.html' title='Die Hard!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2342987158314012670</id><published>2008-11-12T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:09:17.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, je suis panicking un peu. Il est deux heure moins le quart de après-midi. Le temps officielle est treize heure quarante-cinq. Oh la la, il est treize heure quarante-neuf maintenant. Ah, c'est vite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;J'ai étudié quatre unité de la leçons françaises, et j'ai une unité left. Il est le passé composé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A trois heure de après-midi (quinze heure), je vais partir pour l'université. Je me prepare already, et j'ai pris mon dejéuner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes! Hier, je suis allée chez mon petit ami. He made mushroom cream pasta. Il est super! J'aime beaucoup mon petit ami.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D'accord, I will stop here. Je ne éctris pas. Je me souhaiter tout the best. Souhaitez-moi bon examen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Urgh, je feel malade. Je pense il va continuer jusqu'à la fin de l'examen. Quelque'un save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2342987158314012670?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2342987158314012670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2342987158314012670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2342987158314012670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2342987158314012670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiens.html' title='Tiens!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-467100524200689051</id><published>2008-11-04T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:24:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'll be spending a week of my december hols exploring Korea. Seoul, to be exact. I think. Heh! Anyway, it would be my second time spending my birthday overseas and I'm uh, experiencing some conflicting, mixed-up emotions about that. It really feels kinda weird, but then again, as BM212 consumer behaviour teaches us, dissonance always makes people feel weird and.. disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kay I shall put the hols and whatever it would bring firmly at the back of my head for now. Lecture notes are beckoning, and I will turn in earli&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt; today, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-467100524200689051?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/467100524200689051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=467100524200689051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/467100524200689051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/467100524200689051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-ill-be-spending-week-of-my-december.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1769826644442285208</id><published>2008-11-02T13:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:21:15.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Coffee ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; felt like one of those pre-uni and pre-ns days yesterday, when there was no work, no deployments, no bitchy bosses, no projects and assignments and tests to lose sleep over. Leisurely days. Cosy days. Lazy, laaaaaazy days spent at one of our favourite hang-out places by the sea. I sure am looking forward to such days again after exams. &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1E8wODkQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XnI5AGcNiFc/s1600-h/Photo0502-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1E8wODkQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XnI5AGcNiFc/s320/Photo0502-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939349992673538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1E9Cyv_wI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gXjNpbtHyfg/s1600-h/Photo0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1E9Cyv_wI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gXjNpbtHyfg/s320/Photo0503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263939354978418434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1FxTjcouI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GNEt1Vd5nDo/s1600-h/Photo0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1FxTjcouI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GNEt1Vd5nDo/s320/Photo0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263940252830835426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha! The boy's funny like that. He's adorable. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm determined to be productive today. I will start on my final Communication Management individual presentation and revise data analysis for Research Methods. I will start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;, since its already almost 2pm now and I have work at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I should really start thinking about sleeping early too. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1769826644442285208?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1769826644442285208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1769826644442285208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1769826644442285208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1769826644442285208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffee.html' title='Coffee ♥'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SQ1E8wODkQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XnI5AGcNiFc/s72-c/Photo0502-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-7748665593624749047</id><published>2008-10-21T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:16:21.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>To Rae:</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told you that I fell hopelessly in love with you from the moment you shared your food with everyone else before you ate? (and thereafter I swore that I would love you forever and ever to the end my life, haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it would be too far-fetched and altogether unrealistic of me to tell you don't be too disappointed or heartbroken or cynical or jaded, love, because well, life's like that. But just know that you'll always be our big-hearted Rae no matter what - mine, Kenn's, Wei's, Farand's, Jon's, Cass's, BE's, Ah Fat's, and the so many other people whose lives you touched, 'cos its simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be brave, Rachel dear.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Our AB213 tutor took ah fat to be a smoker today. You should have seen the look on ah fat's face, haha damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7748665593624749047?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7748665593624749047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7748665593624749047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7748665593624749047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7748665593624749047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-rae.html' title='To Rae:'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-4223446758889931047</id><published>2008-10-20T12:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:27:14.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'>Random post of the day.</title><content type='html'>Wei's valentine's day gift last year! Yay finally, haha. I wanted to take a picture of it before I gave it to him, but I finished the pillow just minutes before I was supposed to meet him and I was rushing. And after that I keep forgetting to snap a picture of it, until he decided that the pillow would cheer me up on some of my particularly bad days (which, by the way, are increasing at an alarming rate) and left it with gueh jing (chicken essence) and an adorable dog soft toy and a sweet note by my bedside one morning, so that that was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes - the paper bag was really huge. So basically the pillow's in my care now and I get to take as many pictures of it as I want!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here goes. Presenting: the present that I'm most proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA200533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA200533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Close-up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA200532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA200532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I almost died sewing on the 30 squares, but I think its all worth it. I blanket-stitched (don't know what you call that stitch but I call it blanket stitch, heh) each square individually, and I think they look so adorable, like a baby's blankie.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I'm also proud of the bear I made for Wei, but that was with JunFeng's help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The many things that are sitting on my bed so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA200531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA200531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been procrastinating clearing them out for years now. Some of them are really old, but then each and every single one has its own story and means something to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well. Maybe I'll start clearing stuff after exams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4223446758889931047?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4223446758889931047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4223446758889931047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4223446758889931047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4223446758889931047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-post-of-day.html' title='Random post of the day.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/th_PA200533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-7400506147025134326</id><published>2008-10-18T13:29:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:38:14.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon, on all accounts, was a bad afternoon. I possibly gave the worse presentation ever in my entire life, and I had a hard time trying to differentiate my french tenses. On top of that, my feet were aching, because they were stuck in a pair of killer heels the whole day. I swear I'm never ever going to wear those pair of heels again, unless (a) I brought along a change of shoes, or (b) if I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, however, was a totally different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, dinner at Sourpuss. Yay I like.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0479-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0479-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0477-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0477-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0476-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0476-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei's camera shy. Haha! He's adorable &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing Masala Fish and Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0487-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0487-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumsters. And oh. It just got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0491-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0491-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where? Max Brenner's! This is Wei's yummy chocolate + shot of expresso + Irish Cream. Amazing I tell you. You can actually feel the rush vrooom down your throat. Mmmmmm. Oh and we met Jean there too!&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0495-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0495-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souffle! Love the little chocolate balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0492-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0492-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick, warm dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0501-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0501-1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, 'tis happiness in a cup. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; Yay for HugMugs! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the resolution of the photos is horrid, but I tried my best! I think I should start bringing along my digicam, instead of using my camera phone though. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this basically sums up my whole Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA180529-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/PA180529-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 23rd, my babylove! I'm ever so glad to have you. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0480-1-3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/Photo0480-1-3-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7400506147025134326?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7400506147025134326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7400506147025134326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7400506147025134326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7400506147025134326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h320/cynong/Cyn%20and%20Wei/th_Photo0479-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-7356210351412099099</id><published>2008-10-07T21:01:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:32:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age of Food has Come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, indeed it has.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theageoffood.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Colosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theageoffood.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Colosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;[co-lo-so]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:century gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Reinvention of Parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The brainchild of three lovely, passionate young men with a whole load of creativity and fun, and a genuine love for good food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;Specialty hotdogs personally prepared, with premium sausages topped with the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; condiments, fresh and home-made. Classy canapés and Hors d'Oeuvres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An in-house hot-dog bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A thoroughly unique experience, tailored to suit your senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, ladies and gentlemen,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theageoffood.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Colosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Farand, I love the site!&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7356210351412099099?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7356210351412099099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7356210351412099099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7356210351412099099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7356210351412099099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/10/age-of-food-has-come.html' title='The Age of Food has Come.