<?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-2643870894743947201</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:52:22.907-08:00</updated><category term='Drawing Class'/><category term='Self contemplation'/><category term='Incredible Artworks'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Tenladytoes'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Lame stuff'/><category term='My artsy fartsy stuff'/><category term='Bad things'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Buddies'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Treasure. Love. Fun.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-3356692329854718351</id><published>2009-07-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:29:18.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://destinynextdoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://destinynextdoor.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a new beginning, for a new life. Please do relink me buddies : ) Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-3356692329854718351?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3356692329854718351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3356692329854718351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/07/moved.html' title='MOVED : )'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6884956154141346169</id><published>2009-05-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:05:01.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh! Can't believe that I can restore this blog!</title><content type='html'>Blogger's getting more and more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just want to announce to you guys that I've transferred! I have no intentions to blog again but for the sake of the digital's portfolio, I realize I need a place to put all the artworks rather than ranting up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://destinynextdoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://destinynextdoor.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6884956154141346169?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6884956154141346169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6884956154141346169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/05/huh-cant-believe-that-i-can-restore.html' title='Huh! Can&apos;t believe that I can restore this blog!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-997986615166885156</id><published>2009-01-31T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:56:08.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my life of cutting colorful papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3240558919_47ef84182c_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that colorful papers and foams make my day. In case you guys are wondering, Jeremy is a guitar freak, so I made lots and lots of little guitars to make him a happier boy. Oh no, he's 18 and he's going to be a suave young man like his brother Jeffrey. HAHAHA inside joke and no pun intended. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-997986615166885156?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/997986615166885156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/997986615166885156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-my-life-of-cutting-colorful.html' title='Back to my life of cutting colorful papers'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3240558919_47ef84182c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1134335437623116163</id><published>2009-01-30T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:03:44.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My artsy fartsy stuff'/><title type='text'>I had a Bad Ceramics Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3238550961_dbfa80498c_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with this black strap of thing? Something's wrong with my editing =/ Apologies for all the typo errors and grammar mistakes, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3238551601_9f5e058bee_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3448/3238552373_fd0ee743c1_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3239392068_ddd8ff891e_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have to check properly everytime I save the image again. Besides Im using only Powerpoint. My laptop ( Yes we just got ourselved the smallest notebook in the world!!) doesnt' have the program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3238553591_e92cf1bcc3_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Thanks a lot Shalene!!! You're the only one who is actually answering to my question!!! Thank you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1134335437623116163?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1134335437623116163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1134335437623116163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-bad-ceramics-day.html' title='I had a Bad Ceramics Day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3238550961_dbfa80498c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1282644719847282837</id><published>2009-01-26T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:04:15.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Hi folks! I am a happy and angry and sad girl. Don't you think that emotions are actually confusing and all mixed up at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah, that's exactly what I've realised these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like deleting this blog. Like seriously. I'm placing my attention on other things, but I'm afraid I will get lost in touch with my friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. HELP ME! Goodnight World! I wanna sleep like a cow now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1282644719847282837?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1282644719847282837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1282644719847282837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5962661597202178823</id><published>2009-01-15T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:26:33.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>Dilemma again</title><content type='html'>The weather looked and felt amazingly good and promising these two days. It made my hair a good hair day and of course I love it.  Strong wind that has not touched my face for a very long time, but I know it ain't a good premonition. The Earth is changing human beings, and so do I. Or maybe from the very start, the Earth is already sick and giving out gradual warnings. And so do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've been approaching a lot of people in school. Or can I say a lot of people approached me? I'm always the same, laughed out my lungs for every lamest joke the gang could give me, striked the deepest pain every moroseness life could give me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two afternoons, I thought I was alive and kicking. BUT Angela caught my problem redhanded and I realised it, all of a suddent, and had been reflecting these few days since. Like what Johnston said, I have met my bottle's neck =/ SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH, I guess it's alright. Let me think of a fresh new way again. All the new plans of the year, all the strong words and promises written down in my diary. I hope it will be good and fine and smooth. But life's about ebbs and flows, and I somehow have that bad and good intuition mixed up all together like a fruit punch juice. Confusing eh? I find them the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tay praised me a bit at the end of the day during anatomy class, and that made me feel a lot better. =) But for like only 3 minutes? I really wish to thank to the important people around me, but I have no idea how to pick up myself. So many buts, so many ands, so many uncertainties and insecurities. So many fears and doubts, that's how weird homo sapiens can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something have to be changed here. The blog is half dead as nyawa nyawa ikan. Maybe a new approach for the theme. I don't like it this way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. nvm. It's just another freaking boring entry of my silent ranting.  I just feel like reading my Chicken Soup and waiting for my phone call now ( which will never ring tonight)... Good night people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5962661597202178823?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5962661597202178823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5962661597202178823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/dilemma-again.html' title='Dilemma again'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6825588636375900075</id><published>2009-01-13T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:03:44.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>On Hiatus?</title><content type='html'>For pete's sake, I realised that I have not updated here for a very long time! Starting to grow mould to make yogurt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, don't really have the mood to update regularly here at this point of time. Sometimes I just feel like updating everyday, but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school has started back. I love it but somehow there's a weirdddddd feeling and environment. Some things change but some things remain the same... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6825588636375900075?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6825588636375900075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6825588636375900075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus?'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1319371397378038845</id><published>2009-01-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:46:31.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>Mimi ( and everyone else), read this!</title><content type='html'>This is an encouragement note for Mimi ( and everyone else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes when I have really nothing to do ( and I really mean it), I will search tenladytoes at google.com. Yes can you believe that I am that hao lian bo la lian?!!! But I just wanna check out how does everyone think about our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just last night, I found out something which was encouraging and touching as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonotsweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theluxuriousfashionista.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009-babes.html"&gt; And here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbdLIoQAL8k/SVySQNMQbuI/AAAAAAAABJc/qTbDHDg3g4M/s400/twilight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbdLIoQAL8k/SVySQNMQbuI/AAAAAAAABJc/qTbDHDg3g4M/s400/twilight.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know what I mean. Our effort is proven ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to darling Mimi. That pair of shoes are painstakingly done by her bare hands and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1319371397378038845?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1319371397378038845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1319371397378038845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/mimi-and-everyone-else-read-this.html' title='Mimi ( and everyone else), read this!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TbdLIoQAL8k/SVySQNMQbuI/AAAAAAAABJc/qTbDHDg3g4M/s72-c/twilight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6479307482566662661</id><published>2009-01-01T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:57:31.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>2009 is here!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh bloody hell. Everytime when a year ends with a number 9, I'll know that I have leaped a decade. And god knows that I've not yet enjoyed my teenage life fully! But life's brief candle, and I'm now a 20, folks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20= getting older&lt;br /&gt;20= getting fatter ( Girls's body condition start to decline at the age of 18, moreover to say 20!!!)&lt;br /&gt;20= getting older and older and I can't find another reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!! But fret not, I actually kinda look upon writing a whole new way of my age. Instead of 1, I will write 2 now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20= maturity&lt;br /&gt;20= girls' golden age&lt;br /&gt;20= freedom??? ( I bet so =/ )&lt;br /&gt;20= Lots of love in life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am REALLY thinking in a postive way to this very new year. A year of the start of my 20th decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you guys have the same feeling? Everytime you step into a new year or age, you don't seem to feel like you're one. I can't feel that I'm 20 right now ( deny the fact that I'm fat and lazy since born!!!), like I thought that I'm thinking in a mature way, but actually I'm not so afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still laugh like a 5 year old ( innocent), or cackle like a 16 ( rebellious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or cried as loud as I could like a 3 year old, or weep quietly in the attic like I just lost my first love or the day when dad hit me, just like a 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, seriously ( again I am addicted to this word), I will only realise I am really 20 after half a year passes by, or even when 21 is reaching. There is always an inner child within, I will still need love like a 3 year old, I will still need encouragement and attention like a 12 year old, but I will learn to be mature like a 20 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Life's so cool ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found myself a good motto for this year. Every year I will find an inspiring one. For this year, I will always think that: &lt;strong&gt;ERNEST CULTIVATION YIELDS FRUITFUL HARVEST&lt;/strong&gt;. Yalah I know it sounds so ah pek and over noble but I don't know why I just feel intelligent with this quote along. The words here seem so hard to me, but in Chinese it's an easy-to-understand idiom yet so hard to achieve. Yet yet yet, I believe I will learn more about it this very year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's eve, I've decided to stay at home. I'm really addicted to my new home and room and sofa. I don't know why but I just love it. Maybe it's been so long since my family and I had had a proper house which I can call it a home. We're trying to be clean but I just love how the messy room makes a real big deal of the whole warming feeling for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to finish practising the new piece called ' The Swan'. I've been hitting the piano for a few days and I told myself I got to finish it by tonight, so that I can called Jeffrey and played for him. This new year's eve I've been practically practising this piece over and over again for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to call Jeff so that he could listen to the song I played. It's been so long since I've played a song to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I called at that split of second, crossing 2008 and 2009, damnitstupidkenasaiwahlaowehtakbolehtahanthe phone connection was lousy, and Jeff's was a bit drunk at the other side. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played as melodious as I could. But I was too nervous and there's a lot of mistakes, sudden crescendos and shivering. PLUS the line just cut off when I was going to finish the song! damnitstupidkenasaiwahlaowehtakbolehtahan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen my younger brother came into listen, but the elder brother Coco was yelling for him upstairs and he dashed away, right before I finished playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... sad to say... my new year first wish is kinda unfulfiled. To play the song to someone I love. Gosh what a stupid wish I've made. So far for all the practising. But I knew that Jeff and Zen were trying their best to listen to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... to think of another way, I've been playing the song for myself for umpteen times! I myself is someone I love! I felt so happy when I realised that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, I wrote down two inspiring paragraphs into my diary. And I hope to share with you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sports you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes of your hair or the color of your skin of where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read all the bossy words I've written here, please tag me. I wanna say thank you for listening to me, at this very start of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course... Happy new year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6479307482566662661?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6479307482566662661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6479307482566662661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html' title='2009 is here!!!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-3510536931172922243</id><published>2008-12-28T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:17:03.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>Changes In Life</title><content type='html'>I was 15 years olf and a junior in high school, and the worst possible thing that could happen to me did. My parents decided to move our family from Sabah to Singapore. I had exactly 1 week to pack up all my stuff. I had to leave my room, my first boyfriend, my school and my bunch of best friends behind, and try to start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, at that point of time ( well, it lasted for 3 years), I despised my parents for ruining my life. I feel like a sakai ( aborigine) going to live in somewhere urban and metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone that I did not want to live here and would be returning to hometown the first chance I had. When I was at the new place, I made sure to keep my distance from everyone, thinking that I would just be leaving soon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school came, and I was miserable. I could only think of my friends back in Kota Kinabalu and how I wished I could be with them. For a long time, I felt that my life was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually though, things got much better ( after 4 years for goodness sake). I have a new home, a good family, a caring boyfriend, a truckloads of die hard buddies, found my love back in art and music and even develop it as my lifetime career. I still keep in touch with all my old friends, who are now all over the world. I think I am greedy and contented. ( Just lack of a pet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand that my parents did not move the family to somewhere strange and new to hurt me, although at that time, it sure felt as though they had. I now firmly believe that everything happens for a reason. For had I not moved here, I never would have met so many other pretty little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone. Thank you God ( if you're here reading this, or even if you're not here somewhere above the sky and heaven) I want to tell all of you out there that I LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2009 and a big wet goodbye kiss for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Thank you for all the hardworking people at Safra booth that Saturday and Sunday. How can I ever thank you all! I just feel sorry that both events are cancelled and I feel unfair and restless, don't you think that our effort is somehow wasted???????????????????????????????? ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STUPID ORGANISERS! ( No pun intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-3510536931172922243?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3510536931172922243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3510536931172922243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes In Life'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-976809956818824212</id><published>2008-12-18T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:07:14.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When fatigue overwhelms my soul....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-976809956818824212?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/976809956818824212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/976809956818824212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6538402137920732480</id><published>2008-12-16T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:57:47.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>Oh for goodness sake.</title><content type='html'>If you've read what's being written above, I've gotta tell you, I was more than just being pissed off. Jo and I were sticking each and every sequins onto our signboard this afternoon. I opened up the Gmail and there was this email from Fleaolics with an irritating message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Due to some unforseen circumstances the flea market is being cancelled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? Yes, a copy and paste from that bitchAy customer. Due to some unforeseen circumstances I have to cancel my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone using such excuses??? So an email as easy as that totally ruined our whole plan and days of working to the flea market. The very first time I feel like shouting vulgarities out of my lung and round the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now right here, sleepless, trying to think of alternatives to save out this poor scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo came over and stayover at my house to get ready for the flea. In the meanwhile, I took a brief photoshoot of her for the shoes. I think I enjoy taking pictures of all my pretty models =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCVIB9FuI/AAAAAAAACBM/0TtQwWeHZs8/s1600-h/SN850538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473125048096482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCVIB9FuI/AAAAAAAACBM/0TtQwWeHZs8/s400/SN850538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, everything's there. My favourite white dress ( for Cas's wedding), basket, flower and hat, and of course the model Jo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCUIFEB5I/AAAAAAAACBE/-4szrxF8naA/s1600-h/SN850514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473107881265042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCUIFEB5I/AAAAAAAACBE/-4szrxF8naA/s400/SN850514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Zenzen. And of course how can we miss the shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCTzkcwNI/AAAAAAAACA8/jnZkbD0Hlkw/s1600-h/SN850525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473102375764178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCTzkcwNI/AAAAAAAACA8/jnZkbD0Hlkw/s400/SN850525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry babe I know you're perspiring like crazy! And guess what, there's only a few of us in the park that early afternoon, perfect timing for mozzies' lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCTrA9U5I/AAAAAAAACA0/ch9aCQSXBh4/s1600-h/SN850535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473100079420306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCTrA9U5I/AAAAAAAACA0/ch9aCQSXBh4/s400/SN850535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our signboard is BIG &amp;amp; KIASU. Hahaha which we have totally no idea how it ended up that big. We just cut out according to the ratios and lengths, but seriously you'll never how big the words are here until you see them yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDCQAh6LI/AAAAAAAACBs/ehreuFb5j3M/s1600-h/SN850556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473900283717810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDCQAh6LI/AAAAAAAACBs/ehreuFb5j3M/s400/SN850556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDBq1858I/AAAAAAAACBk/k5CpYF8PFG0/s1600-h/SN850553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473890307237826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDBq1858I/AAAAAAAACBk/k5CpYF8PFG0/s400/SN850553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice! I lOike it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDBW9Wm7I/AAAAAAAACBc/x1W7-zDdw8o/s1600-h/SN850549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473884969573298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDBW9Wm7I/AAAAAAAACBc/x1W7-zDdw8o/s400/SN850549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the very small portion of shoes. Others are with Mimi, Shane and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDA-oN38I/AAAAAAAACBU/-qZfH0aZ1kk/s1600-h/SN850545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280473878438469570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgDA-oN38I/AAAAAAAACBU/-qZfH0aZ1kk/s400/SN850545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we did namecard pegs! Creative huh? To save on budgets, we decided to write our url on the pegs and stick a ribbon and images of shoes on them. The above pegs shown are undone yet. Superdy cute and nice right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I will take down pictures of all the process of any of our events as a keepsake. A wonderful idea from Jo. So that we can improve on and also to keep all the memories ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; what happened people? I ask so many of you if we can all go to KL but there's no reply at all???? Sad =, (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's time to my bed and dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6538402137920732480?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6538402137920732480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6538402137920732480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-for-goodness-sake.html' title='Oh for goodness sake.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUgCVIB9FuI/AAAAAAAACBM/0TtQwWeHZs8/s72-c/SN850538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5061254100552631932</id><published>2008-12-14T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:28:40.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>Outing with my favourite twosome : )</title><content type='html'>Yes the twosomes, 'cause they'll scold me if I say they're twins. And that very day, I kept calling Auyeong as Hueyjia. ( Bangs my head on the wall) and she got very irritated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a really good day before the two came:&lt;br /&gt;- Super strawberry jam custom&lt;br /&gt;- Bad breath day&lt;br /&gt;- Rain= bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pair of new shoes for Auyeong : )! Gives me the indie and boho feel, me like me like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoc95RLsI/AAAAAAAACAk/CT1e0I3f6vk/s1600-h/SN850499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670616277987010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoc95RLsI/AAAAAAAACAk/CT1e0I3f6vk/s400/SN850499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start off with some really funny pictures. We were at Little India and I asked my two lovelies for a quick photoshoot ( so-called). And that's how we ended up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoOOWAxJI/AAAAAAAACAc/fuThHKUCkcw/s1600-h/SN850509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670362995475602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoOOWAxJI/AAAAAAAACAc/fuThHKUCkcw/s400/SN850509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoN9AlMHI/AAAAAAAACAU/Z1L7Uiv0jA0/s1600-h/SN850505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670358342185074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoN9AlMHI/AAAAAAAACAU/Z1L7Uiv0jA0/s400/SN850505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed half of Auyeong's face! OMG I realise we have the shared similarities. All of three of us have deep eyebags! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUT7i7PNAI/AAAAAAAACAM/XDC2QPlf9ts/s1600-h/SN850508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279648051870249986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUT7i7PNAI/AAAAAAAACAM/XDC2QPlf9ts/s400/SN850508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tear off a few pieces of paper to sit on so that their butt won't get wet. ( After a rain) I love this pic a lot, but how come that piece of paper is sticking out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUT7JN8LQI/AAAAAAAACAE/H_OohcNJMNc/s1600-h/SN850501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279648044969372930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUT7JN8LQI/AAAAAAAACAE/H_OohcNJMNc/s400/SN850501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is so much better. Later on, we rushed to an Indian shop ( Auyeong's good introduction). And believe me, their eyebrow threading service is only S$5! Fast and professional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUpAUnKG_I/AAAAAAAACAs/46SP6FoEWuc/s1600-h/SN850510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671223671462898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUpAUnKG_I/AAAAAAAACAs/46SP6FoEWuc/s400/SN850510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hueyjia and I got our eyebrows threaded ( or threatened). Say byeby to bushy eyebrows! Though mine doesn't look much different though =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we've so many discoveries today! Before Little India, we went to Chinatown and grabbed down lots of goodies! Things were really cheap there, and I've fallen in love with many bags, especially the strawbags and woodbox kinda bag. Top list right now! And top brands like Clinique, SKII, Estee Lauder, Clarins and Lancome stuff are selling like crazy there. People were just grabbing everything from the racks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alicekwonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.alicekwonderland.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - This is the cute little shop we've found out! All her clothes are handsewn by Aunty Alice! Kimono inspired too =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping for more outings with these two cuties. Too bad that Auyeong is heading to Turkey, and Hueyjia to Beijing soon =( I hope I can hide in their luggage so that I can go travelling with them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5061254100552631932?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5061254100552631932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5061254100552631932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/outing-with-my-favourite-twosome.html' title='Outing with my favourite twosome : )'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SUUoc95RLsI/AAAAAAAACAk/CT1e0I3f6vk/s72-c/SN850499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2968584136697294760</id><published>2008-12-11T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:00:28.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's Out.</title><content type='html'>Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It carries over no balance from day to day and every evening deletes whatever partof the balance you failed to use during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you havefailed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of theday. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no goingback. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow”. You must live in the presenton today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health,happiness, and success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is running. Make the most of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a prematurebaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a medal in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Credits to a blog which I've forgotten the name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2968584136697294760?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2968584136697294760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2968584136697294760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/times-out.html' title='Time&apos;s Out.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-3785321495362548379</id><published>2008-12-09T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:29:54.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant Stoning Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Oh great, Thailand is still playing battle chess now and we've officially cancelled off the trip to Bangkok and Battaya ( Papaya? Banana? I seriously don't know how to spell!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nowadays, I've been a good ol' ZAI NV oh!&lt;br /&gt;- Paint the shoes and rush for the customers' deadlines.( as usual, but in a more relaxing manner, like lying down while painting, and gone to sleep after a few strokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Digital Scrapbooking ( I am OH SO SO addicted to this nowadays! Just that my comp'd gotten some viruses which caused further lagging in Photochop ( Photoshop + chopping/cropping the pics and layout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Replying emails (give me a break, will ya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did my long lost IC ( Students get a 50% discounts!! The staff was like giggling at me when she found out that I'd lost my IC twice, and I'm only 19!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did my long lost ATM card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No no no shopping for me currently, wait till I've listed out the whole Christmas gift lift yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare for the flea market. ( Though I've done nothing much =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Online 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Continue to stone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Mimi said, I agreed that painting at home can be enjoying too. It feels so different compared to getting suffocated inside the school studio, while the oxygen concentration gets lower, and no one will realise even if you die inside. ( Well, sometimes I really think like that though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the brushstrokes. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-3785321495362548379?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3785321495362548379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3785321495362548379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/brilliant-stoning-holiday.html' title='Brilliant Stoning Holiday!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7470750512621266336</id><published>2008-12-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:20.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>Copycats caught redhanded!</title><content type='html'>Guess what, some creepy cat is copying &lt;a href="http://www.boongashoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boonga&lt;/a&gt;'s wonderful shoe art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MrZQOIfjPPg/STaUka1nZCI/AAAAAAAAALo/-8r5O_ANcUU/s200/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MrZQOIfjPPg/STaUka1nZCI/AAAAAAAAALo/-8r5O_ANcUU/s200/B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the one below? The copycat draws nicely too, but why can't she draw something different or just modify a bit more??? SO that we can't sense the similarities. STUPID with a big S. Yeah, you thought that changing the bunny to a snail and it's not copyright???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XEwPpSH1Uw/SNW7K2nAr0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3btFkS_0dyY/s320/P9161095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XEwPpSH1Uw/SNW7K2nAr0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/3btFkS_0dyY/s320/P9161095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's copying mine too. AARGH!!! My poor tea and darling =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMwWMPdfXI/AAAAAAAABGk/WrP4qvOhQt0/s400/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMwWMPdfXI/AAAAAAAABGk/WrP4qvOhQt0/s400/DSC01765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being drawn to this. I can laugh upon staring all these on the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XEwPpSH1Uw/SKLSICrXyRI/AAAAAAAAADc/J3KofIhPH6o/s400/P8130845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XEwPpSH1Uw/SKLSICrXyRI/AAAAAAAAADc/J3KofIhPH6o/s400/P8130845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Meng, Meng, Meng!!! You have to see this!!!!! Dream's Elegance is like so 99%alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SHM2GWCmoQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vKObZA9Mi3s/s400/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SHM2GWCmoQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vKObZA9Mi3s/s400/DSC01525.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;I immediately dropped my jaws when &lt;a href="http://wallaby-michy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; told me about this. Thanks sweety &gt;=) I feel like being naughty too wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XEwPpSH1Uw/SMELrFvTxsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_zE5aX_IPUk/s320/1_842962583l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XEwPpSH1Uw/SMELrFvTxsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_zE5aX_IPUk/s320/1_842962583l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be writing something on the store too some day later. To warn people about this. But seriously we can't help it. If can please do just give some damn small credit can! Even if it's just a sketch, you can just write down who or what you're being inspired of, right??? Now I understand how famous people feel when your artwork is being copied. Feels DAMN SYIOK! Feels like having a sweet revenge! Wahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ok, I'm just kidding. &lt;a href="http://badpostured.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://badpostured.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; it's her blog, check it out! And I am doing a special review for her heeeeere! How kind of me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7470750512621266336?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7470750512621266336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7470750512621266336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/copycats-caught-redhanded.html' title='Copycats caught redhanded!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MrZQOIfjPPg/STaUka1nZCI/AAAAAAAAALo/-8r5O_ANcUU/s72-c/B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6540201754475647016</id><published>2008-12-06T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:19:37.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Hello Mother Earth, I had a very bad day today. All I wanna do now is sleep and I'll see my bunch of monkeys tomorrow in drawing class. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6540201754475647016?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6540201754475647016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6540201754475647016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-361161685053483942</id><published>2008-12-04T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:37:52.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>Long pause.</title><content type='html'>Seeing everyone in their post prom photos, seriously I was upset and honestly, I was jealous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know is this shocking or what, but throughout my life I have never even attended one single prom dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ended up graduating in a school. From Junior 3, I moved from Kota Kinabalu to Johor ( supposedly), but I ended up in Singapore. I thought I could finish my 6 years at the old school there. And my dream is to get up to the stage, wearing the graduation hat ( what do we call that?) and the professor looking kinda drapery, sing the graduation song, and throw the square hat, with all of your closest friends and teachers and family beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you finally accomplish something. But I've always missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Singapore. And then I realised there's no such things as 'throwing hats into the sky thingy' kinda event. Which disappoint me kinda a lot. ( Ok, today I'm using a lot of KINDA this addictive word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodgrove is nice but I'm not complaining about this. Nanyang JC is nice too, but too bad, my results suck and I got kicked out. From then onwards, I was officially an A level kick out/ditched student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seriously I don't mind that either, cuz that's the ever best damn thing I've done on Earth. But of course, I missed the graduation part. Prom night. Last dinner or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok. Fine, I'm not too sure what I'm complaining. Just about some stupid graduating dream I can never fulfill. But surely die die die die DIE I will complete NAFA and get a diploma/degree!!! Maybe I'm just the one who can just stay at home and stone, do my own stuff kinda ugly Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. Don't come and wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Brother talked to me just now. He said that it's time I should get a domain for the shoes. Any suggestions people? I'm in my wit's end now. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-361161685053483942?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/361161685053483942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/361161685053483942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-pause.html' title='Long pause.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8751726237225094930</id><published>2008-12-03T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:29:10.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>I've got lot to say!</title><content type='html'>Yayayaya, I know I know. Nowadays all my posts are about the shoes, annoying right? No worries, cuz I'm gonna continue like that this whole month! December, I love you muak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously don't you just love the last month? You don't have to throw the alarm clock every morning and get up to school, no stupid ridiculous homework and unneccessary ( how do we spell it again? Damn!), no paintings that you don't wanna paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things just start to wind down and everybody seems to be more blissful and loosen up! And you got to take a break before getting older in a new year ( we get older every year, sigh!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to do things that I have been longing to accomplish for a very long time. Have a long nice sleep in my bed. Clean and decorate my room. Carry out some gardening. Be pretty and put on makeup and be bimbotic like house bunny. Went to the zoo and beach and picnic. Put on some face mask. Shopping and eating. Gym and kickboxing and aerobics. Volleyball. Bitching and gossiping ( ok I admit, I do this everyday!!! But more in the holidays!) And trying to clear the lists of dates that I owe from so many girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like OK, you worry less, or maybe you have nothing much to worry about. Less stressful ( Ok, I know Nafa gang, don't remind me about the releasing date of our exam results!) And best of the best, I throw away all the unnnnnecccesssarrrry ( Ok again, I hate this word!) school papers and stuff. They're like the biggest obstacles in the room and shelves. I feel sick when I saw them lying around the place, but I feel SYIOKKKK when I saw them lying inside the rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I realise I use so many Oks today. You don't mind right? Ok, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus plus PLUS, Carmen is coming from Australia!!!! Heng and little heng are coming back from Scotland too!!!! I am super duper excited cuz it's always a promise that we all have to meetup at least once a year. I have so many things to prepare before they come!!!!!!!!! OK, I feel like shouting OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to OMG about. Isn't that great? I hope every month is a December. But of course I will miss that hell school that gives so many unnn.... unn...ec.... fine forget that spelling... that gives so many&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; bizarre workloads but a damn lot of wonderful buddies to annoy at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I manage to get a place for Tenladytoes at the Fleaolics Flea Market!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc234/tworedkisses/samPoster1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 670px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc234/tworedkisses/samPoster1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic image huh? But I don't care! You all have to go OKOKOKOK! Details will be out more soon. Shane, Mimi and I will be drawing the shoes. I can't seem to find Angela =( I need you too! While Joanne and Michelle will be helping out too. Carmen and the 2 Hens will definitely be there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I should say, people who know me, you ALL HAVE TO COME DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Meng, Visa, Cas and Aiwee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hueyjia and Auyeong and Jasmine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Wenfeng, Bryan, Eza, Johnston and the whole NAFA gang,&lt;br /&gt;Lucie, Sherling, Huimin, Elvis, Yaokhuan and the whole NanyangJC Aep gang,&lt;br /&gt;PC Teo and the Woodgrove gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring your friends and lovers and relatives and families and pets and enemies here, enjoy your day at the art museum and have fun bargaining at the flea markets!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Muaks. Feel my big wet kiss hahaha. ( Ok fine, Jeff is not here and he can't go there!)&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/2643870894743947201-8751726237225094930?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8751726237225094930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8751726237225094930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-got-lot-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ve got lot to say!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2291270279665614752</id><published>2008-12-01T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:03:28.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>For Visa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl0xRQYAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7a3fIGxZR-8/s400/SN850346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl0xRQYAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7a3fIGxZR-8/s400/SN850346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl04L55vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0ua-OnXMyF4/s400/SN850344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl04L55vI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0ua-OnXMyF4/s400/SN850344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl0pjmUrI/AAAAAAAAAds/Q2_k2Ag1qtE/s400/SN850342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl0pjmUrI/AAAAAAAAAds/Q2_k2Ag1qtE/s400/SN850342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe Visa this pair for such a long time! =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she will like it. Something really different with a new concept ( ok you can see that), and my sewing skills suck to the core. Mum helped out with the sewing and taught me some too. And what a shame for a daughter of a skillful seamstress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I don't know a thing or two, just that I returned all of what I'd knew about sewing back to the teacher in secondary school ( Sabah). I was always the last to finish the assignment in sewing class back then. Even the boys were ahead of me haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Net, if if if the fur drop off and make you sneeze, I'm so sorry! But I tried my best. Quality checked too =) I wonder if Xiao Rui met problems during her sewing class??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Bye bye! I gotta improve in sewing for the sake of the shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2291270279665614752?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2291270279665614752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2291270279665614752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-visa.html' title='For Visa'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ToV97nHA4_0/STTl0xRQYAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7a3fIGxZR-8/s72-c/SN850346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8075607908706970368</id><published>2008-12-01T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:08:03.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSvQ5f2sTI/AAAAAAAABqs/tVGhb38nxm0/s1600-h/DSC02374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275033768404889906" style="WIDTH: 300px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSqlUbOL9I/AAAAAAAABok/W6ZiLsX7mhs/s400/1_192380108l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSqlOaYiiI/AAAAAAAABoc/WlCcwK_zNbU/s1600-h/1_172126465l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275028620058331682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSqlOaYiiI/AAAAAAAABoc/WlCcwK_zNbU/s400/1_172126465l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpk3RGrI/AAAAAAAABoM/vbqXrFDhStQ/s1600-h/IMG_2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022097734769330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpk3RGrI/AAAAAAAABoM/vbqXrFDhStQ/s400/IMG_2237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpdrx6gI/AAAAAAAABoE/HYqlb-raquc/s1600-h/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022095807539714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpdrx6gI/AAAAAAAABoE/HYqlb-raquc/s400/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpIvqQkI/AAAAAAAABn8/-GivaXuPpzY/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022090186670658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpIvqQkI/AAAAAAAABn8/-GivaXuPpzY/s400/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpOXm91I/AAAAAAAABn0/0SANscEMO0o/s1600-h/kel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022091696404306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpOXm91I/AAAAAAAABn0/0SANscEMO0o/s400/kel+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpGIdknI/AAAAAAAABns/zsC9KVDp9Ww/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275022089485390450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSkpGIdknI/AAAAAAAABns/zsC9KVDp9Ww/s400/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjd2cMaDI/AAAAAAAABnk/8f6mdE4JqM0/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275020796782995506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjd2cMaDI/AAAAAAAABnk/8f6mdE4JqM0/s400/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjdqzNAzI/AAAAAAAABnc/KFBCLpBsFL4/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275020793658278706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjdqzNAzI/AAAAAAAABnc/KFBCLpBsFL4/s400/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjdtkLzFI/AAAAAAAABnU/dbjWigB63LU/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275020794400590930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjdtkLzFI/AAAAAAAABnU/dbjWigB63LU/s400/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjdBFngTI/AAAAAAAABnM/fXkxtsp2L-w/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275020782461223218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjdBFngTI/AAAAAAAABnM/fXkxtsp2L-w/s400/DSC02546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjc3-nomI/AAAAAAAABnE/g3vC2rLriTg/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275020780015952482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSjc3-nomI/AAAAAAAABnE/g3vC2rLriTg/s400/DSC02058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSlstEYJWI/AAAAAAAABoU/wNAjrCBN9qE/s1600-h/SN850196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275023250988475746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSlstEYJWI/AAAAAAAABoU/wNAjrCBN9qE/s400/SN850196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... people that I've missed. I wish they were by my side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8075607908706970368?