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-9170005585172986955</id><published>2008-10-02T23:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:18:56.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>"And I've got kisses too."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you, sweetheart, my baby love, my sweetest kiss. My sunshine and starlight, my silver moon and rainbow skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;As the world keeps spinning round, you hold me right here right now&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-9170005585172986955?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/9170005585172986955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=9170005585172986955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/9170005585172986955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/9170005585172986955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-ive-got-kisses-too.html' title='&quot;And I&apos;ve got kisses too.&quot;'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-87386617122049157</id><published>2008-10-01T21:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:41:08.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>Friends, like Sunshine  ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know there are some friends whom you don't see very often (say once every 2 years), but when you do see them, they just simply light you up so bright inside and make you feel all happy and warm and fuzzy all over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm glad I have friends like that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S: Js I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; catch up with you! I didn't even knew you were attached!! *smacks self in the head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/P/S: I'm feeling so happy right now I'm going to tell a secret I've been harboring inside me all this while. I have this mental list of the people I want as my future bridesmaids, and all of you are in the list. You know who you all are. (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-87386617122049157?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/87386617122049157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=87386617122049157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/87386617122049157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/87386617122049157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-world-keeps-spinning-round-you-hold.html' title='Friends, like Sunshine  ♥'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-131887584430455852</id><published>2008-09-29T01:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:21:06.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unbeknownst to myself, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, did it drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-131887584430455852?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/131887584430455852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=131887584430455852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/131887584430455852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/131887584430455852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-pulled-blinds-and-listened-to.html' title='She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6061308562472176829</id><published>2008-09-27T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:49:37.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUR.'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm MOTHERRRRRRRRR pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I am in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; destructive mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6061308562472176829?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6061308562472176829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6061308562472176829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6061308562472176829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6061308562472176829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/ultimate-loser.html' title='The Ultimate Loser'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1580068936234253127</id><published>2008-09-24T13:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:29:26.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Rae dearest!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remembered you told me its 13 hours behind time in the US, so I guess it should be about 8 minutes after 12am there now. I just wanted to say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday, Rae baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And that I miss you shitloads and shitloads and shitloads and shitloads and shitloads. I know it has been 2 months since you've left for Illinois and I should be used to it by now, but I still go around thinking "Okay this is so Rae" or "Rachel will find this funny" or "If only Rae was here".): Oh wells. December will come soon, I guess. We'll celebrate your birthday then, okay?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights that's all for now. I hope you're doing fine over there! Once again, Happy 20th, my dearest girl. I Love you!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1580068936234253127?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1580068936234253127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1580068936234253127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1580068936234253127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1580068936234253127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-rae-dearest.html' title='Happy Birthday, Rae dearest!(:'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6245691877545235043</id><published>2008-09-17T02:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:39:49.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'>Would you stay, keep this evening warm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As soon as I heard your voice, I wanted to reach over the line, over land and ocean and grab you, hold you, touch you. I want to know that it is real, that it is your voice that I hear, that it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I know its dumb. It has only been 5 mere days without you. 5 days of not hearing your voice, of not holding your hand. 5 days of not seeing that adorable, earnest baby face that tugs at my heart everytime, making it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt; thumpity thump thump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. 5 days too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It has not been an entirely good day today, and its times like these that I need you, and miss you even more. I want to find comfort in the familiarity that only you can give. I want to cuddle up and feel all snug and cozy again, like a warm hug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As always, the extent of just how much I'm missing you came to me as a shock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy 22nd, love. Oh Friday please please please be quick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6245691877545235043?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6245691877545235043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6245691877545235043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6245691877545235043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6245691877545235043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/would-you-stay-keep-this-evening-warm.html' title='Would you stay, keep this evening warm?'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3600323060977762715</id><published>2008-09-16T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:53:41.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 more days. Come back soon, love. I miss you.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3600323060977762715?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3600323060977762715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3600323060977762715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3600323060977762715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3600323060977762715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2813139138728730013</id><published>2008-09-13T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:47:46.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, B2 and I raided Far East. We spent 6 hours there, and I blew nearly a hundred bucks. Hur. It would be a long long time before I go shopping again. Oh wells. It was fun while it lasted!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a side note, Wei left for Hanoi this morning.): Sigh. This week's gonna be long indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2813139138728730013?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2813139138728730013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2813139138728730013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2813139138728730013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2813139138728730013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-b2-and-i-raided-far-east.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6763636917093299833</id><published>2008-09-09T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:22:36.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Owned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the past week it has been School: 7, Cynthia: 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. I can't wait for recess week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6763636917093299833?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6763636917093299833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6763636917093299833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6763636917093299833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6763636917093299833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/09/owned.html' title='Owned.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1714922056315886533</id><published>2008-08-28T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:07:33.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'>"Will you hibernate with me?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, if only I could spend every waking moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1714922056315886533?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1714922056315886533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1714922056315886533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1714922056315886533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1714922056315886533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-you-hibernate-with-me.html' title='&quot;Will you hibernate with me?&quot;'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3815003723770560383</id><published>2008-08-24T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:11:30.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling exceptionally lazy today.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh! I've gotten a laptop skin for my laptop! Its looking super uber pretty and I can't wait to show it off. I'll put a picture up as soon as I'm not feeling lazy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I shall aim to finish more work before ICC later. Yay ice cream!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I still don't know what to do for my BM212 consumer behaviour assignment! Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/P/S: I have this sudden urge to bake and make cookies and cupcakes and canapes. Must be the cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3815003723770560383?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3815003723770560383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3815003723770560383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3815003723770560383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3815003723770560383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-feeling-exceptionally-lazy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5912386285921606904</id><published>2008-08-13T01:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:49:18.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'>My rainbow skies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm missing you real bad. I know its ridiculous; it has only been a day. I think I'm entirely way way wayy too dependent, but telling myself "No more Wei" just threatens to bring on a massive panic attack. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have I told you? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm so glad it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5912386285921606904?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5912386285921606904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5912386285921606904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5912386285921606904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5912386285921606904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-missing-you-real-bad.html' title='My rainbow skies.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-9106397833959456154</id><published>2008-08-08T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:17:01.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Shoes!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've finally bought the pair of office wear aka f-me heels I've been eyeing for quite some time yesterday! And in the process, I acquired for myself yet another pair of heels, courtesy of Wei.(: To top it all up, I thoroughly enjoyed the short-but-great us-time spent together. I swear, a girl can't get any happier than this. *beams* (:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a side note, I am currently shedding like a cobra. So now besides having an uber uber ugly tan line(s), I not only have uglyugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; shoulders that makes me appear disease-ridden, but also itchy-like-hell shoulders, prompting constant scratching throughout 2 hour lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-9106397833959456154?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/9106397833959456154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=9106397833959456154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/9106397833959456154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/9106397833959456154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/08/shoes.html' title='Shoes!(:'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3580958500573697684</id><published>2008-08-05T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:22:04.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hall life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I'm a spoilt brat and too princessy for my own good, but I just can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay that's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, hall 9 orientation was a blast. I'm so so so so so so so super duper glad my freshies are all so enthusiastic and fun-lovin and bonded. They're definintely NOT weird like someone said they were okay! OKAY! You hear me? I repeat, they're not weird!!!!! They are the best freshies any GL can ask for. But then, if they are weird then so be it. Their GLs are weird too! We the Weird People who won best OG rock! Woohooo Oden! GO ODEN GO!! GO FIGHT WIN! *pumps fist into the air* WOOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay enough of zi high. On a sadder note, Rae Baby left for US already.):):): No more Rae Baby to accompany me, to talk to me, bitch and gossip with me and make me laugh. No more Rae Baby for me to confide in. You know, I so so badly want to tell you please stay, don't go, but that would be much too selfish of me, so I'll tell you to go with all my blessings and well-wishes, to please please please keep safe and have fun and experience all there is to experience in the US. 5 months will pass by quickly, but in the meantime I'll miss you truckloads and shitloads. I love you girl!