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8075607908706970368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8075607908706970368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscence-flashback.html' title='Reminiscence Flashback'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/STSvQ5f2sTI/AAAAAAAABqs/tVGhb38nxm0/s72-c/DSC02374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-465859873969746646</id><published>2008-11-29T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:18:05.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-turns</title><content type='html'>Remember, if you’re headed in the wrong direction, God allows U-turns! It's never too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad I did that =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-465859873969746646?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/465859873969746646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/465859873969746646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/u-turns.html' title='U-turns'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5218969517553647069</id><published>2008-11-28T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:25:51.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>New creation up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/limasen/SN850337.jpg" width="408" length="308px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/limasen/SN850338.jpg" width="308" length="408px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/limasen/SN850339.jpg" width="408" length="308px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e331/limasen/SN850340.jpg" width="408" length="308px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very very first attempt to paint and scribble something on wedges! The sketch is kinda terrible, but the final output is good I think! Maybe I should ask Bryan or Johnston to help me to do some photoshoots on this pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I should do more heels or stilettos in future. But honestly, they are so much difficult to draw and paint on compared to canvas shoes. &amp;amp; I personally still prefer wearing pumps more cuz this kind of shoes are good to look and good to kill the feet too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to continue that pile of shoes now. Net, your shoes are done. Please provide me your address k =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5218969517553647069?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5218969517553647069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5218969517553647069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-creation-up.html' title='New creation up!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4518833220229687641</id><published>2008-11-25T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:05:45.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>P/s: I'm at home most of the time during holidays, so please sms to my M'sia number pal. Sigh. Sorry that I missed the girl's hangout. I missed them =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the day at the zoo with a hat, picnic bag and my favourite boy and lots of eye candies ( I mean the pretty animals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rmLa1EI/AAAAAAAABm0/qv4Ial3HIQI/s1600-h/SN850302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272870388191908930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rmLa1EI/AAAAAAAABm0/qv4Ial3HIQI/s400/SN850302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffe can only get into 1 minute of deep sleep everytime. They walk, eat, sleep for 4 minutes, 1 minute of deep sleep, wake up and walk, eat... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rPTZ4ZI/AAAAAAAABms/hPZyblqyZrw/s1600-h/SN850279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272870382051385746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rPTZ4ZI/AAAAAAAABms/hPZyblqyZrw/s400/SN850279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I share a mutual similarity with the Borneon proboscis monkey. We're from the same hometown and we have a big tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_q5lTnHI/AAAAAAAABmk/nUWZNbyVx8k/s1600-h/SN850275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272870376220892274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_q5lTnHI/AAAAAAAABmk/nUWZNbyVx8k/s400/SN850275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Rainforest Kidz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_qmmjJbI/AAAAAAAABmc/unlWt09Ld2A/s1600-h/SN850274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272870371125831090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_qmmjJbI/AAAAAAAABmc/unlWt09Ld2A/s400/SN850274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-XbzZm-I/AAAAAAAABmU/SuU0Fo6QMaY/s1600-h/SN850272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868942297799650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-XbzZm-I/AAAAAAAABmU/SuU0Fo6QMaY/s400/SN850272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-XK9WqSI/AAAAAAAABmM/i9PmXFqTAAY/s1600-h/SN850269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868937776146722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-XK9WqSI/AAAAAAAABmM/i9PmXFqTAAY/s400/SN850269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara the intelligent sealion is my next favourite. Here she's demonstrating self control performance, stopping herself to devour the fish in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-WwwBIpI/AAAAAAAABmE/jZG8ctJfnlk/s1600-h/SN850261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868930740888210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-WwwBIpI/AAAAAAAABmE/jZG8ctJfnlk/s400/SN850261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White peacocks!!! Super gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-Wu71-6I/AAAAAAAABl8/1NuLseF1avc/s1600-h/SN850248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868930253618082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-Wu71-6I/AAAAAAAABl8/1NuLseF1avc/s400/SN850248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you animals do smile! Just like little Dumbo here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-WfffvRI/AAAAAAAABl0/AAxOWEMhQZs/s1600-h/SN850247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272868926108187922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz-WfffvRI/AAAAAAAABl0/AAxOWEMhQZs/s400/SN850247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty, the others have white with black stripes. Yours is black with white stripes, that's why it makes you so special. - Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rwNp52I/AAAAAAAABm8/Qs1ipXxe11g/s1600-h/SN850333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272870390885640034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rwNp52I/AAAAAAAABm8/Qs1ipXxe11g/s400/SN850333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're special to me as always, Jeff! Thanks for coming down to visit me =) Sorry for skipping classes for a whole week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta do now is enjoy the loneliness at home. Mum's at Sabah, Zen's at KL, Coco and Babu's at Sing. It's boring to be home alone, but seriously I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Jeff, I wish that you have only bought the tickets to here. Not the return ticket. I regret for bringing you to buy the return ticket. I should have tear it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4518833220229687641?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4518833220229687641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4518833220229687641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSz_rmLa1EI/AAAAAAAABm0/qv4Ial3HIQI/s72-c/SN850302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2132358661133212749</id><published>2008-11-25T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:17:22.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad things'/><title type='text'>Today I am an angry shoemaker. Full stop.</title><content type='html'>Homo sapiens, please read everything of what I have written below. For half a year I've been managing the shoes, I met different types of characters. Stupid, Irresponsible, mad customers, the list goes on, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS TIME&lt;/span&gt;, this one big fatso has turned on my gas and fire once and for all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually spent approximately &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE WHOLE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; talking to such unsuccessful homo sapien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually spent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so much time and effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to reply all her mails, talk to her, search for a CIMB bank account high and low, ran to Singapore to get the shoes, rush through the shoes right after Cas's wedding, and reading all her rubbish nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I am stupid, but this whole crap thing is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIDICULOUSLY FOOLHARDY CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------so the story goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Intensive assessment period. Time for emails checked even if I did not expect any new orders during hiatus. Everything written below are directly copied from my gmail inbox.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 3&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;- 18.0cm - size 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 4&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;- Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it alright if we'll inform you about your orders again after mid-November. Currently we're still having our assessments. Thank you sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei @Tenladytoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 4- her&lt;/strong&gt;- well the thing is that i'm leaving back to taiwan in two weeks. a week and a half actually, and i really wanna get this for my sister. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT DELAY IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 6- me&lt;/strong&gt;-Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your exact date to fly off to Taiwan?&lt;br /&gt;Orders will only resume at 14th November. Sorry about the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;And we do mail worldwide too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and hope to hear from you soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 7- her-&lt;/strong&gt; 20 something. not too sure yet cuz i have to first pass my driving test on the 19th. how long will it take? like if i pay on the 14th, will i get it before the 19th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 8-me-&lt;/strong&gt; Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be alright, but I can't guarantee 100% the shoes will be sent to your place right before 19th, maybe 19th or 20th should be the safest. =) Hope you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and please do not hesitate to clear your doubts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's alright, please do include your particulars as stated below:&lt;br /&gt;- Full Name&lt;br /&gt;- Mailing Address&lt;br /&gt;- With/Without strap&lt;br /&gt;- With/Without Initials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei @ Tenladytoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 8-her-&lt;/strong&gt; yeah sure the 20th is okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Tiffany Chung&lt;br /&gt;Mailing Address: Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;With/Without Strap: No Strap&lt;br /&gt;With/Without Initials: No Initials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so could you please tell me the total amount and your cimb account (preferrably) or maybank? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 13-me-&lt;/strong&gt; Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shoes are under the process of making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment via Maybank funds transfer is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;Acc: 1234567890&lt;br /&gt;Total: Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops one last thing sweet =) Can I have your phone number too?&lt;br /&gt;The shoes will be sent off via Poslaju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 13- her-&lt;/strong&gt;Phone number Blah Blah Blah- okay see the problem is that in the last two weeks i've made numerous visits to maybank. more than 15, because people just can't reply fast enough..and my grandmother won't take me to maybank anymore. so is there anyway to have my transfer the money to a cimb bank? theres a cimb bank right around my place in country heights, so i could just sneak there myself..do you have like a friend who uses cimb? i could put the money into his/her account and you can get the money from him/her..i'm sorry its so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( At this point of time, I've finished Cas's wedding, fetched Jeff, got into Singapore to get her shoes, painted, air-dried and ironed. Everything done in fear of not meeting the deadline. Normally I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; start the shoes before payment is made due to previous similar stupid experience. And I was asking all my available friends if any of them has a CIMB bank account, like mad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 18- me-&lt;/strong&gt; Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sweet I have been asking a few friends if they have cimb account yet in vain. I have completed the shoes, really sorry for the inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you have any friends with internet banking? That will quite likely solve the problem =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and once again my deepest apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei @ Tenladytoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 18-her-&lt;/strong&gt; no..no internet banking. i have no more friends to ask in malaysia anyway, they're all off somewhere else for uni. i just got back from ns and i'm leaving to uni too, soon. please please ask some more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;( SHE HAD DAMN LOTS OF REASONS THAT SOUNDED SO VALID!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( At last I've found out that Jeff has a CIMB account and immediately I emailed her.)&lt;br /&gt;( At this point of time I was still very very VERY patient.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 20-me-&lt;/strong&gt; Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! I've just found one.&lt;br /&gt;CIMB savings account no: Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;Name: Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;Thank you =)!&lt;br /&gt;The shoes will be mailed off immediately when payment is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei @ Tenladytoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 20-her-&lt;/strong&gt; okay great. i'll definitely make the payment tomorrow, thanks for looking around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AFTER BLOODY 4 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No news from her. Hence I decided to sms &amp;amp; email her. She did not reply my sms, but I later got her email.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 24- me-&lt;/strong&gt;Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made the payment?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei @ Tenladytoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 25-me-&lt;/strong&gt; hey, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;due to unforseen circumstances i'm going to have to cancel the order..sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 25-her-&lt;/strong&gt; Hello there Tiffany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright. But the shoes are done long time ago. You should have informed me earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Notice that I was still that tolerant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 25-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so what if they were done a long time ago, i told you it was due to unforseen circumstances. ugh you're so inconsiderate you probably don't know how to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 25- It's alright. The effort and time spent is definitely wasted , just wanna tell u about this. And I went into Singapore all the way to get the shoes. I went all the way to ask my friends for a CIMB bank account just for you and now you're saying that I am illiterate. Probably all this effort is unforeseen unfortunately as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're being an inconsiderate customer too. The payment pending has been so long since the email stating the promise you've given for the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much. I learnt alot from customers like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei @ Tenladytoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------End of story. End of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer received any mail(s) from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking so hard. Ok if you really face unforeseen circumstances, why can't you just tell me earlier or discuss with me? She told me the shoes were supposed to be done on the 20th, and I've completed them. She told me she will pay up the day after, and I waited. I spent almost a month to deal with her. I tried my best to go along with her oh-so-many difficulties ( or excuses or lies I really don't know), concerning nothing but her convenience of the whole shoes ordering process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all these are definitely fine with me. Cause I have met a customer who talked with me for 3 months ( or 72 emails) before deciding to the design. I am alright with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT YOU SCOLDED ME ILLITERATE. YOU EVEN 'URGH!!'ED AND SAID SO WHAT IF THE SHOES WERE DONE LONG TIME AGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Chung, the shoes ( supposed to be your sister's, ordered by you bloody bitch) are now right beside me. I use my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLOOD &amp;amp; SWEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to complete them. I use &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;110% effort and care and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do this very pair of shoes. Every pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I can't read with my eyes, then you're the one who can't read with your heart. Or should I say you don't have a heart at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok I am done with all the shoutings and big bold black words and exclaimation marks. I feel happier now. &amp;amp; I'm gonna save the shoes for the flea market. Really worthless if the shoes were to have such brainless master. All I wanna do is to concentrate on happy stuff. Goodnight. Ok it's 4a.m. now. Good morning then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p/s: Worst goodbye bitch. Worst thank you bitch. But the Best Lesson I had bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2132358661133212749?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2132358661133212749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2132358661133212749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-am-angry-shoemaker-full-stop.html' title='Today I am an angry shoemaker. Full stop.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-941919335475589470</id><published>2008-11-24T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:16:21.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>Caslin and Ah Wee's wedding</title><content type='html'>Shania Twain's " From This Moment" is the song that I would wish to tune on for my wedding ( if I ever have one). When Cas and Wee came in, that particular song was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I can never tahan this kind of romantic scenario and I teared a bit or two. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th November is Jeff's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;16th November is Cas's big day.&lt;br /&gt;17th November is Leafy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was rushing like hell to and fro. Thank god I drove in with my trusty old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwaBpV9YI/AAAAAAAABlo/xwRXf5ILqYU/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272220274955515266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwaBpV9YI/AAAAAAAABlo/xwRXf5ILqYU/s400/DSC02679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caslin was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with 2 Gs. Love one another and you will be happy.  It's as simple and as difficult as that.  And I think both of them did it. They were nagging at each other all along the very important day, but trust me, they're sweeter than honey. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZzug-PI/AAAAAAAABlg/Chf5ohpueA0/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272220271219112178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZzug-PI/AAAAAAAABlg/Chf5ohpueA0/s400/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a symbol of eternity.  It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. That's what Cas had done, and I respect what she had decided for her life, and of course we all will definitely wish her a happier life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZk2PdTI/AAAAAAAABlY/uXiqkGihU94/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272220267224986930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZk2PdTI/AAAAAAAABlY/uXiqkGihU94/s400/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aren't we so proud to be her bridemaids? Net, Meng, Leafy and Wei. The super cool sisters. We are a Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZvKHAEI/AAAAAAAABlQ/GCo_mkZvSjY/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272220269992673346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZvKHAEI/AAAAAAAABlQ/GCo_mkZvSjY/s400/DSC02683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZddWQ7I/AAAAAAAABlI/W--zQLOTXbA/s1600-h/DSC02684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272220265241527218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwZddWQ7I/AAAAAAAABlI/W--zQLOTXbA/s400/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not end this post, 'cause true love stories never have endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Caslin dear: Never go to bed mad.  Stay up and fight like a cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-941919335475589470?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/941919335475589470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/941919335475589470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/caslin-and-ah-wees-wedding.html' title='Caslin and Ah Wee&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSqwaBpV9YI/AAAAAAAABlo/xwRXf5ILqYU/s72-c/DSC02679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8058417789665631454</id><published>2008-11-23T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:13:37.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>Model Shots</title><content type='html'>Sorry for all the irritating grass and ant-bitten rashes, Angela, but you've been such a great model for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlwagb9poI/AAAAAAAABlA/zB75Q_RIg88/s1600-h/_MG_2910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271868439500007042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlwagb9poI/AAAAAAAABlA/zB75Q_RIg88/s400/_MG_2910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlwEQv3_sI/AAAAAAAABk4/EL2qDT2UfcY/s1600-h/_MG_2923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271868057331433154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlwEQv3_sI/AAAAAAAABk4/EL2qDT2UfcY/s400/_MG_2923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma's basket bag is always good to be used all the time. The Malboro cowboy hat is only S$5, sold at Admiralty Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlvuDYsVRI/AAAAAAAABkw/v1CVwa1h_0Q/s1600-h/_MG_2925+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271867675787416850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlvuDYsVRI/AAAAAAAABkw/v1CVwa1h_0Q/s400/_MG_2925+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlvcGYHVyI/AAAAAAAABko/hvJgfaiFxaY/s1600-h/_MG_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271867367352653602" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlvcGYHVyI/AAAAAAAABko/hvJgfaiFxaY/s400/_MG_2940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite shot. But of course right here Angela and the sky's desatured, her face smoothen ( since she said she got lots of pimples). &amp;amp; I submitted this for my final photography assessment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I heart the rose earring I had made. Handmade &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final comment from Miss Ho, " Very good!" and I was contented. Photography is one of the most enjoyable subject I have taken so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8058417789665631454?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8058417789665631454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8058417789665631454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/model-shots.html' title='Model Shots'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSlwagb9poI/AAAAAAAABlA/zB75Q_RIg88/s72-c/_MG_2910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7154784725632527394</id><published>2008-11-19T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:52:03.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On short hiatus</title><content type='html'>I love all the pics taken by Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSQ_RVrBlVI/AAAAAAAABkQ/RGnY6S484iE/s1600-h/IMG_2973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407031038252370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSQ_RVrBlVI/AAAAAAAABkQ/RGnY6S484iE/s400/IMG_2973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSQ_Rbb51hI/AAAAAAAABkI/CNhAtj3y3Ak/s1600-h/IMG_2962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407032585442834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSQ_Rbb51hI/AAAAAAAABkI/CNhAtj3y3Ak/s400/IMG_2962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSWUr2H9OdI/AAAAAAAABkY/Y1BTnc1MUqw/s1600-h/IMG_2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270782419891206610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSWUr2H9OdI/AAAAAAAABkY/Y1BTnc1MUqw/s400/IMG_2978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSWUsH3x9-I/AAAAAAAABkg/aJ4wYDLCKHw/s1600-h/IMG_2979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270782424655198178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSWUsH3x9-I/AAAAAAAABkg/aJ4wYDLCKHw/s400/IMG_2979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna put the above pic as a header image, but isn't it rather obscene? And somemore my thigh is huge and the spider vein is obvious =/ Not a very good model for Angela, but all in all I felt so happy during the photoshoot, despite being bitten by irritating ants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what, they're taken at the Admiralty grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found that the purple layout is really noisy, hence back with this basic view. All photographs are done by Angela, camera by Johnston and of course more will be uploaded soon. Thank you Mimi for being such a great babe for the photoshoot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda busy with the start of arranging all the shoes, nagging at Jeff, reorganising my holiday schedules and new plannings for my drawing class. Tomorrow I'm going to bring the kids to the jurong bird park. =) Sorry for the delayed outing too =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, don't worry guys the shoes will be done as promised, especially Net's =). Muaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7154784725632527394?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7154784725632527394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7154784725632527394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-short-hiatus.html' title='On short hiatus'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SSQ_RVrBlVI/AAAAAAAABkQ/RGnY6S484iE/s72-c/IMG_2973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2609861525570626173</id><published>2008-11-14T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:22:31.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sweet 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Jeff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to you. I can't wait to see you. I miss you. I need you. I want to talk to you. I want to pinch your pimples. I want to pluck your white hair. I want to give you a rib crushing hug. I want to say 'It's 20 years for you, darling! Golden age!' I want to say ' Don't give up dear. Your future is so bright ahead for you!'. I want to cry in front of him. I want to say ' How dare till now then you come and find me'. I want to say I'm sorry. I want to say I did not find him too. I want to say school is fun but workload makes my shoulders so tired. I want to say at last I found art. I want to say at last I found love in my school. I want to say thank you for the scholarship dear. I want to say thanks for all the driving. I want to say I hate to quarrel with you. I want to say I'm glad we barely fight. I want to say you are my best friend. I want to bring you to the ice skating rink again. I want to swim with you in the pool. I want to be laughed by you. I don't mind if you say I'm fat. I want to say ok actually I mind a lot. I want to say that I'm sorry for not being by his side right now. I want to say if you do not appear next week I will be mad and crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to give a light peck on your cheek. I want to say I am shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday once again and it's been 2 years, baby boy. And it's not easy at all. I wonder how we can achieve all this. But seriously, we've made it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping much to see your stupid face on Monday =)!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SR2zjvcjdSI/AAAAAAAABjQ/N2btNjTDDW0/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268564565706372386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SR2zjvcjdSI/AAAAAAAABjQ/N2btNjTDDW0/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2609861525570626173?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2609861525570626173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2609861525570626173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-20.html' title='Sweet 20'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SR2zjvcjdSI/AAAAAAAABjQ/N2btNjTDDW0/s72-c/DSC02334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5422954088005848258</id><published>2008-11-12T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:59:49.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Woot!</title><content type='html'>Ok, fine the ridiculous drawing turned out to be something out of my expectation. And I'm redrawing everything, from scratch. Laugh yourself Lim Zhi Wei =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling and I don't know why. Phew. One last breath before I shut down the monitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5422954088005848258?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5422954088005848258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5422954088005848258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-woot.html' title='Double Woot!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8150576775304974985</id><published>2008-11-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:06:30.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes people!</title><content type='html'>I think that WE CAN DO IT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big smiley to you all! Free midnight oils to be topped up here! Add oil and get fat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm crazy cuz Jeffrey is coming!!! Oh for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm still crazy. It's 2a.m. now and my presentation board is coming to an end. YAYness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8150576775304974985?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8150576775304974985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8150576775304974985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes-people.html' title='Oh yes people!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6902889558770174766</id><published>2008-11-09T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:50:07.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha. No worries gang.</title><content type='html'>On another note, don't worry people, I mean I'll be 'dying' my head into that pool of work, surely ensure that I won't give up nomatterwhatsoever. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright. I've gone thru something worse in Junior College, so it's alright =) 3 subjects completed, not as good as I would want to, but I'm happy with it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Lots of smileys to you to me &amp;amp; everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6902889558770174766?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6902889558770174766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6902889558770174766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-no-worries-gang.html' title='Haha. No worries gang.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5397488484411666162</id><published>2008-11-08T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T04:50:26.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stand this week any longer.</title><content type='html'>Ok people. I'm going to die this week and back to live when this whole semester ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I give up? Can't I... can I... can't I... can I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SRWKOIzj58I/AAAAAAAABjI/OoIyEls-B20/s1600-h/DSC01855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266267314766211010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SRWKOIzj58I/AAAAAAAABjI/OoIyEls-B20/s400/DSC01855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell and till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5397488484411666162?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5397488484411666162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5397488484411666162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-stand-this-week-any-longer.html' title='I can&apos;t stand this week any longer.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SRWKOIzj58I/AAAAAAAABjI/OoIyEls-B20/s72-c/DSC01855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-712897785003651003</id><published>2008-11-03T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:03:34.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incredible Artworks'/><title type='text'>Grosgrain the Fabulous</title><content type='html'>I totally love her handmade costumes and photographs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2996098093_f675028505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2996098093_f675028505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2996095443_5c132c7629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2996095443_5c132c7629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out Grosgrain's blog through the Today's Creative Blog ( ok, you can check out the link beside), and she gaveaway all these lovely costumes exclusively handmade by her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2956882624_4985a84ea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3136/2956882624_4985a84ea2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2956899798_c10a578d52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3044/2956899798_c10a578d52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/2956882640_5145c01e54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/2956882640_5145c01e54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Marie-Thérèse Gown is probably my favourite one of all. Absolutely stunning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out her blog right here at &lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-712897785003651003?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/712897785003651003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/712897785003651003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/grosgrain-fabulous.html' title='Grosgrain the Fabulous'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2996098093_f675028505_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8052554015354037021</id><published>2008-11-03T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:58:02.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My artsy fartsy stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGnZFtUI/AAAAAAAABjA/DbAmKwu5TPU/s1600-h/DSC03694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692684886750530" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGnZFtUI/AAAAAAAABjA/DbAmKwu5TPU/s400/DSC03694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGpZM9-I/AAAAAAAABi4/5_0P1jQMBJM/s1600-h/DSC03697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692685424097250" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGpZM9-I/AAAAAAAABi4/5_0P1jQMBJM/s400/DSC03697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGQImyzI/AAAAAAAABiw/Nckp2k-FP04/s1600-h/DSC03700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692678643600178" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGQImyzI/AAAAAAAABiw/Nckp2k-FP04/s400/DSC03700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yF6ZwJmI/AAAAAAAABio/2H9yaiqMeZk/s1600-h/DSC03701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692672809936482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yF6ZwJmI/AAAAAAAABio/2H9yaiqMeZk/s400/DSC03701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tahan a picture-less post, so I insist on putting up something today, regardless of how many ridiculous amount of assignment left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) Now off with my final exhibition review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8052554015354037021?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8052554015354037021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8052554015354037021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cannot-tahan-picture-less-post-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQ_yGnZFtUI/AAAAAAAABjA/DbAmKwu5TPU/s72-c/DSC03694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-919624404226330157</id><published>2008-11-01T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:09:02.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; sian =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQwaItBxKRI/AAAAAAAABig/zMV3JYuVc_U/s1600-h/Canon+450D+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263610801317554450" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQwaItBxKRI/AAAAAAAABig/zMV3JYuVc_U/s400/Canon+450D+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I've fallen sick and moody right after yesterday's scorching hot photoshoot. Sore throat, cold and my body is feeling itchy, maybe the ants bite me while lying on the grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Please tell me how to finish all the assessment projects people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I have not found a dress or two for Cas's wedding yet. Urgh!!!! So I've decided to draw out my own design, and mum and aunt're gonna sew it. =) PhEW~~~~ That saves me lots of money and time. Plus, lots of DIY stuff and flowers at home so maybe I'm gonna do some corsages for all the girls. And I've rummaged out an old wig hidden in the storeroom, maybe I can cut some strands out, glue them into hair extensions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha~ my DIY handmade brain is working again! So let's see how will all these work before her wedding k =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things waiting for me to do.... yet so little time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-919624404226330157?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/919624404226330157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/919624404226330157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-sian.html' title='Sick &amp; sian =('/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SQwaItBxKRI/AAAAAAAABig/zMV3JYuVc_U/s72-c/Canon+450D+405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6390052686997020804</id><published>2008-10-25T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T06:49:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry. I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive &amp;amp; kickin' yeah. But this weekend, I'm feeling a bit lazy. My students have ended their exams, which left me alone now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not much inspiration for Design &amp;amp; Drawing Process. But much improvement for Photography and 3d Design. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm gonna be a fat bride(s?)maid at Cas's wedding this coming November! Such a shocking news for all of us, but I always love weddings, especially when it's my closed ones! Hope that she will be happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save more money to purchase a white dress and a pair of shoes. Might do something for the hair &amp;amp; make up too, if time and money allows =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye homo sapiens. Miss me. Time to prepare for tomorrow's children art class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6390052686997020804?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6390052686997020804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6390052686997020804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-worry-im-still-alive.html' title='Don&apos;t worry. I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4544589563690887626</id><published>2008-10-16T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:55:12.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>BibidiBabidiBoo</title><content type='html'>One heavyweight explosive bombing news right ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SPdupgfLbLI/AAAAAAAABiY/DsYjguVL3To/s1600-h/SN850087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257792749352742066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SPdupgfLbLI/AAAAAAAABiY/DsYjguVL3To/s400/SN850087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the few of us saw this little piece of paper on the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stared. Stoned. Stunned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for that split of second, we shouted like there's no tomorrow and the whole corridor trembled. Hahaha. That means there will be more time for my Gongbi and photography. Take care, Miss Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, assignments are flowing in faster than the water in the river flowing uphill. So I won't be updating as often guys, since I have decided to shield myself from blogging, online shopping and other unneccessary stuff and concentrate on the art stuff=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4544589563690887626?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4544589563690887626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4544589563690887626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/bibidibabidiboo.html' title='BibidiBabidiBoo'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SPdupgfLbLI/AAAAAAAABiY/DsYjguVL3To/s72-c/SN850087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5460424583254193017</id><published>2008-10-14T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:16:54.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Sports is human life in microcosm.</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell freaking surprising. For four years I'd given volleyball a pass, and Nafa sports day just re-realise my old favourite game. Since I'd left Sabah I have not taken even one step into an actual match. But that very Friday, I was so glad that Ray the boss forced me to get into the game =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast of champions is not cereal, it's the opposition. That's what I've learnt from the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's my very first attempt of becoming a real setter! I was always a spiker in the 'younger' years though. Honestly, I did nothing much, and I did not really play a good game, but I was so happy that I'd never thought of being near to the net again, and feeling your feet sinking into the sand just spells awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then I realise, a setter is the hardest to be. You got to set the ball nicely, almost perfectly, to the spikers so that they performed flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO97Wr2xvWI/AAAAAAAABzk/YNzTCoWdkYQ/s400/Canon+450D+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" height="551" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO97Wr2xvWI/AAAAAAAABzk/YNzTCoWdkYQ/s400/Canon+450D+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!! Nafa's really very cute and I think I enjoy the sports day quite a lot. Thanks for the team, the Fine Art gang who came down for the support =")! And to all the wonderful photographers who got sunburn later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO98N42l_RI/AAAAAAAABzs/a4KbP4AFRpI/s400/Canon+450D+374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the afternoon, we visited Angela's 'supermarket' at Bishan, ate lunch, had a good walk and hearty chat at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO95e3MwsEI/AAAAAAAABy8/ZKNBMbkF-lo/s400/Canon+450D+456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO95e3MwsEI/AAAAAAAABy8/ZKNBMbkF-lo/s400/Canon+450D+456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO95EKm2l1I/AAAAAAAABy0/0KWPBdls090/s400/Canon+450D+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO95EKm2l1I/AAAAAAAABy0/0KWPBdls090/s400/Canon+450D+430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures were shoplifted from &lt;a href="http://www.changethyjohn.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.changethyjohn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best shot of Johnston's flying across the sky. Nice nice nice!!! And for goodness sake, I think he made me get addicted in taking pictures, and the craving of getting a dSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, people, I bought a new camera!!!! &amp;amp; 3 cheers &amp;amp; 3 cheers for Weiwei!! Woot! Double woot!! Time to capture all the memories everyday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5460424583254193017?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5460424583254193017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5460424583254193017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/sports-is-human-life-in-microcosm.html' title='Sports is human life in microcosm.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJUfXnY4rhA/SO97Wr2xvWI/AAAAAAAABzk/YNzTCoWdkYQ/s72-c/Canon+450D+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6808994064291095638</id><published>2008-10-09T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:04:27.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>To hell and back. Full stop.</title><content type='html'>Good evening homo sapiens (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; if you still are one after all the hustle and bustle of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), and I'm back from my trip to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are now bloodily aching after the never ending cutting of XXXL-hard corrugated cardboards and a few merciless burns contributed by the good old glue gun. ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew. I'm using lots of stupid words, juxtaposing everything together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the library for the whole day, wearing the same old shoes that was soaked in the rain the day before ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;powderfully smelly man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...), cutting and glue-ing out a random artifact ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which I had totally no idea what I was doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...). I know my mood &amp;amp; heart are somewhere else, but not in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO41oSuMVqI/AAAAAAAABho/zTcNf1w9rUI/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255196781524571810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO41oSuMVqI/AAAAAAAABho/zTcNf1w9rUI/s400/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO41oS15eNI/AAAAAAAABhw/XXzeKZ9_VQg/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255196781556889810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO41oS15eNI/AAAAAAAABhw/XXzeKZ9_VQg/s400/DSC02602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to have the day passed at the library to staying inside the stuffy painting studio ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tying to gasp in some fresh air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...) and insist on looking at the teacher's owe-punching face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you expect us to do? A skyscraper? When you did not even teach us anything about it, just throw in the assignment and do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I forgot. Correction. Nafa's a college. And we, the students here, are supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;independent individuals who will go and do researches and get inspiration from any corner of the world... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pay that much for a 3 hour tutorial just to come and get some meaningless assignment. Excluding my tuition grant and asean scholarship, I'm actually paying almost $70 for a 3 hour tutorial like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and yup you're right, money does flies down from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better, after putting so much effort in achieving your final 3d artifact, you just show your teacher a while, let them &lt;strong&gt;catch a glance &lt;/strong&gt;on your masterpiece, listen to their relatively useless, and take a picture of it by saying "&lt;strong&gt;cheeses crust&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submit. So that's the life of your tour de force. Captured inside the tiny frame, and do you know how much difference it is to view at the work of art itself than looking at the pictures?????? Pictures only speak a thousand words. The work itself speaks a river and sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, so did you say maybe the teachers remembered our actual design? When they couldn't even remember our names over and over and over again, asking whether I'm from Malaysia for the 8000th times, forgot and mispronounced my name for the 9000th times and asking Angela whether she's from China for the 10000th times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada yada &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yada yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yada yada yada yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, ok I think I'm way out of board now but those are my heart felt utterance. Nevertheless, I still enjoy school life with the great people around. And trust me, I think I learn more from my friends than from the teachers. Sometimes hanging around with them chatting, gossiping, drinking kopi O Kau Kau, eating Add Add Add rice, or doing absolutely nothing means a lot to me. Don't ever underestimate the value "doing nothing". Even the 3 seconds of interval between two breaths rest the mind by a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mimi's onigiri, Eza's penknife ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to cut the boards lah not to cut myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), Johnston's silence, Shane's omg stunts, Angela's tittle tattle and nagging(s), Mr Hu's uncle-ish sweaty gan gan zuo encouragement. All the mutual hi-byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly. My sunshine and old friends who are locked deeply in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least. Myself. Without all this I won't learn so much everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again! I'm always comparing how horrible life there is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!) life back in the junior college, it was more tiring and arduos, but it's weird, it's art, it's something I like. Even though I was mad as written at the abovementioned, but till the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's well that ends well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was still sitting in the library for the whole day, wearing the same old shoes that was soaked in the rain the day before ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;powderfully smelly man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...), cutting and glue-ing out a random artifact ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which I had totally no idea what I was doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...). I know my mood &amp;amp; heart are somewhere else, but not in me. BUT BUT once in a while my mood and heart come back when I suddenly laugh at a joke sunshine told me a week ago, or the gang just splurted out a dirty yellow joke, or a sweaty uncle suddenly ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should use the word consistently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) acting like a 3 year old, or a long hair extension tickled pass by my face, or the cute silence, or the rhythm of a new beatbox hit, or a pleasant soprano's high pitching of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all of that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433FmLJ0I/AAAAAAAABh4/NfoFTzKSNa0/s1600-h/DSC02526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255199234722572098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433FmLJ0I/AAAAAAAABh4/NfoFTzKSNa0/s400/DSC02526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenfeng's landscape. I called it " The sweaty swan lake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433FO5b0I/AAAAAAAABiA/KF9-3FJZ-KY/s1600-h/DSC02588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255199234624941890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433FO5b0I/AAAAAAAABiA/KF9-3FJZ-KY/s400/DSC02588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433D3ix3I/AAAAAAAABiI/zSuBKZDNlr8/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255199234258552690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433D3ix3I/AAAAAAAABiI/zSuBKZDNlr8/s400/DSC02600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433VeE3HI/AAAAAAAABiQ/HNtMEQ96gqs/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255199238983572594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO433VeE3HI/AAAAAAAABiQ/HNtMEQ96gqs/s400/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gongbi paintings! I really love gongbi a lot actually. Despite the truckloads of homeworks, we spent some pleasing quiet moments watching the teacher paint the florals petals by petals, showing us how to paint, every stroke of it. Now that's what I call a worthy and fulfilled class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Ogay, time to sleep, cuz there's Nafa sports day tomorrow! And I just wanna enjoy it =)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6808994064291095638?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6808994064291095638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6808994064291095638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-hell-and-back-full-stop.html' title='To hell and back. Full stop.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SO41oSuMVqI/AAAAAAAABho/zTcNf1w9rUI/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5662740595720741249</id><published>2008-10-07T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:08:00.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad things'/><title type='text'>Fraud Case Alert!</title><content type='html'>Completed my Gongbi painting, left with 3d designs template and BAH, I'm two steps nearer to my bolster and blanket and huggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I say goodnight, PLEASE PERUSE the lines below carefully. Originally written by Ruth Chua from &lt;a href="http://lylarose.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://lylarose.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favourite LJ store. You'll know that there's actually such fanatical people living in the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/fraud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/fraud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;( By Ruth from Lyla Rose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following TE's fraud case, we have a story of our own. Happened about 3 days ago after I launched the most recent 3rd October entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She used the email of &lt;a href="mailto:altlove@live.com"&gt;altlove@live.com&lt;/a&gt; . But we also found out later she has been switching emails and using different emails altogether for past transactions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds Interesting? Read On.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the 3 receipts she has used and doctored in hope that I will be a fool and take in her orders. Guess she was too greedy this time. Geez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/altered1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/altered1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/altered2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/altered2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/altered3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/altered3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always found it fishy for buyers to insist on making several transactions for 1 post . From now on, combine all your items into 1 receipt. I will NOT ALLOW SEVERAL TRANSACTIONS UNLESS YOU ARE AN IB USER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, the receipts look real and unaltered. But I wasn't a fool to going to beleve that these transactions are real. It is true that are are transactions of that amount when i called the bank up. But the transactions belong to SOME OTHER HONEsT BUYER. Not this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EVEN AFTER I ASKED HER IF THESE RECEIPTS ARE FAKE,SHE PROCEEDED to "MAKE" ANOTHER TRANSACTION FOR MY PRADA INSPIRED FRINGE BAGS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/IMG0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/IMG0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WOW LOOK! THE TRANSACTION REF NUMBER SUDDENLY CHANGED FROM 5000+ TO 9000+It is also true that there was a transaction of 45 bucks at 11 o clock. But that transaction belonged to MY FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, confirmed my suspicion that these are fake and doctored receipts. At this point, I began to check through ALL her previous transactions and found out that she has been doctoring 3 other receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, those are backorder items that I have NOT sent out because stocks are NOT HERE YET.I found out her BASE RECEIPT. AND luckily for me, That was the only item from THIS EMAIL ACCOUNT that I sent out. As the other 3 receipts that she has doctored are backorder items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/DSC00909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i518.photobucket.com/albums/u342/lylarose_/DSC00909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above receipt is also doctored by her.This time, she insisted on having made a transaction when the ITEM WAS STATED SOLD OUT 5 HOURS AGO BEFORE SHE MADE THIS TRANSACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on a refund as item is sold out and claimed that she is new to online shopping. I GAVE HER A REFUND EVEN THOUGH THAT WAS A DOCTORED RECEIPT AS I DIDN'T FIND OUT THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later found out that she owed her friend money and made use of my kindness to her own advantage. Very well. I cannot stand being taken advantage of and being the resident evil bitch that I am, I decided to create hell for these fraud users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE WHO HAS BEEN DOCTORiNG AND PHOTOSHOPPING YOUR RECEIPTS THINKING THAT I HAVE TOO MANY TRANSACTIONS AND WILL NOT CHECK UR RECEIPT. YOU BETTER THINK AGAIN. BECAUSE I NOW KEEP AN EXCEL SHEET OF ALL ATM TRANSACTIONS. ONCE I FIND OUT IT IS DOCTORED, I WILL PLAY YOU AROUND AND THEN REPORT YOU TO THE POLICE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, BACK TO THE STORY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called the bank up and reported this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sent an email to this girl telling her I am going to report this matter to the authorities as XING/jay is in the police force and he'll help me through all the procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette here! to me show details Oct 3 (3 days ago) Reply&lt;br /&gt;hey sorry!am very sorry!i will stop this for sure!please dun report me! ):i will not do this anymore!PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I'LL NEVER EVER DO IT ANYMORE!AND PLEASE DUN REPORT THIS TO POLICE!I CAN SWEAR FOR MY LIFE I WUN DO IT ANYMORE!PLEASE FORGIVE! I ONLY DID THIS RECENTLY. ):&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DIDNT KNOW IT WILL BE SO SERIOUS!PLEASE DUN REPORT ME!I WILL NEVER EVER DARE TO DO IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TAKEN YOUR WARNING!PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I SWEAR I'LL NEVER DO THIS KIND OF THING ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS POINT, I WAS IRRITATED. I TOLD HER OFF IN A VERY NOT-SO-POLITE WAY AND TOLD HER SINCE I HAVE SENT OUT HER ITEM ONCE, I STILL RECORDS OF THE MILING ADDRESS.AND THIS WAS HER REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette here! to me show details Oct 3 (3 days ago) Reply&lt;br /&gt;please ruth, please forgive me!even that address i've given is my friend's actually, please dun find them.i know wad i did is wrong alr, please really forgive me, i will never ever do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry!please dun report police PLEASEEEEEE!i haven cheated from you much, please cancel all my orders.i pleadddd for your forgiveness, please dun report police please. ):you can warn other sellers about me, as i will not do it anymore, dun worry!i did it for a sudden greediness, i know it was wrong now, you've alr warned me how scary it is.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I WUN DO IT ANYMORE REALLY!PLEASEEEE! PLEASE FORGIVE!i will never ever, please give me a chance! ):&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeeeeeeee, please reply when you've seen this!and also, ):please be careful of other buyers as well, cos not only scanned receipts can be fake, snapshots can be fake as well. ):i hope you'll check all transactions super carefully by counting them one by one by the date next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No replies from me as I was handling other emails and checking through all payments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette here! to me show details Oct 3 (3 days ago) Replyplease forgive me, dun report me to police please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , she thinks by using her friend's address, I will not be able to catch her. She is damn wrong. Because then , i will report her friend as an accomplice. No mercy. I hate such friends. Trying to pull each other's ass down. I told her I did not wish to converse with her anymore and would be reporting this case for sure. directly to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No replies from her.. but 2 days later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION : MY HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;TIME : 11 PM. (READ, IT IS PM, NOT AM)&lt;br /&gt;DOOR BELL RINGS: 2 LADIES STAND OUTSIDE MY DOOR AS I WENT TO ANSWER IT. WHO CAN IT BE AT THIS HOUR?&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND OUT THAT IS IS HER MOTHER AND SOME FELLOW CHURCHMATE.&lt;br /&gt;STARTED BEGGING ME TO LET GO OF THE MATTER STATING REASONS LIKE : YADA, SHE IS STILL YOUNG, YADA, HER BOYFRIEND WAS THE ONE THAT GAVE HER THE IDEA.. YADA. SHE REALISED HER MISTAKE. YADA, SHE LOST HER FATHER YADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YADA.YADA.SHE WANTS TO COMMIT SUICIDE*PLAYS SOME WEIRDO SOUND EFFECT FROM AUDIENCE THAT GOES SOMETHING LIKE "WAHHHH"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS POINT. i WAS GETTING REALLY PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my first sentence to her is:" Do you know it is extremely rude for you to come up to my place. I did not invite you, nor gave you permission to come up to my place. furthermore, at this ungodly hour.I feel that you have intruded my privacy and will not hesitate to ask the guards to come up now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started crying and begging. Ok , i admit, I got a little soft hearted because here is her mother, trying her best to protect her kid. OK, so i told her, I have already reorted it to the bank and it is up to the to decide if they want to pursue the matter but from my side I would let her go. (but in my heart im like, no way im letting this go so easily pls get out of my sight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. she started preaching to me?!"thank you god i just got baptised today actually god will bless you yada yada yada. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My daughter wanted to commit suicide because of this, my heart very pain i cannot sleep i confide in god.. yada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm really sick of all the suicide threats and at this point, I simply told her politely to get lost and if her daughter really wants to commit suicide, that means her life is not even worth the 100 odd dollars that she has attempted to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this case serves as a warning to all fellow atm users.I am still trying to figure out the perfect way for genuine buyers to verify their payment easily, do leave a comment if you have any suggestions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other sellers out there who has encountered the same email fraud, I will assist you fully in getting your refunds back if you need any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes by these other email accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:foolishjiayu@gmail.com"&gt;foolishjiayu@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; (her boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:wenzhuang_1989@hotmail.com"&gt;wenzhuang_1989@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; (her other account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:altlove@live.com"&gt;altlove@live.com&lt;/a&gt; (it's a random acc that she used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will be the END of all fraud cases out there. The next time there is one, I will not even warn you, Im going straight to the police.It is truly sad that online shopping has to be resorted to fraud cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we are still figuring out what is the best way to verify genuine atm transactions. do leave your suggestion behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I met lots of extremely good customers, they even bought me gifts and sent me cards, which I don't really encourage. But I've met some ridiculous customers too. Doing business is all about the risk here and there. I'd faced delivery failures previously, but I chose to redo the shoes and cards or fully refunded back to the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for this kind of cases, it's RIDICULOUS. She's abusing the usage and 'service' of Photoshop editting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian terima kasih dan selamat malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5662740595720741249?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5662740595720741249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5662740595720741249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/fraud-case-alert.html' title='Fraud Case Alert!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6686045563846710871</id><published>2008-10-06T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:47:53.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>I'm dead.</title><content type='html'>Those condescending looks from the haughty neighbours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear, please tell me what's the best therapy for peer pressure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6686045563846710871?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6686045563846710871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6686045563846710871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-dead.html' title='I&apos;m dead.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4662699686121668514</id><published>2008-10-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:57:01.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing Class'/><title type='text'>My first drawing class... to teach!</title><content type='html'>I've been doing lots of tuitions and personal drawing classes and voluntary art &amp;amp; crafts lesson, but this time, it's my first ever drawing class, conducted by me exclusively, with my own classroom, and my beloved children =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=( Ok fine, some of the boys were impished and badly-behaved, but all in all it's just a wonderful first hand &amp;amp; first time experience! You can learn many things from children.  How much patience you have, for instance. And I'm oh-so looking forward for the next class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEaeUX5EI/AAAAAAAABhQ/3H7-6s49eRk/s1600-h/DSC02574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253664924421841986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEaeUX5EI/AAAAAAAABhQ/3H7-6s49eRk/s400/DSC02574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local fruits ,done by Liang Ee, a super uber adorable 7-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEa-GwfvI/AAAAAAAABhY/lacbnRaSyIU/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253664932954668786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEa-GwfvI/AAAAAAAABhY/lacbnRaSyIU/s400/DSC02575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Colour Wheel by Eeqal my handsome 8-year-old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEaxglGKI/AAAAAAAABhg/bRSnJ1ijwrw/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253664929573312674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEaxglGKI/AAAAAAAABhg/bRSnJ1ijwrw/s400/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is done by Liang Yuan, Liang Ee's little bro of 5-year-old. That menace can really create chaos in the room, especially when he started rolling and somersaulting on the floor and by the piano seat. It's more like a love-hate relationship, but no choice cuz he is TOO CUTE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me that a child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer. And children are way too unpredictable.  You never know what inconsistency they're going to catch you in next. But still, I think it's my best job ever I've ever had, besides Tenladytoes =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heart Miss Tan and Teacher Ong from Royale Music School! Muak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4662699686121668514?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4662699686121668514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4662699686121668514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-drawing-class-to-teach.html' title='My first drawing class... to teach!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOjEaeUX5EI/AAAAAAAABhQ/3H7-6s49eRk/s72-c/DSC02574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2138232487117146830</id><published>2008-10-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:25:12.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My artsy fartsy stuff'/><title type='text'>OOH! for Octagon Octopus October</title><content type='html'>All my girls have undergone a massive plastic surgery- that's what Zen said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZqw3yYVI/AAAAAAAABgs/zx20Wdn-Qpo/s1600-h/DSC02556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252984606582530386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZqw3yYVI/AAAAAAAABgs/zx20Wdn-Qpo/s400/DSC02556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely hideous I tell ya, spent a whole afternoon's effort doing it but it turned out undone and real BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZrEpQBxI/AAAAAAAABg0/EiLX5IGxLsg/s1600-h/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252984611890267922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZrEpQBxI/AAAAAAAABg0/EiLX5IGxLsg/s400/DSC02559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better. I was inspired by Shane's miniscule letter. And yes, I trully believe the fact that a woman speaks an average of 7000 words more than a man everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZrMccX5I/AAAAAAAABg8/mF8myeSNGwY/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252984613984034706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZrMccX5I/AAAAAAAABg8/mF8myeSNGwY/s400/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then till the end of the day, I got too lazy and I simply wrote the words with water and hard old poster colours. If you can see what words I'm writing, tell me and I'll give you a little pressie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And notice I did a big change for this tiny blog's layout too? Yes at last I've changed! And the theme fitted well, like once in a "purple" moon. I was too excited to sleep ( Mimi, Shane and Johnston are coming to my place tomorrow and the children's drawing class is starting on Sunday!!!) and I stayed up to do some html and photoshop thingy I'd never touched for a gazillion years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing to change the skin for a very long time, but my digital tablet's spoilt for good =(, and this purple mysterious tone has tempted me for so long. Might a wee bit hard to view all the pictures, but that's how the secrecy of it forms right yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've added out all my favourite websites too. Hope the long lists will irritate you but you will certainly regret for not visiting them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now here's my favourite part. Time for bed. People like me who snore always fall asleep first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2138232487117146830?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2138232487117146830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2138232487117146830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/ooh-for-octagon-octopus-october.html' title='OOH! for Octagon Octopus October'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOZZqw3yYVI/AAAAAAAABgs/zx20Wdn-Qpo/s72-c/DSC02556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7199377508624732969</id><published>2008-10-01T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:18:35.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>Huh, uh-oh I can't think of a title right now...</title><content type='html'>It was such a LONG MONDAY. Along with the usual monday blues routine, I found it hard to complete the still life drawing. BAD monday. BAD still life day. BAD drawing day. Yet as usual, I enjoyed school a lot with the crazy souls around the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have a good rest since there's no class on Tuesday and Hari Raya's on Wednesday, but all of a sudden, I urged myself to sms Miss Ho ( Photography lecturer), to plead her to give Angela and I one last chance to redo our pinhole images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, she said yes! How good can she be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that also indicates that I will have a hectic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrRyymA5I/AAAAAAAABfk/Dek__hEW7bM/s1600-h/DSC02547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229912624235410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrRyymA5I/AAAAAAAABfk/Dek__hEW7bM/s400/DSC02547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, sound so 'chim' for the pinhole cameras right? This Milo tin is supposedly our DIY cameras, sprayed entirely black internally, choose an ideal location, and take a picture for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, and I would love to try it again next time, but it turned out that our 'cameras' had some problems and all the images that we took turn out in black. &amp;amp; I mean ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''''-__-'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrR3aidyI/AAAAAAAABfs/j1XVOQ0dJ8g/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229913865516834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrR3aidyI/AAAAAAAABfs/j1XVOQ0dJ8g/s400/DSC02546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we had each other that day. I was all alone in the dark room at first, which turned out to be quite scary. Mimi came and helped out later. Thanks for the photo paper and your wonderful help honey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes guess what again, Angela agreed to become my shoe model! Hahaha! I've been pulling the dudes around to help out. If I own a SLR, I will take almost everyday cuz you'll get addicted taking pictures ( of others), like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrSGvhTjI/AAAAAAAABf0/9ahAQ2Ggf6Y/s1600-h/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229917980053042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrSGvhTjI/AAAAAAAABf0/9ahAQ2Ggf6Y/s400/DSC02535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrSINgp7I/AAAAAAAABf8/uic0mKLwPto/s1600-h/DSC02532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229918374274994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrSINgp7I/AAAAAAAABf8/uic0mKLwPto/s400/DSC02532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrSO9f7ZI/AAAAAAAABgE/c5nm6b8VTRE/s1600-h/DSC02531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252229920186166674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrSO9f7ZI/AAAAAAAABgE/c5nm6b8VTRE/s400/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, please don't laugh at my shots skills if you think they're not good, but I was having so much fun with this pretty model and everything turned out well =)! Angela looked a bit stiff at the last pic, but all in all the shots are gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been doing a lot of self reflection nowadays. I think of what people told me in the bus, I think of what I thought of in the ladies', I think of what should I do in my slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you agree more that each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't agree more. I thought I was always calm and steady internally ( you may see me as a crazy person on the outside), but that day one little old man reminded me about my stubbornness, regardless of anything. I was quite ignorant about it. Yet, when I sat down and reflected back, my mind coincided with all the previous doggedness I had at all times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda abstract and surreal, should not elaborate more here. Straight and forward, sometimes I thought I'm not stubborn, but actually I'm stubborn at alot of things, in a manner of pros and cons. Got it? Tell me too if you have such feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the tags from everyone, I teared again. You guys rock! One day I should post out stories behind the names I heard of so that we all can feel proud of what's being given as blessings when we're born!