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SJfwmEdL24I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0QPmFqUMATU/s1600-h/Photo0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230914029035969410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SJfwmEdL24I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0QPmFqUMATU/s320/Photo0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrights time to do my assignment now. I have to hand it in in school by 5pm today. Its only the 2nd day of school, wth. Oh wells. BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3580958500573697684?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3580958500573697684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3580958500573697684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3580958500573697684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3580958500573697684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-im-spoilt-brat-and-too-princessy.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SJfwmEdL24I/AAAAAAAAAUU/0QPmFqUMATU/s72-c/Photo0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-1721915107773205682</id><published>2008-07-21T15:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:54:53.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose-tinted glasses'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its pouring outside, and there's quite a stiff wind blowing. A lovely day to cuddle up in bed, hide under the covers. A perfect day to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has never strike me so deep that anyone I hold so dear can, and will be gone, one day, someday. Poof. Gone. Vanish, just like that. I wonder what I'll do without them. I wonder what I'll be without Wei by my side, constantly nagging and scolding and chastising me, teasing, laughing with and at me, pampering me and spoiling me rotten. Loving me. I could make a guess, I suppose, but it honestly isn't that hard. I'll most certainly be lost without Wei, without the silly goose of a boy for me to love and tickle and tease and cuddle and love and irritate and smell and hug and binge and quarrel and share my every moment with. And love, always Love. Just for the record, I don't think I've ever loved anyone so deeply before, and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I am at home, half an hour before I'm scheduled for work, with the rain pelting down and my windows wide open, thanking my lucky stars that you are near me, that you are safe and sound, that I'll get to kiss you and hug you when see you tomorrow night for dinner with people we love, that you're not on any deployment or whatnot overseas in jungles far away or at sea. Those whatnots that are in fact dangerous but made not so, because so many boys have gone through them so many times and turned up safe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;save a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I know I sound selfish and terrible and a horrid girl altogether, but the truth is that life isn't fair, and sometimes it simply scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1721915107773205682?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1721915107773205682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1721915107773205682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1721915107773205682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1721915107773205682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-pouring-outside-and-theres-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8965977811019654749</id><published>2008-07-20T11:50:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:43:53.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Ain't no love like ice cream and daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SIK4WJdVBRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/WrDlpckHzIQ/s1600-h/Photo0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224941208338760978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SIK4WJdVBRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/WrDlpckHzIQ/s320/Photo0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy belated belated belated 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, sweetheart! Thank you for standing by me all this while, love. You're my rainbow skies, the sunlight through my window, my Shin duck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soba&lt;/span&gt;. I love you, and God only knows what I'll be without you.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I received my first pay at Ice Cream Chefs yesterday! *beams* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span align="centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists:&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span align="centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span align="centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span align="centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span align="centre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8965977811019654749?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8965977811019654749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8965977811019654749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8965977811019654749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8965977811019654749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/07/aint-no-love-like-ice-cream-and-daises.html' title='Ain&apos;t no love like ice cream and daisies'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SIK4WJdVBRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/WrDlpckHzIQ/s72-c/Photo0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-1265942137582568557</id><published>2008-07-16T23:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:52:39.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Shin Kushiya!(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinner at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.shinkushiya.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;SHIN KUSHIYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was absolutely, absolutely fabulous. I know Rae raved about it in her blog already, but I've got to rave about it still! I love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Horenso salad&lt;/span&gt; (spinach with bacon and garlic chips tossed with soy dressing), and how the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Osen Tamago&lt;/span&gt; (lightly-poached egg served chilled in a bonito broth) was so good chilled. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sashimi&lt;/span&gt; was so super fresh; apparently the prawns were so good they made Farand's eyes disappear in appreciation, haha! Their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yakimono&lt;/span&gt; was excellent too, but that's what they specialize in. I love love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how they do it, but the mushrooms were still fat and juicy and tender even though they were charcoal- grilled. Just absolutely makes me feel like bouncing around. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mozzarella  cheese wrapped in bacon&lt;/span&gt; was super super amazing too! Ahhh!!! And oh, ohmygod, behold the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonsei Inaniwa Udon&lt;/span&gt;, aka &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Duck Soba&lt;/span&gt;. The duck broth was ex-ce-llent and -get this- the flat noodles just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;slides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; down your throat. And its chilled. Chilled!! Ughh. *spasms and dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I hoped Rae you enjoyed it, cos I certainly did. Haha!(: I'm gonna miss you badly when you go to the US. Oh wells. I'll just have to survive a whole sem without you and then I'll have you back!!:D And we'll go eat at Shin again!!:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay no more of this. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1265942137582568557?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1265942137582568557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1265942137582568557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1265942137582568557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1265942137582568557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/07/shin-kushiya.html' title='Shin Kushiya!(:'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8870089438117677502</id><published>2008-07-13T18:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:40:11.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love love pan-fried dory. I'm really glad my boyfriend knows how to cook!(: MOS was fun, but really quite tiring. Alrights, I should be heading off to Ice Cream Chef's real soon. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait for Tuesday!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For ice cream lovers (and especially those who stay in the east), please click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a face="arial" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.icecreamchefs.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and take a look. We do parties and events too! Please visit!(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8870089438117677502?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8870089438117677502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8870089438117677502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8870089438117677502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8870089438117677502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-love-pan-fried-dory.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-7335274134659008218</id><published>2008-07-05T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:12:01.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities makes emotional idiots of us all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know, I would put the world on hold for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7335274134659008218?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7335274134659008218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7335274134659008218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7335274134659008218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7335274134659008218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/07/priorities-makes-emotional-idiots-of-us.html' title='Priorities makes emotional idiots of us all.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-4598373453121461989</id><published>2008-06-30T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:12:13.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Short + Sweet.(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; time yesterday.(: It has been such a long time since I've actually dressed up for a date, haha. Dinner at SourPuss was great. They had food and service down to pat, and the ambiance was just simply lovely. If it wasn't for the play, I really wouldn't mind sitting there, relaxing and just enjoying Wei's company.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah, the play. Awesome stuff, the play. It was simply so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;delightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, the storylines and the acting, that I think I was smiling throughout the 2 hours. The balloons, the balloons! Haha! What a nice way to end the gala finals. Thanks for the tickets, John! You've got to buy extra tickets next year again, yes?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy happy girl.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting so happy typing this and remembering yesterday that I feel like giving my sweetheart a big hug now. Haroww Weiwei! *Huggggggs*:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4598373453121461989?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4598373453121461989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4598373453121461989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4598373453121461989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4598373453121461989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-sweet.html' title='Short + Sweet.(:'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-7053688086507939103</id><published>2008-06-27T18:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:42:21.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><title type='text'>Cheesecake, cheesecake, cheesecake..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/cafe_oliv/"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of Cafe Oliv makes me a happy, happy girl.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm hungry and I have a sudden huge craving for rich, creamy and real good cheesecake. Oh and the really delightful coconut tempura prawns at Flutes at the Fort.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7053688086507939103?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7053688086507939103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7053688086507939103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7053688086507939103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7053688086507939103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheesecake-cheesecake-cheesecake.html' title='Cheesecake, cheesecake, cheesecake..'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1726842978991535239</id><published>2008-06-24T02:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:00:18.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose-tinted glasses'/><title type='text'>-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm half-starved. I love my books. I'll lose myself in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I still believe my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But sometimes I feel too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I make believe you're close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But it ain't close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not nearly close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1726842978991535239?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1726842978991535239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1726842978991535239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1726842978991535239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1726842978991535239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/starved.html' title='-.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2340924234353410773</id><published>2008-06-20T00:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:25:56.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Champagne bubbles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've decided to succumb to the lure of chick lit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Bergdorf Blondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (has been around since years ago; there was much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; eyeballing involved in Borders and various libraries) is indeed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="FR" &gt;très&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="FR" &gt;très&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;funny. It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. In fact, c'est absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; brillant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, as well as the most light-hearted read I've had in a long time.