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7199377508624732969?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7199377508624732969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7199377508624732969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh-uh-oh-i-cant-think-of-title-right.html' title='Huh, uh-oh I can&apos;t think of a title right now...'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOOrRyymA5I/AAAAAAAABfk/Dek__hEW7bM/s72-c/DSC02547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6686109707390096793</id><published>2008-09-30T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:40:33.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My artsy fartsy stuff'/><title type='text'>September ends! Wake up!</title><content type='html'>Johnston's post title reminded of this song. I loved this song a lot last time, but now no more. What a stupid song. Ok I think Jeff knows why. Inside story... &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is officially an end ( Goodness, how fast time pass in NAFA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiBaArFGI/AAAAAAAABe8/fHfE1RpmqkU/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867891768956002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiBaArFGI/AAAAAAAABe8/fHfE1RpmqkU/s400/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a blank puzzle, so I sprayed the drawing on a cardboard and cut out the puzzle patterns. Hellish lots of effort! Anyway, this is a dedication to Royale Music School, and I'm starting my children's drawing class this weekend! WOohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB2x9oFI/AAAAAAAABfE/SqCZY5MjYCk/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867899491885138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB2x9oFI/AAAAAAAABfE/SqCZY5MjYCk/s400/DSC02115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gongbi =)... no I should put this grouchy face &gt;=-(. Because of Gongbi I skipped both Investigating Art &amp;amp; Photography lessons, because of Gongbi I lost my wallet!!!! Stupiak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB7TnLoI/AAAAAAAABfM/lr8FjsHxmYs/s1600-h/DSC02529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867900706762370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB7TnLoI/AAAAAAAABfM/lr8FjsHxmYs/s400/DSC02529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still life, not still at all, and not the final one. Alvin Tan came and forced a scar onto my background, which totally affected my mood for the WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB_keuVI/AAAAAAAABfU/G-h9R_rGYCQ/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867901851253074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB_keuVI/AAAAAAAABfU/G-h9R_rGYCQ/s400/DSC02449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady made out of torn paper who obviously needs some plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiCR7waWI/AAAAAAAABfc/PI4zBftvNq4/s1600-h/DSC02440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867906780719458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiCR7waWI/AAAAAAAABfc/PI4zBftvNq4/s400/DSC02440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiBaArFGI/AAAAAAAABe8/fHfE1RpmqkU/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still life again. Still life every week. Monochrome everywhere. Monochrome everyweek. Soon I'll be a still life myself and a monochromatic human too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB2x9oFI/AAAAAAAABfE/SqCZY5MjYCk/s1600-h/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiB7TnLoI/AAAAAAAABfM/lr8FjsHxmYs/s1600-h/DSC02529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya had not come and now I'm here thinking of Deepavali's holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6686109707390096793?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6686109707390096793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6686109707390096793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-ends-wake-up.html' title='September ends! Wake up!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJiBaArFGI/AAAAAAAABe8/fHfE1RpmqkU/s72-c/DSC02192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4499023592099659137</id><published>2008-09-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:20:18.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Fruity Day &amp; a fruitful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't believe in Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest and that homo sapiens were originally apes, but at that very first day of school, everyone was holding a banana around the campus like monkeys or gorillas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJXrfNx0lI/AAAAAAAABek/ULspr5nlrMk/s1600-h/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251856520092701266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJXrfNx0lI/AAAAAAAABek/ULspr5nlrMk/s400/DSC02452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've totally gone bananas! Funny and playful day, it's the Nafa Vibrancy and Fruit day where talented students show off at the stage and fruits were given free that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJW3CU1_fI/AAAAAAAABec/6hZw02VHhgE/s1600-h/DSC02473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251855618984508914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJW3CU1_fI/AAAAAAAABec/6hZw02VHhgE/s400/DSC02473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my Gongbi class, haha! Eh I got listen what the teacher said ogay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUEwD69DI/AAAAAAAABdM/dyO2SNz7gJU/s1600-h/DSC02456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251852556064977970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUEwD69DI/AAAAAAAABdM/dyO2SNz7gJU/s400/DSC02456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUFU557PI/AAAAAAAABdU/_PaQ8-xYJHc/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251852565955079410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUFU557PI/AAAAAAAABdU/_PaQ8-xYJHc/s400/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJZaDhobvI/AAAAAAAABe0/7MYCyct0PXM/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251858419625258738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJZaDhobvI/AAAAAAAABe0/7MYCyct0PXM/s400/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of handcrafted stuff from the VIBRANT students, check out Shirley's jewelry blog here- &lt;a href="http://www.ministryofbeads.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ministryofbeads.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ! Angela and I were super kiasu and kaypoh ( trying my best to use up all the addicted Singlish) that she bought a pair of earrings, a bracelet. And I eked out my meagre pocket money to purchase a pearl multiwear necklace. After that I was BROKE "legitimately".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUFkqI6WI/AAAAAAAABdc/-5QfOh87K6g/s1600-h/DSC02460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251852570183919970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUFkqI6WI/AAAAAAAABdc/-5QfOh87K6g/s400/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the campus, there's a lot of peculiar looking drink cans sold at the vending machine. I'm always so curious to try out some of them especially POCCA SWEAT ( Will you really perspire after drinking?) and this brown drink can. But unfortunately they all turned out rather lousy =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUF3jsKkI/AAAAAAAABdk/fvu-6FQ51sk/s1600-h/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251852575257143874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUF3jsKkI/AAAAAAAABdk/fvu-6FQ51sk/s400/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe she wore a pair of jeans and matched it with a scarf today. Angela looked totally different, but prettier =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUGYnP_CI/AAAAAAAABds/MIzQEPnKdfs/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251852584130444322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJUGYnP_CI/AAAAAAAABds/MIzQEPnKdfs/s400/DSC02467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When night called in, I was too exhausted to go back home. A total dead beat for me and guess what, I stayed at Mimi's place! And my, I thought I was living in a resort for free ( Exclaimed! ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJW2qW5NeI/AAAAAAAABeU/fmZyTsZSAV0/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251855612550657506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJW2qW5NeI/AAAAAAAABeU/fmZyTsZSAV0/s400/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWLov3KFI/AAAAAAAABd8/pUaD2Vn0rag/s1600-h/DSC02490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251854873384134738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWLov3KFI/AAAAAAAABd8/pUaD2Vn0rag/s400/DSC02490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWMIIh6xI/AAAAAAAABeE/UoZ9zvrkTFU/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJW2ezEt6I/AAAAAAAABeM/Lfa139Ll0I0/s1600-h/DSC02488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251855609447626658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJW2ezEt6I/AAAAAAAABeM/Lfa139Ll0I0/s400/DSC02488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWMIIh6xI/AAAAAAAABeE/UoZ9zvrkTFU/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251854881809099538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWMIIh6xI/AAAAAAAABeE/UoZ9zvrkTFU/s400/DSC02489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really very nice! Thanks sweety I enjoyed the stayover! Even though I was extremely nervous going there. Met Mimi's dad, sis and her pretty feline Pearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJXr14O0hI/AAAAAAAABes/-0G3MzEZxJg/s1600-h/DSC02450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251856526176342546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJXr14O0hI/AAAAAAAABes/-0G3MzEZxJg/s400/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, night people I gotta get my forty winks in my slumberland now. Wenfeng and the "CLOSED" board look good together! HaHAha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now then I notice that all my paragraphs are very croppy, unrelated, and lousy too. Nevermind, it will not spoil my mood to crave for some siesta right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWLNnOysI/AAAAAAAABd0/Q06UPilfouM/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251854866100177602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJWLNnOysI/AAAAAAAABd0/Q06UPilfouM/s400/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, I took a shot with my amazing stuntman Shane!!! He's always doing all sorts of entertaining, awe-inspiring and jaw-breaking scenes. But I totally love his beatboxing =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, SELAMAT HARI RAYA PEOPLE!!! There's firecrackers in my village here! Awesome! And the Malays are all looking oh so pretty in their traditional costumes, that's what I love to see during season's greetings. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okok I'm really going off now, TOODLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4499023592099659137?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4499023592099659137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4499023592099659137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/fruity-day-fruitful-day.html' title='Fruity Day &amp; a fruitful day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SOJXrfNx0lI/AAAAAAAABek/ULspr5nlrMk/s72-c/DSC02452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7745575943305284234</id><published>2008-09-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:41:01.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self contemplation'/><title type='text'>A mask of myself</title><content type='html'>I always try to do the best in everything, especially in studies. But I was utterly disappointed by a little photography assignment given back these few days. It's a normal SLR diagram, I did research and drew it down carefully, but still I got a crude C. I helped others with their work too, and they got better results, of course. Some came up to me and flaunted. " Hey, I just did it before the class starts, and I can get better results than you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, what's wrong with me, as if I'm born guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little assignment, not supposed to be mentioned, but it made me down to thinking so much these few days. I did terribly BAD for photography module. Especially the pinhole cameras images. Everyone got such beautiful pictures, while everytime I came out of the dark room, my images were just as black as the dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was equally black and dark too. I can't even complete such a simple task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people like me are actually not worth mentioning after all. Some classmates or teachers forget my names like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What's your name?" ( On the first day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Zhi Wei =)" ( Politely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sorry, but what's your name again?" (2nd day, 1st month, 2nd month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Zhi... Wei... =" ( 2nd day, 1st month, 2nd month, sadly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The girl at the back!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Zhi (4th sound) Wei (3rd sound)!" ( STUPID wrong hanyupinyin for so many times and it sounded like a guy's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Erm... sorry... but I keep forgetting your name." ( In lift... after introducing for the 6th time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh... I'm ... Zhi ... Wei... nvm if you forget." ( WTH sound &amp;amp; look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always blame myself for not having an English name. It's like people nowadays must have a good english name! Mum and Dad, please bring me to the immigration to add one! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in hometown, I never get such problems. But when everyone here sees you in your english name, I almost got berserk. I really love my name, but nowadays I hate it more and more. During my secondary school year here, the teachers even discussed my name's actual pronunciation in the staff room. What on earth is going on. Externally, I said " Nvm" or " It's ok" or " Oh you can call me anything" or " You can take me as a guy!".... Internally I am in a state of sheer distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SN0ksl1HeSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/d2wuibXxVrA/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250393089071610146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SN0ksl1HeSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/d2wuibXxVrA/s400/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really love the gang I hang out with in class everytime. But are we really that bad or lazy? There's a bitch that hangs around with us some time ago and now she just totally ignored us in class, like we didn't know each other since the start! We play all the time, but we do work all the time too, can't you bear to lose a bit, can't you just don't reveal your kiasuness? Why must you go and hang out with all the upper class people who show off their works all the time in front of the studio all the time? Are you really that desperate and hardworking? I wanted to say hi to you that day but you did not even glance up! I thought you're mature enough but no, you really disappoint us a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I never care a bout all these pieces of craps around me, there're a lot of such homo sapiens floating around in junior college, but in nafa, yes there's such homo sapiens too. Well, all in all, good luck in your life and I hope you have true friends with you. Knowing such extraordinary people like you taught me a lesson. Continue to live in your own world then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be like you. I do not wish the people I love to be like you. I do not wish any other people to be like you. Here, I will tell myself that I will be myself. Even though I am sad now but I know I will pick up and continue down the road. All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naive. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Double sigh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such an honest post. I am in my quandary now that I can't help to splurt out. Sometimes we are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn and let go. It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. And I hope I possess a lump of that audacity too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7745575943305284234?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7745575943305284234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7745575943305284234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mask-of-myself.html' title='A mask of myself'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SN0ksl1HeSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/d2wuibXxVrA/s72-c/DSC02412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7037947334158805161</id><published>2008-09-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:06:10.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love, and a cough, cannot be hidden</title><content type='html'>Like what I said in the previous posts, I had a pile of pics waiting to be uploaded. Normally, I will get very lazy to post up all the pics, even if I did think of it initially, I will tend to waste my time. Blog hopped around, chatted with friends, checked emails and orders, and till the end of the night, it was too draggy to post up the pics. But today, NO! I can't be bothered with anything else, cuz maybe I enjoy posting up Mr.Chew's pictures a lot =D * Wide smile* And they never fail to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOArOOUdI/AAAAAAAABck/A60TWGOX1vA/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016301628150226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOArOOUdI/AAAAAAAABck/A60TWGOX1vA/s400/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! My chauffeur drove me up to Genting! A suave chauffeur somemore, I love the person only, not the tyres ( Jeff drove a bit too fast I almost got drunk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOAxdlekI/AAAAAAAABcs/425Pifrvr-w/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016303303195202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOAxdlekI/AAAAAAAABcs/425Pifrvr-w/s400/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, sweety, seriously you're tooOOO fast! I will never ever survive driving out of KL next time, with so many such drivers like him. =( Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOBB3Pq1I/AAAAAAAABc0/mDHX2l-BCmQ/s1600-h/DSC02307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016307705785170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOBB3Pq1I/AAAAAAAABc0/mDHX2l-BCmQ/s400/DSC02307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cable car time! I was as excited as a little kid, as for goodness sake, it's been oodles of ages since I got up to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvMAgFY-QI/AAAAAAAABcM/NNv-zVEvAB0/s1600-h/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250014099615054082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvMAgFY-QI/AAAAAAAABcM/NNv-zVEvAB0/s400/DSC02314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvMBenqrNI/AAAAAAAABcc/XqatLLki-nw/s1600-h/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250014116401818834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvMBenqrNI/AAAAAAAABcc/XqatLLki-nw/s400/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvMBAwQQ7I/AAAAAAAABcU/yFyvTfUwjak/s1600-h/DSC02313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250014108384773042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvMBAwQQ7I/AAAAAAAABcU/yFyvTfUwjak/s400/DSC02313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His innocent look again. * Melting in front of the monitor teehee=)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvKzsEqnyI/AAAAAAAABb8/9Bu7NnvG2qA/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250012779983314722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvKzsEqnyI/AAAAAAAABb8/9Bu7NnvG2qA/s400/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvKzBWvOMI/AAAAAAAABb0/En4eHevAqb8/s1600-h/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250012768516389058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvKzBWvOMI/AAAAAAAABb0/En4eHevAqb8/s400/DSC02341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvKzyBCyyI/AAAAAAAABcE/hsaTJLpVj1o/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250012781578734370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvKzyBCyyI/AAAAAAAABcE/hsaTJLpVj1o/s400/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGPA6tpAI/AAAAAAAABbM/FaJBCme0-Bo/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250007751877043202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGPA6tpAI/AAAAAAAABbM/FaJBCme0-Bo/s400/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We planned to eat buffet, but eventually, we chose our favourite Sushi King =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGPWp232I/AAAAAAAABbU/XdoLNDcDaqo/s1600-h/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250007757711925090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGPWp232I/AAAAAAAABbU/XdoLNDcDaqo/s400/DSC02330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGPkLesgI/AAAAAAAABbc/rSbgiTNrVuc/s1600-h/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250007761342607874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGPkLesgI/AAAAAAAABbc/rSbgiTNrVuc/s400/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unagi rocks to the core!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGP5u-9FI/AAAAAAAABbk/N94iWrIqbuM/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250007767128667218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGP5u-9FI/AAAAAAAABbk/N94iWrIqbuM/s400/DSC02332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGQnL7F1I/AAAAAAAABbs/3J30_c6O3xE/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250007779329644370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvGQnL7F1I/AAAAAAAABbs/3J30_c6O3xE/s400/DSC02333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very saccharine day. Full of sweetness. I thought I got diabetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7037947334158805161?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7037947334158805161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7037947334158805161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-and-cough-cannot-be-hidden.html' title='Love, and a cough, cannot be hidden'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNvOArOOUdI/AAAAAAAABck/A60TWGOX1vA/s72-c/DSC02297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6954531660862327957</id><published>2008-09-22T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:53:01.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Good blogging Day</title><content type='html'>Like how a good hair day/good shoes day/ good art day matter a lot to me, a good day and time to blog is kinda essential too. It's been so long since I got updated online and I wrote 4 posts at one go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXF4Q2KI/AAAAAAAABak/ECS2SXaKsqg/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888587810822306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXF4Q2KI/AAAAAAAABak/ECS2SXaKsqg/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad that we took more photos this time. Everytime I met Jeff, I was too happy that I forgot my phone cam. And he looked extremely retardedly cute here. By the way, we're at Genting again, which is just behind his house =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXQbtqOI/AAAAAAAABas/lQIkiET60Qs/s1600-h/DSC02345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888590643865826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXQbtqOI/AAAAAAAABas/lQIkiET60Qs/s400/DSC02345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXx4p3dI/AAAAAAAABa0/wvHBirie7I4/s1600-h/DSC02346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888599623622098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXx4p3dI/AAAAAAAABa0/wvHBirie7I4/s400/DSC02346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMYD7aadI/AAAAAAAABa8/PVq56c10Fvo/s1600-h/DSC02347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888604467030482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMYD7aadI/AAAAAAAABa8/PVq56c10Fvo/s400/DSC02347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMYJ1OUWI/AAAAAAAABbE/CpcvIcetXpg/s1600-h/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248888606051684706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMYJ1OUWI/AAAAAAAABbE/CpcvIcetXpg/s400/DSC02348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfJ_gfzpsI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Lj279IjQ9b4/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248885983615887042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfJ_gfzpsI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Lj279IjQ9b4/s400/DSC02349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclaimed! He's cute =D! I sound more like his fan right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfJ_zUjOzI/AAAAAAAABaE/RGN2hj5QejU/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248885988668947250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfJ_zUjOzI/AAAAAAAABaE/RGN2hj5QejU/s400/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taz &amp;amp; Bunny in Raya costumes! Uber cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfKAOzgafI/AAAAAAAABaM/yacaOlpSMLM/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248885996046543346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfKAOzgafI/AAAAAAAABaM/yacaOlpSMLM/s400/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfKAYNBfVI/AAAAAAAABaU/Xacp4ydjLS8/s1600-h/DSC02352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248885998569487698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfKAYNBfVI/AAAAAAAABaU/Xacp4ydjLS8/s400/DSC02352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfKAm3aaZI/AAAAAAAABac/RpYTgwf62mU/s1600-h/DSC02356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248886002505378194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfKAm3aaZI/AAAAAAAABac/RpYTgwf62mU/s400/DSC02356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bears are all kinda handicapped. Take a look at their eyes!