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went shopping with David today, and bought a darling of a top. Quite possibly the most darling top I have up-to-date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm all tired out from tennis with Wei and brothers, so I'm gonna hit the sack now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonne nuit&lt;/span&gt;.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2340924234353410773?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2340924234353410773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2340924234353410773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2340924234353410773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2340924234353410773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/champagne-bubbles.html' title='Champagne bubbles.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-914283355999878938</id><published>2008-06-16T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:26:07.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marketing it is, then. Boy oh boy I can't wait for StewHaus tomorrow!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-914283355999878938?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/914283355999878938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=914283355999878938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/914283355999878938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/914283355999878938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/marketing-it-is-then.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-7590241320982854311</id><published>2008-06-15T01:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:12:53.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bittersweet. Bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet. Bittersweet is good, all good. Funny, but you somehow always appear at the most unexpected moments, at places unthought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite a rocky start, today ended up wonderful.(: Okay, I'm more than ready to crash now, aha. Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So glad it was you.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7590241320982854311?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7590241320982854311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7590241320982854311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7590241320982854311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7590241320982854311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/bittersweet.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-349894427883252075</id><published>2008-06-13T12:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:11:03.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>Obolo crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.obolo.com.sg/"&gt;OBOLO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rae and I skipped dinner yesterday and headed straight to Obolo's. I had my macarons and I'm glad I substituted my Rose for Vanille, cos now I have a new favourite!(:(: The New York Cheesecake Rae and I shared was awesome too! The strawberries look really, really pretty, and the cheesecake was sooo rich. Better than Cheesecake Cafe's, methinks! Oh I also took away a glass of Verrine, cos -guess what?- I get to keep the glass if I take the whole thing home! The glass was so so pretty I couldn't resist. Haha. I have yet to try it, though. Layers of mousse, red berries, compote, vanilla and syrup. Pretty pretty!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-349894427883252075?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/349894427883252075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=349894427883252075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/349894427883252075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/349894427883252075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/obolo-crazy.html' title='Obolo crazy!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3183486609297827592</id><published>2008-06-09T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:45:16.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose-tinted glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr BG'/><title type='text'>Some things never change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess once in a while, people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to be reminded how it is like to be young and cute again. Yer know, all that dreams and scooby doo stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3183486609297827592?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3183486609297827592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3183486609297827592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3183486609297827592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3183486609297827592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-179372359834733218</id><published>2008-06-08T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:09:42.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a couch potato.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still abit dazed right now, having just finished my book. Anyway, no more hall for me next sem. No more cheering either.): I'll really miss both, especially cheer. I really wanted to do my front tuck!): Ah wells. Results were out 3 days ago. Not good, not good. Mummy and daddy went holidaying in Bangkok, and I've been stuck at home these past 3 days settling meals for my brothers and getting them to sleep on time. On the bright side, I get to ask Wei to help me out and bring us all out for dinner.(: Kenny Roger's chicken is good, and so is Bailey's Mint Chocolate Irish Cream. Wii was fun with YiLing, Jasper and Jeremy, and pool, CafeBar, bitching and catching up with Tze Yang was great too. And when I get tired of Hell's Kitchen, Ugly Betty, korean dramas and mini online games, I'll still have my books. Coming to think of it, once you take out all the boring bits, the life of a couch potato is actually pretty great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kay now I'm off to chill out with Olivia Ong. Bye!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-179372359834733218?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/179372359834733218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=179372359834733218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/179372359834733218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/179372359834733218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-of-couch-potato.html' title='The life of a couch potato.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8284627122884868472</id><published>2008-06-02T20:31:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T03:29:33.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>Bintan pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey ho! I know I've been procrastinating, but blogger is so slow! Anyways, pictures! Pictures! Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bintan Trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUUNCGEMiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8JUHFvuo8JM/s1600-h/P5130266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207590758257013282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUUNCGEMiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8JUHFvuo8JM/s320/P5130266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;In the ferry, heading for our island retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUTtWmdVVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hYcY4G8ShIM/s1600-h/n504493208_491423_9372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207590214005773650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUTtWmdVVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/hYcY4G8ShIM/s320/n504493208_491423_9372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Our first lunch at Angsana Resort and Spa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUTgKdD6ZI/AAAAAAAAATs/g-UCuJ8MRao/s1600-h/n504493208_491426_3259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207589987406834066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUTgKdD6ZI/AAAAAAAAATs/g-UCuJ8MRao/s320/n504493208_491426_3259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;After lunch. The weather was really really great. The kind that makes you wanna just stretch out on a deck chair and spend the afternoon lazing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUTLKHDvII/AAAAAAAAATk/m9wPN4zt390/s1600-h/n504493208_491424_9886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207589626537294978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUTLKHDvII/AAAAAAAAATk/m9wPN4zt390/s320/n504493208_491424_9886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Woohoo! Perfect match, babeh! Brown rocks!(: Oh and there was this group of men, Japanese, I think. We saw them when we were having lunch, and then when we headed towards the pool we saw them stretched out on their backs on the deck chairs, already knocked out and looking remarkably like logs laid out side by side. Or perhaps, for a more appropriate er... comparison, like sausages cooking in the sun. Hehheh. But they were amusing lah, really, the cute and chubby group of men. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEYmlWDPtqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZCmg_u6J23c/s1600-h/P5130300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207892442116765346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEYmlWDPtqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZCmg_u6J23c/s320/P5130300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Our fabulous eat-in dinner. I know its only canned food, but it was a lovely and heart-warming.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUSn2ahFcI/AAAAAAAAATU/xkI7VShN_ao/s1600-h/P5130303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207589019954779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUSn2ahFcI/AAAAAAAAATU/xkI7VShN_ao/s320/P5130303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;After dinner was Spa. One thing I must say, though. It really is quite amazing how much strength the masseuse had packed in her small frame. And all of them were tiny and pint-sized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUSCtghX8I/AAAAAAAAATM/Mttil2cOMSY/s1600-h/n504493208_491429_4815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207588381908885442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUSCtghX8I/AAAAAAAAATM/Mttil2cOMSY/s320/n504493208_491429_4815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUR265r4jI/AAAAAAAAATE/EtTVhTpDhGw/s1600-h/n504493208_491431_2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207588179345662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUR265r4jI/AAAAAAAAATE/EtTVhTpDhGw/s320/n504493208_491431_2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Morning walk that turned out to be more like a Nature walk, really. But it was a really amazing experience. The guide brought us out of the resort and into the forest trails beside the resort, to the fisherman's village and then through rocks and back to the resort. We saw little chicks that were not a fluffy yellow, but black and white! Amazing, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUQ6QfdrUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gRxfgyoEMjA/s1600-h/P5140322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207587137169239362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUQ6QfdrUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gRxfgyoEMjA/s320/P5140322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Girl-bonding session over our little lunch! Unfortunately it was raining the whole day, so we didn't manage to go down to the pool. We did go for spa, though. Okay at least Joan and I did, and we had an outdoor spa experience. It really was quite therapeutic, breathing in the relaxing scent of lavender, listening to the waves whilst enjoying a massage. Oh boy I really can't wait to go back again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUQayvD3uI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0N0CM17eoFk/s1600-h/P5140326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207586596605648610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUQayvD3uI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0N0CM17eoFk/s320/P5140326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;All dressed up for our dinner reservation at Bayan Tree! It felt like a girl's night out, haha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUMxzYuATI/AAAAAAAAASs/qeHzgVVn58g/s1600-h/P5140355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207582593870856498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUMxzYuATI/AAAAAAAAASs/qeHzgVVn58g/s320/P5140355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The amazing view at Bayan Tree. There's their pool, and at the edge of the pool you get a sea view! Its like falling out of the pool into the sea, and it was really lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUKLErDCuI/AAAAAAAAASk/fjiIdNP44No/s1600-h/P5140354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207579729472981730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUKLErDCuI/AAAAAAAAASk/fjiIdNP44No/s320/P5140354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The meal was great, and I really loved my red snapper. Dessert was fab too! This is us at the restaurant, all happy and contented. Oh and did I mention they had a lovely washroom? Qixin and Joan went quite crazy over it, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guide told us we would be able to catch sunrise if we wake up early enough, and so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUJMLF1m9I/AAAAAAAAASc/GXf9_vMlx0s/s1600-h/n504493208_491446_5912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207578648864201682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUJMLF1m9I/AAAAAAAAASc/GXf9_vMlx0s/s320/n504493208_491446_5912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Beautiful beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUJKk3K0lI/AAAAAAAAASU/ASdS4mCoQZE/s1600-h/n504493208_491462_964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207578621422260818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUJKk3K0lI/AAAAAAAAASU/ASdS4mCoQZE/s320/n504493208_491462_964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The beach in the morning. A post-card worthy shot, if you ask me.&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://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUIbE3fGeI/AAAAAAAAASM/kA4QRbRgEGY/s1600-h/P5150410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207577805379803618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUIbE3fGeI/AAAAAAAAASM/kA4QRbRgEGY/s320/P5150410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I really love the way they place the towels on the deck chairs.&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://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUHisgQbMI/AAAAAAAAASE/_1zRpHSKwWg/s1600-h/P5150390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207576836767247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUHisgQbMI/AAAAAAAAASE/_1zRpHSKwWg/s320/P5150390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We were determined to get some sun, and so we hit the pool early in the morning.