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH8nV-H8I/AAAAAAAABZU/5LVU8-C4wdw/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248883734890815426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH8nV-H8I/AAAAAAAABZU/5LVU8-C4wdw/s400/DSC02358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH8y3XASI/AAAAAAAABZc/9kIdSoVi7YY/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248883737983648034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH8y3XASI/AAAAAAAABZc/9kIdSoVi7YY/s400/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH9OMc-jI/AAAAAAAABZk/cBXixqd_ErE/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248883745319877170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH9OMc-jI/AAAAAAAABZk/cBXixqd_ErE/s400/DSC02364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, no stupid uncles inside the cable cars as before. Hahaha. I think Jeff looks SHOOOO CUTE here! **shy shy**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH9p3tuXI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Fgs43-OWs7o/s1600-h/DSC02374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248883752749087090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH9p3tuXI/AAAAAAAABZ0/Fgs43-OWs7o/s400/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH9f1icTI/AAAAAAAABZs/xwegzzq3lzY/s1600-h/DSC02393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248883750055604530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfH9f1icTI/AAAAAAAABZs/xwegzzq3lzY/s400/DSC02393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGKsdm0SI/AAAAAAAABYs/luuj0QN8w80/s1600-h/DSC02396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881777759932706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGKsdm0SI/AAAAAAAABYs/luuj0QN8w80/s400/DSC02396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGK_kkEuI/AAAAAAAABY0/bLyEj82FxTQ/s1600-h/DSC02397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881782889386722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGK_kkEuI/AAAAAAAABY0/bLyEj82FxTQ/s400/DSC02397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, I never smoke, but why do I have such dark lips outline? Maybe I drink too much coffee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGLBFj-UI/AAAAAAAABY8/QcE5fKU6DlE/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881783296227650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGLBFj-UI/AAAAAAAABY8/QcE5fKU6DlE/s400/DSC02399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, when Jeff comes in, I really gave up. He's PRO at giving unsightly scenes to the cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGLsbS0ZI/AAAAAAAABZE/kUTZjkfM9ns/s1600-h/DSC02400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881794930102674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGLsbS0ZI/AAAAAAAABZE/kUTZjkfM9ns/s400/DSC02400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGLwUyhDI/AAAAAAAABZM/u4n_zgBrMXs/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248881795976561714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfGLwUyhDI/AAAAAAAABZM/u4n_zgBrMXs/s400/DSC02401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahaha. I had a good laugh looking at all these pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6954531660862327957?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6954531660862327957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6954531660862327957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-blogging-day.html' title='Good blogging Day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SNfMXF4Q2KI/AAAAAAAABak/ECS2SXaKsqg/s72-c/DSC02334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6150482462756874369</id><published>2008-09-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:08:17.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw. I got inspired. I drew.</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows I'm a good student ( thick skinned face with lots of ICA paint). I even bring my sketchbook out during my holiday/honeymoon! See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-nsAte2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7gPpywF8w-s/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873479761918818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-nsAte2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7gPpywF8w-s/s400/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trusty sketchbook, 2B and kneadable eraser. But now my pencil is 5cm shorter =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-nx3xNRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xiTK6DA7xqI/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873481335026962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-nx3xNRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xiTK6DA7xqI/s400/DSC02411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been searching the web, browsing thru Ikea mags and art books to get inspiration. This is Jeffrey &amp;amp; Jeremy's table. **Miss miss miss miss **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-n3yfsAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/XGax1VX6TkQ/s1600-h/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873482923520002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-n3yfsAI/AAAAAAAAAZA/XGax1VX6TkQ/s400/DSC02227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never like cities, though I'm living in one partially, travelling in one right now. Always a kampung girl at heart, I feel like I just came out of the well. Like a wet ugly frog. But they do have some nice sceneries among the cement jungle =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-oOknwrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/opJyPaQOnbg/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873489039344306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-oOknwrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/opJyPaQOnbg/s400/DSC02255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-oYe4KlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rYJ11y0cY44/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248873491699608146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-oYe4KlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rYJ11y0cY44/s400/DSC02407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Petronas Twin Tower never fails to amaze me. Daylight, they're a natural beau. Nighttime, they're a pair of naughty kitties, brightening up the whole city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6150482462756874369?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6150482462756874369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6150482462756874369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-saw-i-got-inspired-i-drew.html' title='I saw. I got inspired. I drew.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe-nsAte2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7gPpywF8w-s/s72-c/DSC02412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5106452345727983597</id><published>2008-09-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:06:16.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Bumpy Old Train</title><content type='html'>It was a real big decision I made for myself, a fast and furious one. The politics were a havoc nowadays and yet, right before 916, I decided to take the train up to the city. A girl, big looking yet fragile in mind, seriously I found nothing wrong travelling by myself at the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, journeys via trains are so much more secured compared to buses, even though it means you'll have 8 hours of butt-bumping enjoyment. But to me, it's perfectly fine, I even doubt if I'll snore inside the train ( Laugh out LOUD)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6GEPeggI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wP5c5wCkhnI/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868504104239618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6GEPeggI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wP5c5wCkhnI/s400/DSC02423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic me right! I was snuggling comfortably in my bed yet I still forced myself to sketch out something! But it was actually an unusual fun, especially when I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6Gqkpx7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dyYljgK2_50/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868514393606066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6Gqkpx7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/dyYljgK2_50/s400/DSC02424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6Gi59RBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sQTE0O0gxIc/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868512335479826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6Gi59RBI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sQTE0O0gxIc/s400/DSC02425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the upper decker ( How do you say when you're sleeping upstairs of the double decker bed??) and secretly took a picture of this uncle reading his Singapore newspaper=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6G97Cf2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/y0CXA-uMnKM/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868519587774306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6G97Cf2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/y0CXA-uMnKM/s400/DSC02426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the train is clean ( besides the lavatory), quiet and a nice choice of transportation. Me like me like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6HI6JrCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iBh0P66WmHA/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248868522536840226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6HI6JrCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iBh0P66WmHA/s400/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few Caucasians down there, reading our LAT Kampung Boy comics! I felt so touched that the foreigners do appreciate the local art afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you tell me that trains are really old fashioned and darn slow, you're absolutely wrong. I feel like I'm a backpacker, enjoying the process of the journey rather than haphazardly trying to reach your destination as fast as possible. I mean, what's the point of travelling yeah? My my, I should do more of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, you can even book your tickets online! &lt;a href="http://www.ktmb.com.my/"&gt;http://www.ktmb.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5106452345727983597?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5106452345727983597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5106452345727983597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favourite-bumpy-old-train.html' title='My Favourite Bumpy Old Train'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ToV97nHA4_0/SNe6GEPeggI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wP5c5wCkhnI/s72-c/DSC02423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6803987865119174011</id><published>2008-09-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:05:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes can you believe it that</title><content type='html'>eventually I'm back here =) Sad to say that I miss the holiday, but yes, there's a lot of things waiting to be done. Guess I'll need to quickly go into Singapore to settle all the debts and homework and stuff =( Apologies for Vernise I owe you the layout. And the gang who lent me money when I lost my wallet, I was really grateful. I will slowly pay back everything k =) Thanks! It's been soooOOO long since I stepped foot into the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can anyone figure out what happen to gmail? I couldn't long in to my paperbar account. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not the mood to get prepared for everything yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6803987865119174011?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6803987865119174011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6803987865119174011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yes-can-you-believe-it-that.html' title='Oh yes can you believe it that'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6346973242168096220</id><published>2008-09-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:06:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOH lala today's the day!</title><content type='html'>Today I am the happiest person in the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my train tickets to Kuala Lumpur ( insist on spelling out the full name) from Monday night to Thursday night. It's a night train, that means I get to sleep at the double decker beds. I chose to slept upstairs, challenging for most of them out there, but to me, regardless of how bumpy &amp;amp; noisy the train is, I will sleep dead till tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...Open my eyes and I will be faraway!!! Okay, not that far, but at least it's somewhere outta all the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of my life. I just have fun, relax, look out for more inspiration, and of course to fill up the emptiness of half of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty heart, a wasted pump. - Rash Rash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMfqt6pHNEI/AAAAAAAABYg/zcoH8WiL_Uc/s1600-h/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244418365652939842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMfqt6pHNEI/AAAAAAAABYg/zcoH8WiL_Uc/s400/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uber happy vacation mood awaiting =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6346973242168096220?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6346973242168096220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6346973242168096220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/ooh-lala-todays-day.html' title='OOH lala today&apos;s the day!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMfqt6pHNEI/AAAAAAAABYg/zcoH8WiL_Uc/s72-c/DSC02070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6886489401503982803</id><published>2008-09-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:07:33.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenladytoes'/><title type='text'>Sudden Jusco trip + TLT photo shoot</title><content type='html'>Hello there homo sapiens, or whatever creature around here =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Happy Belated Birthday to Miss Visa!&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy Holiday for Meng to Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy Holiday for Aiwee to Sri Lanka!&lt;br /&gt;4. Happy Holiday for Me to nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm planning to check out the train schedule tomorrow so that I can grab my tickets to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; about the lost of my wallet, I hope the thief ( which is YOU) will read this post and yes, I really wish to curse you to death, but I just want back my S$80+, IC, atm &amp;amp; debit card, last but not least my precious notes &amp;amp; pictures =( You made me stoning at the police station for one whole afternoon and they punished me 200bucks for losing my IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Still gotta settle my bank cards yet. What trully matters is that I lost my neoprints with Jeff and a miniature note from Shane. ( Deep sigh in dismay**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the day I lost my wallet ( Outside the study area of school library, beware people, students are actually THIEVES!), Joanne &amp;amp; Joseph gave me a visit. It's like a temporary therapy for me, and how glad I was that they came and look for me. Hence, I postponed all my tuition classes and decided to be an irresponsible teacher once in a blue moon. I even brought along Winnie, my student along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove the guests to JJ Jusco, got lost along the road, almost headed up to KL, while trying hard to survive on the road dealing with some ferocious lorry drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8a-QEFI/AAAAAAAABYE/gh9sA0P7Avc/s1600-h/P05-09-08_16.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244060174059049042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8a-QEFI/AAAAAAAABYE/gh9sA0P7Avc/s400/P05-09-08_16.47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8YBogAI/AAAAAAAABYM/qC3VqozuNEI/s1600-h/P05-09-08_15.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244060173267927042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8YBogAI/AAAAAAAABYM/qC3VqozuNEI/s400/P05-09-08_15.18%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8soYYkI/AAAAAAAABYU/M9BepmRqkLc/s1600-h/P05-09-08_15.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244060178799157826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8soYYkI/AAAAAAAABYU/M9BepmRqkLc/s400/P05-09-08_15.17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring in the toilet. Jo bought a Topman male's shirt for only RM49. I regretted for not buying it! And the maxi dress from &lt;a href="http://my-shoppingspree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Myshoppingsprees&lt;/a&gt; looked marvelous on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajT6T2D9I/AAAAAAAABXU/9jS_boh2FRI/s1600-h/P050908_16.24%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058378584854482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajT6T2D9I/AAAAAAAABXU/9jS_boh2FRI/s400/P050908_16.24%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie had helped me to move my house previously and I treated her a Starbucks drink. Aren't kids easy to feel contented=)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUPDLC-I/AAAAAAAABXc/S0KF8qwGuOc/s1600-h/DSC02139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058384152071138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUPDLC-I/AAAAAAAABXc/S0KF8qwGuOc/s400/DSC02139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad eyes day! My left eye couldn't terminate its tearing, and Joseph's specs save my day. I look like a housefly definitely, have been trying to find the best specs for so many years yet in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUZo5X6I/AAAAAAAABXk/xpEd-UGj2cM/s1600-h/P050908_16.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058386994651042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUZo5X6I/AAAAAAAABXk/xpEd-UGj2cM/s400/P050908_16.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, Jeff's only male friend from KL in Singapore. A funny guy to get along with. I think all KLians are humourous actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak7xVShII/AAAAAAAABX8/_LnvceuVV7Q/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244060162881389698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak7xVShII/AAAAAAAABX8/_LnvceuVV7Q/s400/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two had been playing the whole day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUnFtbvI/AAAAAAAABX0/rf3pODagkfk/s1600-h/P05-09-08_16.47%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058390605164274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUnFtbvI/AAAAAAAABX0/rf3pODagkfk/s400/P05-09-08_16.47%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, Jo was wearing her canvas pumps. I was desperate to look for some model shots for Tenladytoes, and she was my model for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUqBkfuI/AAAAAAAABXs/OXoJpSTSYYk/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058391393107682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMajUqBkfuI/AAAAAAAABXs/OXoJpSTSYYk/s400/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaicv14DwI/AAAAAAAABWs/YBKILjz4lW4/s1600-h/jo+panaromic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244057430881996546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaicv14DwI/AAAAAAAABWs/YBKILjz4lW4/s400/jo+panaromic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaicrK774I/AAAAAAAABW0/HQkzYzH8OKk/s1600-h/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244057429628153730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaicrK774I/AAAAAAAABW0/HQkzYzH8OKk/s400/DSC02146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaic5sXsaI/AAAAAAAABW8/57kgFrKSb74/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244057433526481314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaic5sXsaI/AAAAAAAABW8/57kgFrKSb74/s400/DSC02151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaidA-3rwI/AAAAAAAABXE/6Arp7BCZn4I/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244057435483123458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaidA-3rwI/AAAAAAAABXE/6Arp7BCZn4I/s400/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaidTAoquI/AAAAAAAABXM/emJFeCd0h80/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244057440322366178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMaidTAoquI/AAAAAAAABXM/emJFeCd0h80/s400/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfecto! I love all the shots! My model's gorgeous isn't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6886489401503982803?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6886489401503982803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6886489401503982803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/sudden-jusco-trip-tlt-photo-shoot.html' title='Sudden Jusco trip + TLT photo shoot'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMak8a-QEFI/AAAAAAAABYE/gh9sA0P7Avc/s72-c/P05-09-08_16.47.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4511554949434619057</id><published>2008-09-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:01:23.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Malaysia's National Day cum Mum's birthday</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I got some peculiar comments and funny questions about my nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you from China?" ( For goodness sake they are all so fair, do I look like one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Obviously you're not from Singapore..." ( Ya thanks to my heavy mandarin accent with lots of hakka &amp;amp; canto &amp;amp; malay campur-ing like rojak inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you from the Phillipines?" ( Well, if Sabah is being grabbed off by them few decades ago I would definitely be one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Are you from Hawaii?" ( Hello?? This is so funny! I know I am not tan, not fair, just not the right colour, loves bohemian style and maxi dress, but do you see me wearing the long grassy skirt and coconut bra???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am here to say, hi guys, I'm Zhi Wei and I'm from Sabah, Malaysia. ( Seriously I love introducing myself to me myself not others) And Happy 51st birthday to you, old girl! ( Since people regard countries as "she" so perhaps Malaysia is actually a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and right now, I know it's such a late post to show off my chestful of patriotism towards this Jalur Gemilang, but holiday's finally here and I can eventually relax down and type out this blah blah lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMApNCj_5eI/AAAAAAAABWg/stT1n-JPLNg/s1600-h/malaysia+sabah+flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242235270262154722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMApNCj_5eI/AAAAAAAABWg/stT1n-JPLNg/s400/malaysia+sabah+flag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully captured piece of the flags of Sabah, the land below the wind, and Malaysia's Jalur Gemilang. And now I'm attempting to rant out all the pros and cons of this country of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We complain here and there and we get subsidized fees for the petrol, but we ended up queueing up in the post office for 6 hours for that RM600+, while the staff claiming not enough cash to give out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Well, I love the bloodily red Hibiscus ( our national flower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We have the highest car accident rate worldwide which makes me hate driving more and more. Some purposely takes the priority to "bully" me on the road when they see my big "P" ( Trial driving sign) at the car. Same goes to all the people who just get their driving licenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a love-hate relationship at the tropical weather here. It's scorchingly hot that I smell like a fox after perspiring. It rains and I could not wake up for school. But when I travel to countries with different climates, my skin ended up getting flaky or even rashes all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People outside know us for our shaky politics, bad looking crime rate and all the makan suap incidents too. But of course, in terms of degree of politics transparency, it's definitely better than some other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We definitely have lots of beautiful places around. Beaches, mountains, caves, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chinese students who score 11As actually fail to get into a Malaysia's university. While once in a while, my grandpa told me that some doctors are almost illiterate. No offence, but this is really true-er than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Woots! We have lots of places to go around all year round! Whether it's urban or village, we've got it right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish for lesser rapists, robbers, thieves, drug addicts not only here, but the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The food is never a thumb down sign I tell ya. Yeehaa~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm getting tired right after only 10 points. 