&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://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUGR4dqmfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uzgLmcuRdN8/s1600-h/P5150440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207575448408201714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUGR4dqmfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uzgLmcuRdN8/s320/P5150440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Breakfast! They had wonderful, wonderful jams. Qixin and Joan went crazy over their yummy dark cherry jam, and I went crazy over their strawberry jam. The sight of real strawberries in my starwberry jam just makes my day. *beams*&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://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUFgW6kLII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ez72o5vXa1Q/s1600-h/P5150458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207574597589019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUFgW6kLII/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ez72o5vXa1Q/s320/P5150458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh, we went bonkers over their muffins too, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUDknqdkxI/AAAAAAAAARs/iLMoCOwkW1E/s1600-h/P5150462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207572471781102354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUDknqdkxI/AAAAAAAAARs/iLMoCOwkW1E/s320/P5150462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Us at the entrance to the Angsana Spa and Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to pack up and leave the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUCetpMopI/AAAAAAAAARk/XjSM9MZ0TVw/s1600-h/P5150503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207571270795567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUCetpMopI/AAAAAAAAARk/XjSM9MZ0TVw/s320/P5150503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Waiting at the lobby for the bus to fetch us to the ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUAypTmqKI/AAAAAAAAARc/2Dzp7zhEhD8/s1600-h/P5150521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207569414205384866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUAypTmqKI/AAAAAAAAARc/2Dzp7zhEhD8/s320/P5150521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;On the ferry heading home. Byebye, Bintan. It was a fun trip and I'll definitely be back!(:(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8284627122884868472?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8284627122884868472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8284627122884868472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8284627122884868472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8284627122884868472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/bintan-pictures.html' title='Bintan pictures!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SEUUNCGEMiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/8JUHFvuo8JM/s72-c/P5130266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-7168039360404537542</id><published>2008-06-02T13:42:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:13:17.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s not-so-little quirks'/><title type='text'>Whattttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friend: Hey Wilson come to [insert mutual friend's name]'s birthday party k! I'll even ask my father to drive to your house to fetch you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wilson: Huh I don't think I feel like going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friend: Eh don't like that la go la go la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wilson: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend: Because I don't want to let you do assessments at home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beginning of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friend: Hey Wilson since I was the 1st in Primary 4/5 and you are the 1st in Primary 4/6, lets be best friends k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wilson: Hm alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend: Yay okay! Oh and I'm gonna be the 1st in class this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime last month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friend: Eh Wilson you're no longer the 1st in class! I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wilson: Huh really? How do you know? The results are not out yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friend: Oh I know cos I went to find Mrs Lee (form teacher) in the staff room and ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD. And these kids are only in Primary 6, omg. Un.be.lievable. I am astounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And btw, my brother still ended up being 1st in class for both years. Give up and be contented with your 2nd place, you (little) jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-7168039360404537542?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/7168039360404537542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=7168039360404537542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7168039360404537542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/7168039360404537542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/06/wth.html' title='Whattttt.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3332461359584889822</id><published>2008-05-27T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:45:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Its the second time I'm doing this. With a third party's point of view, with neither intention nor agenda, I must say that these things tend to get tiring and draining. I must not be feeling well, 'cos I feel like throwing up. I'll be sleeping early tonight. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3332461359584889822?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3332461359584889822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3332461359584889822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3332461359584889822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3332461359584889822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-second-time-im-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2945845705362406046</id><published>2008-05-26T12:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:08:46.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Of parties and balloons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR YEO XI-WEI!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll be back soon with pictures. In the meantime, je suis bien. Not that anyone asked or anything, hehh. Had a fine time catching up with Lau and Rae and I can't wait to try Ice Cream Chef's new mint chocolate ice cream. Obolo's macarons are kick-ass, YiLing I'll definitely have to bring you there soon! Oh and dance lesson (only one so far) with Wei was a blast. Cha cha cha! Hahaha.(: And I was busy at work doing Wei's scrapbook, but that's for later. Alrights world! That's all for now. Take care and au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2945845705362406046?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2945845705362406046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2945845705362406046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2945845705362406046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2945845705362406046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-parties-and-balloons.html' title='Of parties and balloons.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2235602909201021680</id><published>2008-05-18T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:09:21.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'>And I'm letting the world go by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I returned from Bintan on Thursday. Three days seem abit too short to enjoy the serenity and the beauty of the place, but I had a good time nevertheless. The service was really excellent and so refreshing, I seriously don't mind going there again soon, especially during off-peak periods. The Angsana Resort and Spa is good for the soul.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday. Yesterday at about 11.30am I finally bid goodbye to virgin hair. Actually I'm slightly regretting it now, 'cos I really love my natural hair colour. Black to some might be mundane and boring, but ah, there are shades of black too. Oh wells. I'll have it back when the colour fades, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have tons and &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt; of pictures from Bintan. It was quite delightful taking pictures, because the lighting was real good.(: I'll post them up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrights that's all, folks. Oh, and happy 18th, grouchy! I love you lots and lots.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2235602909201021680?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2235602909201021680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2235602909201021680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2235602909201021680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2235602909201021680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-im-letting-world-go-by.html' title='And I&apos;m letting the world go by'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5646734628656010351</id><published>2008-05-11T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:32:21.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s not-so-little quirks'/><title type='text'>No one is infallible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we finally meet, and I did everything wrong. I meant to be true and sincere, but it ended up being more of a testy and wary, albeit awkward, gauging of grounds. It felt like I didn't smile at all. So much for being myself. I just wished that I could... present, give myself to you and see if perhaps, you would have me. Oh &lt;em&gt;silly, silly, silly&lt;/em&gt;. But no, like Rae said, I would certainly not bash myself up over this. After all, what was, was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe its me maybe its my overactive imagination or maybe its pms, but it feels like I'm the only one in this. It feels like I'm the only over enthusiastic &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt; all geared up and excited, while the rest are stifling yawns, twiddling thumbs and grouchy with reluctance. That's just fine, &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;. I do hope I'm overreacting. Let's just see what happens come next week, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful night. Beautiful night. Remember, tonight's a beautiful night. Beautiful night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5646734628656010351?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5646734628656010351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5646734628656010351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5646734628656010351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5646734628656010351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-one-is-infallible.html' title='No one is infallible.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6974296089836307436</id><published>2008-05-09T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:32:56.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honey - Bobby Goldsboro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See the tree? how big it's grown,&lt;br /&gt;But friend, it hasn't been too long&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't big...&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at her, she got mad&lt;br /&gt;The first day that she planted it&lt;br /&gt;Was just a twig...&lt;br /&gt;Then the first snow came,&lt;br /&gt;And she ran out to brush the snow away&lt;br /&gt;So it wouldn't die...&lt;br /&gt;Came runnin' in all excited&lt;br /&gt;Slipped and almost hurt herself&lt;br /&gt;And i laughed 'til i cried...&lt;br /&gt;She was always young at heart&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dumb, and kinda smart&lt;br /&gt;And i loved her so...&lt;br /&gt;And i surprised her with a puppy,&lt;br /&gt;Kept me up all Christmas eve,&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;And it would sure embarrass her when i came in from workin' late,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i would know...&lt;br /&gt;That she'd been sittin there an' cryin',&lt;br /&gt;Over some sad and silly late, late show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Honey, i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;And i'm bein' good...&lt;br /&gt;And i'd love to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;If only i could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrecked the car, and she was sad&lt;br /&gt;And so afraid that i'd be mad,&lt;br /&gt;But, what the heck?...&lt;br /&gt;Though i pretended hard to be,&lt;br /&gt;Guess you could say she saw through me,&lt;br /&gt;And hugged my neck...&lt;br /&gt;I came home unexpectedly,&lt;br /&gt;And caught her cryin' needlessly, in the middle of the day...&lt;br /&gt;And it was in the early spring, when flowers bloom, and robins sing,&lt;br /&gt;She went away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Honey, i miss you...&lt;br /&gt;And i'm bein' good...&lt;br /&gt;And i'd love to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;If only i could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while i was not at home,&lt;br /&gt;While she was there, and all alone,&lt;br /&gt;The angels came...&lt;br /&gt;Now all i have is memories of Honey&lt;br /&gt;And i wake up nights,&lt;br /&gt;And call her name...&lt;br /&gt;Now my life's an empty stage, where Honey lived, and Honey played&lt;br /&gt;And love grew up...&lt;br /&gt;and a small cloud passes over head,&lt;br /&gt;And cries down on the flower bed that,&lt;br /&gt;Honey loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see the tree? How big it's grown,&lt;br /&gt;But, friend it hasn't been too long&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't big...&lt;br /&gt;And i laughed at her, she got mad...&lt;br /&gt;The first day that she planted it,&lt;br /&gt;Was just a twig...&lt;/span&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/3015156754556114921-6974296089836307436?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6974296089836307436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6974296089836307436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6974296089836307436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6974296089836307436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/honey-bobby-goldsboro-see-tree-how-big.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3633367673840368437</id><published>2008-05-06T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:12:07.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>And you're the perfect thing to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess its true. Its hard for her to smile and be friendly, sincerely. Sometimes I think she's built that way; built to be defensive. But then, you always knew her better than I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I had the most awesome time. Okay. Granted, it wasn't awesome throughout the day, but it was awesome enough to be really rather awesome.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I returned my keys today. If I don't get a room next sem, then I suppose today officially marks the end of my hall life. I don't feel nostalgic today, but it will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mad Jack's has the most &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; banana crumble, I swear. And although these few days seem as though there are 10 suns up there instead of a friendly Mr Golden Sun, the nights are cool enough for lovely, lovely walks in the park.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, the simple pleasures of life are good, good. I'm contented.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3633367673840368437?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3633367673840368437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3633367673840368437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3633367673840368437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3633367673840368437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-youre-perfect-thing-to-say.html' title='And you&apos;re the perfect thing to say'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-791924096991603039</id><published>2008-05-04T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:28:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jieli was telling me about Arnold's Fried Chicken, and now I have got a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; craving for KFC. Arnold's Fried Chicken does home deliveries too, and its outlets are very conveniently situated near my house. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WANT FRIED CHICKEN! I WANT FRIED CHICKEN! I WANT FRIED CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weibaby please come back quick so I can pig out at KFC! (Jieli all these calories are your fault.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SByfurBA3dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_bPNEbCwNdE/s1600-h/CHICKEN!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196203694248484306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SByfurBA3dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_bPNEbCwNdE/s400/CHICKEN!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Glorious Fried Chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-791924096991603039?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/791924096991603039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=791924096991603039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/791924096991603039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/791924096991603039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/jieli-was-telling-me-about-arnolds.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/SByfurBA3dI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_bPNEbCwNdE/s72-c/CHICKEN!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-4763457133961794704</id><published>2008-05-03T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:55:59.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bought this adorable little book from Artbox yesterday with Rae. Scheduler, it says. I've just taken it out after all the excitement from today's events died down and now I can't wait to pencil in all my appointments and notes and such! Yay so exciting!(:(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, this past week would have been &lt;em&gt;fabuleux&lt;/em&gt;, if not for &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; teenyweenylittleproblem. Yes you guessed it right - je n'a pas d'argent! Money, money, money. Ah, c'est très ennuyant! But other than that, my week was grand. I've gone shopping, met up with some of the women, people from S43, hunted for birthday presents (or parts thereof), celebrated birthdays, partially cleared my stuff from hall, had dessert at Menotti and didn't manage to get us the discount because I was so damn sure that we just needed to pay the bill after 10 to get desserts off at half price (apparently not), been to the library, borrowed a book from a little secondhand bookshop which I've always wanted to borrow books from, chilled at starbucks, and travelled all the way down to boon lay to tutor my cousin. For free. So, next up on my list: borrow and read half the books in the library, have spa sessions thrice every week, own all the pretty pretty things in Made With Love and lastly, dinner at Garibaldi's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just kidding. But sheesh I really really have got to get myself a job real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wei's coming back from his trip tmr!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4763457133961794704?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4763457133961794704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4763457133961794704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4763457133961794704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4763457133961794704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-bought-this-adorable-little-book-from.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2681934303011632766</id><published>2008-04-25T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:13:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause we got that open highway leading our way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Geez. I really hope that having less than mediocre brains is enough. I really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't want to see those subjects again next sem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways! Its now time to spend quality time with friends, girlfriends, family and the boyfriend. Books, music, beauty sleep, chillin' out bumming around, girls nights out, driving around, excercise, shopping trips, good food, Bintan. Ohh yeaaahh! Indulgence and bliss. Bring it on.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2681934303011632766?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2681934303011632766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2681934303011632766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2681934303011632766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2681934303011632766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/04/cause-we-got-that-open-highway-leading.html' title='&apos;Cause we got that open highway leading our way'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-4629426943557481614</id><published>2008-04-10T21:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:22:53.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yums.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have reached the point where I find Man's tendency to go hungry every 5-6 hours and the inability to think properly without at least 5 hours of sleep every night extremely, extremely, &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wei's leaving for Vietnam early tomorrow morning. Its during times like this that I thank God for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I'm still gonna miss that big stinky anyway. The very same big stinky who decided to satisfy my craving and surprise me with the below mentioned portobello tempura fries. Couldn't stop smiling after I saw the Four Seasons plastic bag, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gah. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; gonna miss my stinky.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-4629426943557481614?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/4629426943557481614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=4629426943557481614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4629426943557481614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/4629426943557481614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-reached-point-where-i-find-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2905646641984438371</id><published>2008-04-06T00:39:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T02:54:15.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reads'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm suddenly craving for the Portobello Tempura Fries with Creamy Horseradish Sauce Wei and I had during our anniversary dinner at One-Ninety in Four Seasons Hotel. Oh yummy yum yum. Smackers.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't wait to have a whale of a time in Bintan with Qixin and Joan, read books from cover to cover in one go, have girl's nights out, bum around and visit book cafes with Wei, hang out with girlfriends, continue tennis lessons with Wei, and dream of my red Volkswagen Beetle Convertible that I promised I'll get myself in 8 year's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't wait for exams to be overrrrr, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and speaking of tennis lessons with Wei, I hope his back heals fast and stops giving my poor sweetheart grief.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've come to the conclusion that my cynicism has grown exponentially. I realised that most books now don't draw me in, tug at my heart and cause it to ache like it used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a love affair with books. I keep those which are able to move me close to me, but now only a precious few grace my bedside table and I'm grateful for them, really and truly. Books like &lt;em&gt;My Best Friend's Girl&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife, Vanishing Acts &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;/em&gt; keep me going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being jaded sure takes the joy out of reading, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am bemused at how its not stories of pledges of undying love that get me these few days but fantasy. &lt;em&gt;Ravenheart&lt;/em&gt; was breathtaking and heartbreaking, so much so that I find myself sitting in bed in the wee hours of the morning, walking the prophecy and dying a thousand deaths, weeping, despairing and aching at mankind for both its selfishness and its beauty and tenacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2905646641984438371?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2905646641984438371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2905646641984438371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2905646641984438371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2905646641984438371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-suddenly-craving-for-portobello.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5828277880662672609</id><published>2008-03-27T03:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:56:25.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R-qiDEhZa-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vBBftuKLu-Y/s1600-h/Imageweibaby!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182132494880304098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R-qiDEhZa-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vBBftuKLu-Y/s400/Imageweibaby!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just wanna say, I miss you real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;You could have been anyone at all&lt;br /&gt;And net that catches me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyone at all&lt;br /&gt;So glad it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5828277880662672609?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5828277880662672609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5828277880662672609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5828277880662672609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5828277880662672609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-wanna-say-i-miss-you-real-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R-qiDEhZa-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vBBftuKLu-Y/s72-c/Imageweibaby!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-758398603059300288</id><published>2008-03-21T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:02:12.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fudge. Last tuesday was accounting mid terms, this tuesday was french and wednesday was business law. Monday's gonna be fm test, and then I still have another french test and IT quiz, in addition to a french presentation, one IT project and a comm funds presentation. And yes, exams ae in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;less than a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and I have lessons even up to the week before the exams, so really, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; try to understand, and god, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give me a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm really sorry if I'm all caught up and can't spare enough time for you people but the truth is, I need to do well to go to Switzerland. Fudge, my results sucked like crap last sem, and so I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to do well this time round, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So please understand. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-758398603059300288?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/758398603059300288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=758398603059300288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/758398603059300288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/758398603059300288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/fudge-fudge-fudge-fudge-fudge.html' title='FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-5963695359485324855</id><published>2008-03-17T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:51:45.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>omg somebody save meeeeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy 16th, stinko!(: Love you like bees to honey, kittens to milk, ants to sugar, numbers to accounting and stats and financial management, words to business law and OB and marketing, and me to a world with no accounting, business law, finanacial management, IT and comm funds, no projects and tests and exams and presentations and deadlines. YAY the thought of it just &lt;u&gt;makes my day&lt;/u&gt;. *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other words, I love you muchmuch and manymany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oww I just bumped my elbow on the chair hard while reaching for the phone. Hurts.): Alrights, french oral test tmr. I'm pretty much brain-dead now and clumsy and clutzy, but I WILL FINISH FRENCH BEFORE BED TONIGHT! OhyesIwill. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-5963695359485324855?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/5963695359485324855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=5963695359485324855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5963695359485324855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/5963695359485324855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-somebody-save-me.html' title='omg somebody save meeeeee.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2921487429883779744</id><published>2008-03-15T17:09:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:11:24.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Homebound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My dad is really surprising at times. So anyway, daddy's got me a credit card. Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to brag or anything. Ho no, I don't even think its brag-worthy. Its just that the thought of it makes me feel like I'm growing up so fast and too fast out of a sudden and I want it to stop, but nopes. Guess what, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I had a curfew, and when I came home, my dad or mom or sometimes both, would be downstairs waiting. Sure, there were times when I pushed the limits,and they would be mad and irked because I made them wait. Feeling guilty, I would always ask them not to stay up waiting, and yet they would always be there everytime I came home. Those were the times. Now that I have the keys to the house, there are no lights on and no one waiting when I get home anymore. There are no more "tell me what time you will be home" calls. Now, I'm allowed to, and even expected to spend a day or two at home, before leaving for hall for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom, the independence makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Vincent!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Heh I can't believe 3 years later your hair's gonna be razored down to ground zero like how Wei's was. (or any other army guy's, for that matter.) Love you, you idiotic, irritating, retarded, taller-than-me, fatter-than-me closet cam-whore.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R9ubT-LOaHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YHnTa2IRYLk/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177902964002416754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R9ubT-LOaHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YHnTa2IRYLk/s400/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, je vais faire mon le travil d'école now. Au revoir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2921487429883779744?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2921487429883779744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2921487429883779744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2921487429883779744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2921487429883779744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dad-is-really-surprising-at-times.html' title='Homebound.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R9ubT-LOaHI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YHnTa2IRYLk/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-6897544626930250785</id><published>2008-03-10T02:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:19:04.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am suddenly anxious for my presentation tmr. I'm bloody afraid that I would forget my train of thoughts and be left stumped and speechless when I see someone give me the finger, indicating a minute left. I have this urge to call you and hear your voice, all familiar and comforting. I want to hear you laugh your gentle laugh and tell me that I'm sillysillysilly, a silly little goose. &lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; silly little goose. I want you to soothe me and hold me and tell me that when tomorrow comes, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6897544626930250785?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6897544626930250785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6897544626930250785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6897544626930250785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6897544626930250785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-suddenly-anxious-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6683546900133647547</id><published>2008-03-07T14:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:20:52.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriends make the world go round(:'/><title type='text'>Of spas, indulgence and treats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday with Qixin and Joan was absolutely, absolutely fab.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Daddy faxed the details over to the agent this morning. We're officially going to Bintan! 3 days of pure indulgence. It will just be the three of us, the sun, the sand and the sea. Yay so exciting! Can't wait, can't wait!!(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, work is an &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;utter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nightmare. Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, happy thoughts, happy thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R9DwTN8CchI/AAAAAAAAAQU/byUg5ptIqtg/s1600-h/PC120239.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174900184798360082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R9DwTN8CchI/AAAAAAAAAQU/byUg5ptIqtg/s400/PC120239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6683546900133647547?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6683546900133647547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6683546900133647547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6683546900133647547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6683546900133647547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-spas-indulgence-and-treats.html' title='Of spas, indulgence and treats.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R9DwTN8CchI/AAAAAAAAAQU/byUg5ptIqtg/s72-c/PC120239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-3960835082811876982</id><published>2008-03-01T02:48:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T04:06:41.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone once asked me how it was like to view the world with small eyes. A few weeks ago I would have no answer, but now I do. I just see everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its strange, this upside down world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its strange, how little things I can retain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its strange, this heaviness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its like I want to rest but I'm so afraid to, because there's nowhere to stop and lie down and no place and no space to hold together the pieces of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its like emotional lock down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;so this is how it feels like to be cold and ugly and fcked up and alone, but yet not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3960835082811876982?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3960835082811876982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3960835082811876982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3960835082811876982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3960835082811876982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-strange-this-upside-down-world.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-3765499485793637759</id><published>2008-02-25T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:22:10.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gruffy ol&apos; bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE(:'/><title type='text'>Stars over Texas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has lovely walls and lovely chairs and lovely tables and lovely, cheerful daisies in their lovely little vases. It has also lovely food served on lovely plates, all presented lovelily. It also has lovely service, the loveliest of all lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Oliv, it seems, officially has my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I want a table with a pretty yellow daisy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss vj. I miss walking through the park connector in the afternoon after school and seeing fellow victorians. I miss the fuzzy feeling I get when I walk home in the evening and meet fellow victorians cycling or blading back to school. I miss feeling the warm glow inside me when I stay back in vj late at night to study, and I see every other tutorial room with its lights and air conditioning on. I miss seeing random victorians, comfortable in pe shirts, fbts and slippers and snug in jackets, occupying classrooms to study or just chill out. I miss sitting in the treehouse with S43, playing cards and talking. I even miss having to share a classroom with random people, because its the exam period and everyone is studying in school and camping overnight and there are just no more other vacant rooms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved walking hand in hand with you in the moonlight, the night breeze in our hair and the quiet path stretching out endlessly in front of us. Its almost as if there is nothing else in the world. Nothing and no one else in the world but us, us and the flowers and trees and pretty houses, and violins and the smell of the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I had a perfect date.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8LeAp9uBxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P3PXiJftQAs/s1600-h/DSCF0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170939425020839698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8LeAp9uBxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P3PXiJftQAs/s400/DSCF0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-3765499485793637759?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/3765499485793637759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=3765499485793637759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3765499485793637759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/3765499485793637759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/stars-over-texas.html' title='Stars over Texas.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8LeAp9uBxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P3PXiJftQAs/s72-c/DSCF0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-1275039737322026500</id><published>2008-02-24T15:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:19:04.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'>So you've used my broken bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and picked them clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know when you became this bitter and this ugly. This isn't like you. This isn't like you, so please come back. You don't have to keep it all up and stick through it, you know. Sometimes people know and understand and they forgive you for not being the superwoman you so want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a lighter note, the Thailand pictures are up.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170461927736739314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8Erup9uBfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vprAa0pNUP4/s400/IMG_8089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Us, at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170461936326673922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8ErvJ9uBgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Fc1oTD7178E/s400/IMG_8096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did I ever mention how fun the boat rides were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170461944916608530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8Ervp9uBhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wmDuVloaQas/s400/IMG_8099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vincent and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170461953506543138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8ErwJ9uBiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/b3qAxbuk0AA/s400/IMG_8100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting retarded on the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170461957801510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8ErwZ9uBjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PUlxb8ssjGk/s400/IMG_8101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha! And this is part of the reason why the trips were so fun.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170465174732015170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8Eurp9uBkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/r8lXhIwhowE/s400/IMG_8113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I must talk about this hat. Its really quite a cool hat. It foldable, and when it opens halfway it becomes a fan! Absolutely ingenious! Well, other than the fact that it was wayy to big, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170470354462574226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8EzZJ9uBpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Akt_9D36Pgo/s400/IMG_8142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was another day, when they left me at the hotel to nurse a migrain.): They went to visit the floating market happy and smiling, with the exception of my retarded brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170465196206851682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8Eus59uBmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/MEKn5STnx9k/s400/IMG_8134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha this is a priceless. By the way, he looks like this when he is confused most of the time. He just doesn't know it. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170465183321949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8EusJ9uBlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vEme0xEuSio/s400/IMG_8117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this Wilson, looking all cute and happy.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170470388822312642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8EzbJ9uBsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t8HMAhOfZ_U/s400/IMG_8147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We found these at the hotel, and it was so adorable we just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to take photos with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170470375937410738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8EzaZ9uBrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GAxA_B6qiY8/s400/IMG_8148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mummy's little shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170470363052508834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8EzZp9uBqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OUzI87vKILo/s400/IMG_8150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey no peeping! I'm having a private moment! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170465200501818994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8EutJ9uBnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-zgZKhYgFXo/s400/IMG_8143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has always been my brother's dream to take a ride in the DHL balloon, but my mom's afriad of heights, so this is compromise, I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170465213386720898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8Eut59uBoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/vXdIHgRmEiw/s400/IMG_8145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhh ya my ambition's to become a Tuk Tuk driver, driving at a safe 30km/hr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170473691652163330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8E2bZ9uBwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_aHaXUm78sY/s400/IMG_8155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Really, I'm a bimbo at heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170473683062228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8E2a59uBvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_l_YBMYCv_A/s400/IMG_8161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And a pretty strong one too! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8E2Z59uBuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3Q46AR15e2s/s1600-h/IMG_8159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170473665882359522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8E2Z59uBuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/3Q46AR15e2s/s400/IMG_8159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so now you know that I didn't eat the monster and the tuktuk is really already halfway up and stuck to the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alrighty now that I've spent almost half my day sitting around and doing little useless things, I should really start work and do something that is actually productive. Outta here. BYE!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1275039737322026500?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1275039737322026500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1275039737322026500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1275039737322026500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1275039737322026500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-youve-used-my-broken-bones.html' title='So you&apos;ve used my broken bones'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R8Erup9uBfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vprAa0pNUP4/s72-c/IMG_8089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-1636322215344777718</id><published>2008-02-21T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:08:10.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'>Just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am still wondering if what was meant as a means to survive is fundamentally flawed. What on earth happened to "equilibruim" and "stability"? And you know what they say, "everything in moderation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah well, at least it keeps me whole and going. Andd, I'm am still overwhelmed by tests and projects. O Saturday, pleeeeease come quick! I think I need to be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1636322215344777718?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1636322215344777718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1636322215344777718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1636322215344777718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1636322215344777718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-still-wondering-if-what-was-meant.html' title='Just so you know'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-1259038026287539963</id><published>2008-02-20T18:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:17:11.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr BG'/><title type='text'>Again and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And again and again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy do you appear in all the unexpected places. Perhaps it was the company I was with, perhaps its was all just too fleeting, but at least this time it didn't feel like you jumped out at me and pushed me off a cliff. Maybe next time I would be able to look into your eyes and we could have a proper conversation, haha. You looked well, though, and truly I am glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you too, my sweet. Its amazing, because we both know where we would see each other, but everytime I meet you, I am always surprised. This time it was so vivid, though. Maybe we too, could hold a proper conversation the next time we meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha yes I know, I know. In my dreams, then, perhaps. In my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to contact you, ma chère étranger, and ask if you're doing okay but I shall not because I dare not, for fear that it will drive you off the deep end again. So I will bite my tongue so that I do not hurt you and just let you be. Know that I only wish the best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. btw, if you ever feel that you're up to it, you can always drop me a mail. Merci beaucoup.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-1259038026287539963?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/1259038026287539963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=1259038026287539963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1259038026287539963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/1259038026287539963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/again-and-again.html' title='Again and again'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6792465353421902091</id><published>2008-02-18T20:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:15:48.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose-tinted glasses'/><title type='text'>Those shades of gray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has always been absolutes. For me, it has always been either yea or nay, simple and straightforward. In betweens exist, of course, for who can live a life so finely divided? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then there's this Thing. For it, there will always be this impulse, this need to nit and pick at those shades of gray, to probe and to poke and sometimes fingers bleed and bones ache and hearts break and there are little holes driven into the fabric of it all, and yet still pulling and pushing and stretching, till Gray seems to lose a little Shade or perhaps, gain a little Colour, and then everything goes back to absolutes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It occurred to me that what was, on all accounts, a means to survive is now a way of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6792465353421902091?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6792465353421902091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6792465353421902091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6792465353421902091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6792465353421902091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/those-shades-of-gray.html' title='Those shades of gray.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-2724947927323473041</id><published>2008-02-16T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:22:55.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Bears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Helloo world! Valentine's Day is over, and I'm glad to announce that I've managed to complete my present for Wei only two days late! Hoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was supposed to give it on Valentine's Day but I couldn't finish it on time, despite sewing late into the night. But anyway, I still have to thank Jun Feng for being so patient and &lt;em&gt;bear&lt;/em&gt;ing (haha!) with me, teaching me the fine art of bear-making into the wee hours of the morning. YiLing too, for well, being a fellow last-minuter and thus suffering the same consequences as me, and Andrew for lending his room for us to cross stitch and sew in, well into the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Start sewing projects early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty pictures of my very first hand-made bear coming rightup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj3J9uBXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hzNrkrlMIcI/s1600-h/P2160258.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167568159161320818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj3J9uBXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hzNrkrlMIcI/s400/P2160258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The hand-made bear and the cuddly and extremely huggable Valentine Bear sitting together on my bed! By the way, I love my new bedsheets! Pretty pretty!(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj3p9uBYI/AAAAAAAAANE/kCeOaRsi0TM/s1600-h/P2160260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167568167751255426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj3p9uBYI/AAAAAAAAANE/kCeOaRsi0TM/s400/P2160260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bear up close. I still think the limbs are a wee bit too long and the bead a tad too small. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj359uBZI/AAAAAAAAANM/DUxHn1IMJiY/s1600-h/P2160259.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167568172046222738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj359uBZI/AAAAAAAAANM/DUxHn1IMJiY/s400/P2160259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All together now, with the lovely, pretty box holding my valentine's day presents from Wei.The flowers are absent from the picture, though! Ah wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valentine's day. Valentine's day was spent indulging. We went looking for our favourite foods, and had hokkien mee at Food Republic in Suntec for lunch, and assorted pastries from SwissBake and Delifrance for dinner. The rest of the time was spent at two of our favourite places, Gloria Jean's and East Coast Park, holed up and reclaiming abit of us-time. It was altogether a quiet affair, cosy and dreamy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-2724947927323473041?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/2724947927323473041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=2724947927323473041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2724947927323473041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/2724947927323473041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/bears.html' title='Bears!'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_tsKKSs1E0m0/R7bj3J9uBXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hzNrkrlMIcI/s72-c/P2160258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015156754556114921.post-867717671996237671</id><published>2008-02-12T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:13:42.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bangkok trip was utterly exhausting. Bangkok is as always - polluted, loud and impatient with its terrible, terrible traffic. How these people manage to avoid accidents amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhows I'm back now, and the fact that I didn't manage to squeeze in any bit of studying time into my holidays doesn't seem to bode well. Tests are coming up, and everything is happening all at once and all at one go. Everything seems to be important and demanding attention, and I find myself caught up in some intricate maze with seemingly infinite forks and paths and openings, and there is everywhere and nowhere to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of those times when you feel that the world is moving too fast, too fast for you to catch up. This is one of those times when you were just rambling along and minding your own business, when suddenly, accidentally, you find yourself left behind. This is one of those times when you really really want to just let it all go and shout STOP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everything stops and time freezes and then now, and then finally you are all alone, a ghost of what you have been and just only a sliver of the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-867717671996237671?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/867717671996237671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=867717671996237671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/867717671996237671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/867717671996237671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/back.html' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-6482920318464911954</id><published>2008-02-06T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:41:01.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s little quirks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hall life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it weird how little cuts hurt so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it funny how I've managed to keep it all in for the past few days, only to lose it all upon a stumble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha, self-pity is powerful indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But damn, my knee hurts. My elbow too. Alot alot.)):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-6482920318464911954?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/6482920318464911954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=6482920318464911954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6482920318464911954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/6482920318464911954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/isnt-it-weird-how-little-cuts-hurt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3015156754556114921.post-8328497068695280371</id><published>2008-02-01T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:28:51.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><title type='text'>The Way I Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This song always brings me back to early last year, when things back then were still the same. I'll experience that rush of adrenaline I get when I wake up early in the morning to the smell of rain and the sometimes stiff and biting morning breeze, and that indescribable feeling when I prepare myself for work with your songs playing softly from my speakers. Wonder at the beauty of dawn, the sense of peace that beautiful mornings bring me, bliss because I was awake to witness the sky lighten up and the world wake, and not forgetting the wisps of sleep still clinging on. Altogether a heady mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now things are changing, and we can't go back to our comfort zone. Whatever happens, we'll work together and see where this takes us, oui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gentle mornings. Gentle gentle Dawn. I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like what you said, this song is &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;, to the nines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Way I Do - Marcos Hernandez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your kiss, your smile, your mind&lt;br /&gt;You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss your breath on my neck&lt;br /&gt;When we whisper in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I can't fake it.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Way I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch, your skin, can't believe the way you let me in&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush tonight, I need you like the ocean needs the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna want you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that I was falling so fast&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna need anyone&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I can't fake it.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I would stand on my own&lt;br /&gt;Climb a mountain top all alone&lt;br /&gt;Relying, depending on no one&lt;br /&gt;Now look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked, I can't fake it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not that strong without you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you, baby&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could love you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could need you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could want you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;` Let's keep it this way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3015156754556114921-8328497068695280371?l=sweetcharades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/feeds/8328497068695280371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3015156754556114921&amp;postID=8328497068695280371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8328497068695280371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3015156754556114921/posts/default/8328497068695280371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetcharades.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-i-do.html' title='The Way I Do.'/><author><name>cyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10225691826692591284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