41 more points to go. Can I just say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to mum!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMAof5WPQqI/AAAAAAAABWY/aKnwVQlo8Q0/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242234494694408866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMAof5WPQqI/AAAAAAAABWY/aKnwVQlo8Q0/s400/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum singing with her two die-die-must-always-be-together best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you a lot though today you scolded me for losing my wallet ( more about that later), although you did not pass me your high nose gene to me, although you always make fun of me, I still love you the most!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, it's 3 am and I really gotta sleep and start my term break well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4511554949434619057?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4511554949434619057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4511554949434619057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-malaysias-national-day-cum-mums.html' title='Happy Malaysia&apos;s National Day cum Mum&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SMApNCj_5eI/AAAAAAAABWg/stT1n-JPLNg/s72-c/malaysia+sabah+flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-3226691380074175978</id><published>2008-08-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:54:02.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A visit to Toni &amp; Guy, candidly</title><content type='html'>Everything's a little bit off the tune. I still love school that much, but assignments always pile up  like a mountain and I can never put a flag at the summit. &amp;amp; from bad to worse, I've been mad at Wenfeng as frequent as twice a week! That mad guy is driving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( Aah.... I really need a dozen of Red Bulls right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shoes, they are in a mountain too! This is awfully retarded, but have you heard of people complaining for good business? Now I do, right here, I wanna complain that the orders are non stop, business is a bit too good than I expected, I couldn't find a partner, and even after I post up a short break announcement, I really hope the customers have read that =( &amp;amp; because of the shoes, Babu and I quarreled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, can I say I feel like give up? =( It's not what I wanna decide but time does not allow me to do that. Giving up a lot of things a lot of loves, that's what I'm thinking right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd2t5HKEI/AAAAAAAABWA/0x6_y7SpaXI/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239619148593965122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd2t5HKEI/AAAAAAAABWA/0x6_y7SpaXI/s400/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-destruction is the effect of cowardice in the highest extreme. The ORDinary me. The ODDinary me... I couldn't believe I can feel so down even because for the things I love in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier post ( change mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy externally, but in my mind, I was craving to get out of the drawing studio to breathe some fresh air and for once forget about all the ridiculous assignments. So I called Hueyjia &amp;amp; Auyeong to have lunch. CLASS SKIPPED. ( But later I quickly came back and reported to Mr. Tay hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of a sudden, around the Bugis junction fountain, the Toni &amp;amp; Guy staff approached us for free haircuts. Dots... I was wondering if our hair looked that horrible till they will just wanna find us among that huge crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, alright, we decided to give it a try. Some guinea pigs experiments I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd3CbIWzI/AAAAAAAABWI/PP4IuduBlns/s1600-h/DSC02031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239619154105359154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd3CbIWzI/AAAAAAAABWI/PP4IuduBlns/s400/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd3VkSpkI/AAAAAAAABWQ/qRRfWXOL6iM/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239619159244056130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd3VkSpkI/AAAAAAAABWQ/qRRfWXOL6iM/s400/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auyeong hearts my scarf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc9UYQhEI/AAAAAAAABVY/iPxDzifJ3iI/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618162492736578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc9UYQhEI/AAAAAAAABVY/iPxDzifJ3iI/s400/DSC02033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc97YdVjI/AAAAAAAABVg/lwCd_C-qb-0/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618172962559538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc97YdVjI/AAAAAAAABVg/lwCd_C-qb-0/s400/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, sneakily taking pictures in the room. The hairstylist/teacher was behind instructing all the tutors about the procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc-Rrqh-I/AAAAAAAABVo/EhQ5bFNK48Q/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618178948696034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc-Rrqh-I/AAAAAAAABVo/EhQ5bFNK48Q/s400/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc-t1l_-I/AAAAAAAABVw/5sS12huMANU/s1600-h/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618186506534882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc-t1l_-I/AAAAAAAABVw/5sS12huMANU/s400/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc-6LBHgI/AAAAAAAABV4/GatyvduwTqM/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239618189817617922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbc-6LBHgI/AAAAAAAABV4/GatyvduwTqM/s400/DSC02039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcNlYRlyI/AAAAAAAABUw/tafLy_oBnIo/s1600-h/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617342422488866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcNlYRlyI/AAAAAAAABUw/tafLy_oBnIo/s400/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times where I need to stand up to let the hairstylists cut my hair. Sadly, I said goodbye at all the strands of hair falling down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcN14LbSI/AAAAAAAABU4/zhAfQNYa50k/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617346851269922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcN14LbSI/AAAAAAAABU4/zhAfQNYa50k/s400/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcObSQqgI/AAAAAAAABVA/DMw0KByBRN4/s1600-h/DSC02047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617356892776962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcObSQqgI/AAAAAAAABVA/DMw0KByBRN4/s400/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcOhmJ8FI/AAAAAAAABVI/qsUumqY-1Eg/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617358586835026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcOhmJ8FI/AAAAAAAABVI/qsUumqY-1Eg/s400/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcPLpCOpI/AAAAAAAABVQ/J6UoTE57x0s/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239617369873201810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbcPLpCOpI/AAAAAAAABVQ/J6UoTE57x0s/s400/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbawsv9ulI/AAAAAAAABUg/26XAHTLUZSQ/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239615746673064530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbawsv9ulI/AAAAAAAABUg/26XAHTLUZSQ/s400/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally dig for Hueyjia's haircut! She looks like Queen Cleopatra in the pic right =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbaXKNGhjI/AAAAAAAABUY/4LB9kZ_RG2c/s1600-h/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239615307903305266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbaXKNGhjI/AAAAAAAABUY/4LB9kZ_RG2c/s400/DSC02053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a fringe girl, and I think it looks super weird &amp;amp; oversleek. But everyone gave out good comments that I look younger. Totally saddening, it means I look like 30+ with the hair previously???? I still prefer the old hair actually ;( No more strands running down my boobs hahaha. But after some time, the hair becomes dryer and I manage to accept the new look of mine, though it doesn't look much different =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZx-ztxYI/AAAAAAAABUI/X0aUv2cDf9o/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239614669188875650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZx-ztxYI/AAAAAAAABUI/X0aUv2cDf9o/s400/DSC02054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZyPW07OI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vSkbBKk3jvQ/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239614673631112418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZyPW07OI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vSkbBKk3jvQ/s400/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZZSY6xwI/AAAAAAAABT4/RVgfh202O94/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239614244948461314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZZSY6xwI/AAAAAAAABT4/RVgfh202O94/s400/DSC02056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben &amp;amp; JK waiting for us girls. After that, they 'escorted' us to NYDC to have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZaHq1zII/AAAAAAAABUA/5XNWllIg4M8/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239614259250711682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbZaHq1zII/AAAAAAAABUA/5XNWllIg4M8/s400/DSC02058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, three of us! I love them the most! The twins are the craziest people to hang around. Even if you just keep quiet and watch them talk, it's so entertaining and drama feeling! Auyeong &amp;amp; Hueyjia's bangs rock to the core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you wanna get a free haircut, just get the complimentary ticket from me! Seriously it's hard to get something that worthy around the island, and Toni &amp;amp; Guy has excellent service undoubtedly. ( Hello??? Who doesn't Toni &amp;amp; Guy here huh???) &amp;amp; also, the hairstylists actually claimed that it's hard to get models for them to cut their hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, this guinea pig experience is after all worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-3226691380074175978?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3226691380074175978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3226691380074175978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/visit-to-toni-guy-candidly.html' title='A visit to Toni &amp; Guy, candidly'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbd2t5HKEI/AAAAAAAABWA/0x6_y7SpaXI/s72-c/DSC02029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7440496667614920122</id><published>2008-08-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:48:23.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love is retarded</title><content type='html'>Love is not blind, I think love is totally retarded. We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so happy together last time, remember? And now, after a year and 9 months, we are soOOO far apart, but we.... are still happy together, so that's why. I can't explain how retarded love is, but that's how it exists, just like that, retardedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Fine, enough of my lamechop recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTE7r64LI/AAAAAAAABS4/gHPUGA_OrFs/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239607298186993842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTE7r64LI/AAAAAAAABS4/gHPUGA_OrFs/s400/DSC01982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey and his family came down to the bloody island to find the bloodily surviving me! But only for around 4 days, I felt totally unfair for both of us. **Sigh in heavy dismay** I even forgot to take a picture with him, and you can see how unfair it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFHzKwnI/AAAAAAAABTA/xymzI8iFKYc/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239607301438620274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFHzKwnI/AAAAAAAABTA/xymzI8iFKYc/s400/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFLLFPJI/AAAAAAAABTI/F_pOi7kb-B4/s1600-h/DSC01985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239607302344227986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFLLFPJI/AAAAAAAABTI/F_pOi7kb-B4/s400/DSC01985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFSSp01I/AAAAAAAABTQ/WCVqr_ShMD4/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239607304255034194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFSSp01I/AAAAAAAABTQ/WCVqr_ShMD4/s400/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFcGcWjI/AAAAAAAABTY/amD1MMYnc_g/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239607306888174130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTFcGcWjI/AAAAAAAABTY/amD1MMYnc_g/s400/DSC01987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gladly, we managed to eke out our meagres incomes to have some lovely meals at Sushi Tei and Thank God in Friday's, two of my favourite restaurants! And Jeff came to stay over at my place, visited mum at the hospital, helped me move my house... and all the miscellaneous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mr. Chew. You're more than my sunshine =) Anyone can catch my eyes, but it's only you who's that special to catch my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7440496667614920122?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7440496667614920122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7440496667614920122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-retarded.html' title='Love is retarded'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLbTE7r64LI/AAAAAAAABS4/gHPUGA_OrFs/s72-c/DSC01982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1003097077862319335</id><published>2008-08-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:20:31.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lame stuff'/><title type='text'>Good Engrrrishy</title><content type='html'>I almost laughed out my lungs &amp;amp; other internal organs after reading &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. Ok I'm always up there but these are really out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA23V_TXKI/AAAAAAAABSE/wBIyUITIJH8/s1600-h/20080315-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746691055246498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA23V_TXKI/AAAAAAAABSE/wBIyUITIJH8/s400/20080315-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thais are really humourous here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA2iBLw8tI/AAAAAAAABR8/ICJ_0LA7zo4/s1600-h/20050711-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746324693119698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA2iBLw8tI/AAAAAAAABR8/ICJ_0LA7zo4/s400/20050711-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA3ZHWtTQI/AAAAAAAABSM/UQ-NPOi3x64/s1600-h/20051207-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237747271242435842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA3ZHWtTQI/AAAAAAAABSM/UQ-NPOi3x64/s400/20051207-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't charge your handphones, you electrify them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA2VohMLFI/AAAAAAAABR0/JSRtAx3VyxU/s1600-h/20051210-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237746111913667666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA2VohMLFI/AAAAAAAABR0/JSRtAx3VyxU/s400/20051210-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out that " Many privates" and "3 text cures".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA2FNRylNI/AAAAAAAABRs/KaD0IWXuBQI/s1600-h/20051210-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237745829723411666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA2FNRylNI/AAAAAAAABRs/KaD0IWXuBQI/s400/20051210-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA14Dh28TI/AAAAAAAABRk/BUgMEJY3B2I/s1600-h/20051210-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237745603768152370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA14Dh28TI/AAAAAAAABRk/BUgMEJY3B2I/s400/20051210-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are... totally speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1003097077862319335?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1003097077862319335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1003097077862319335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-engrrrishy.html' title='Good Engrrrishy'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SLA23V_TXKI/AAAAAAAABSE/wBIyUITIJH8/s72-c/20080315-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7040317891098790102</id><published>2008-08-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:26:54.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Tears and Happy moments</title><content type='html'>Lack of updates &amp;amp; postings can only mean one thing, I've been FREAKINGLY busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything that happened nowadays seemed to be &lt;strong&gt;tearing&lt;/strong&gt; my body apart. I'd been &lt;strong&gt;tearing&lt;/strong&gt; all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mum got Denggi and was admitted to the hospital. I &lt;strong&gt;teared&lt;/strong&gt; for 2 days 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wenfung scolded multiple vulgarities and calling me ' fat woman', ' a pool of shit in a bed of roses' etc in school. I &lt;strong&gt;teared&lt;/strong&gt; despite knowing the fact I'm fat and he himself claiming that it's literally a sheer joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeffrey came to JB &amp;amp; Singapore! I &lt;strong&gt;teared&lt;/strong&gt; most horribly. I don't know since when I've been tearing and till when I will end all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- So now, I feel like writing a post that can make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7tbETtPsI/AAAAAAAABQc/yjuT7dFLXfI/s1600-h/1_929783967l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237384465947115202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7tbETtPsI/AAAAAAAABQc/yjuT7dFLXfI/s400/1_929783967l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the memorable pictures we'd taken when I went back to school months ago. My 2 surviving JC darlings, Auyeong &amp;amp; Hueyjia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7yFtW4mFI/AAAAAAAABRc/-ADaAURNuSg/s1600-h/1_404502269l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237389596567312466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7yFtW4mFI/AAAAAAAABRc/-ADaAURNuSg/s400/1_404502269l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine left JC too, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7xt-NRbBI/AAAAAAAABRM/Ag3fRcfmRM4/s1600-h/1_499496236l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237389188773538834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7xt-NRbBI/AAAAAAAABRM/Ag3fRcfmRM4/s400/1_499496236l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she pretty? Yaya I know I am fat ( Wenfung, there's no need to remind me twice and I know the fact!) and in this picture my face looks like a pot of steamboat beside Hueyjia's delicate perfect face. She's my hair &amp;amp; beauty consultant for your information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7xODiMAHI/AAAAAAAABRE/u_xulSNi0HQ/s1600-h/1_607526565l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237388640447627378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7xODiMAHI/AAAAAAAABRE/u_xulSNi0HQ/s400/1_607526565l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7xEHt0ZZI/AAAAAAAABQ8/IQT4nphKQ_k/s1600-h/1_635150695l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237388469771462034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7xEHt0ZZI/AAAAAAAABQ8/IQT4nphKQ_k/s400/1_635150695l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two best friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7v14NJ0_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/lZhjZOgWuJ8/s1600-h/1_646705891l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237387125578126322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7v14NJ0_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/lZhjZOgWuJ8/s400/1_646705891l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't see Auyeong properly here, but I totally adore her LARGE BRIGHT eyes. And they kept on asking me for comments about AY's hairband. Honestly, I'm a huge purple fan but purple leopart prints matching with school attire? Maybe more suitable for the 80's party, dear =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7ue-tGE3I/AAAAAAAABQk/DSaQnfLDYm8/s1600-h/1_748131498l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237385632674091890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7ue-tGE3I/AAAAAAAABQk/DSaQnfLDYm8/s400/1_748131498l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7s3gj9BcI/AAAAAAAABQU/Q4BsJHZRj4U/s1600-h/1_989674680l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237383855056160194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7s3gj9BcI/AAAAAAAABQU/Q4BsJHZRj4U/s400/1_989674680l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7qMmYkLmI/AAAAAAAABQM/p3ig-ZXMvKE/s1600-h/1_996519945l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237380918861377122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7qMmYkLmI/AAAAAAAABQM/p3ig-ZXMvKE/s400/1_996519945l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7x1jU9m-I/AAAAAAAABRU/hTcR-mxjvMg/s1600-h/1_442157543l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237389318996990946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7x1jU9m-I/AAAAAAAABRU/hTcR-mxjvMg/s400/1_442157543l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love them a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7utO8Z0CI/AAAAAAAABQs/GoB4tDPo1nY/s1600-h/1_666524507l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237385877551435810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7utO8Z0CI/AAAAAAAABQs/GoB4tDPo1nY/s400/1_666524507l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you Hueyjia's face is &lt;strong&gt;FLAWLESS&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't tell me you guys think that she's using foundation? Nah nah nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--- Continuing the &lt;strong&gt;tearing &lt;/strong&gt;part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mum is coming back home soon. The great news made me &lt;strong&gt;tear&lt;/strong&gt; more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I ended up having a long run around Bugis with Wenfung trying to catch me. He treated me coffee at Mc Cafe and I &lt;strong&gt;teared&lt;/strong&gt; right there on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jeffrey just went off from my house this afternoon. Needless to say, I &lt;strong&gt;teared&lt;/strong&gt; a pool of &lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7040317891098790102?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7040317891098790102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7040317891098790102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/tears-and-happy-moments.html' title='Tears and Happy moments'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SK7tbETtPsI/AAAAAAAABQc/yjuT7dFLXfI/s72-c/1_929783967l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4069626177505849287</id><published>2008-08-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:58:00.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Working inside the drawing studio</title><content type='html'>You've often heard that artists get crazy working in their studio. That includes those artists-to-be, like that bunch of retarded monkeys in the school drawing studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on a piece of artwork or draft for a heck couple of hours will kill so many cells of your eyes. And that's why, ( I guess) Wenfung needs such a big geeky grandpa specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcczc6CmoI/AAAAAAAABQE/x-ZTlg6lsNk/s1600-h/DSC01907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235184762100030082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcczc6CmoI/AAAAAAAABQE/x-ZTlg6lsNk/s400/DSC01907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried on it, and I can really imagine how I will look in 40 years time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKccSwnp4WI/AAAAAAAABP8/dOuzXBEylGo/s1600-h/DSC01908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235184200455938402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKccSwnp4WI/AAAAAAAABP8/dOuzXBEylGo/s400/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's trying to seek for her older version too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcbXmfQMoI/AAAAAAAABP0/qkp5o9USauY/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235183184124064386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcbXmfQMoI/AAAAAAAABP0/qkp5o9USauY/s400/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKca8NVSbwI/AAAAAAAABPs/03oKUB2INtA/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235182713514913538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKca8NVSbwI/AAAAAAAABPs/03oKUB2INtA/s400/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcal3cWm7I/AAAAAAAABPk/FIjA24CHjfc/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235182329681845170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcal3cWm7I/AAAAAAAABPk/FIjA24CHjfc/s400/DSC01916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcYj95_1AI/AAAAAAAABPc/LlX4dXnzixc/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235180098033800194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcYj95_1AI/AAAAAAAABPc/LlX4dXnzixc/s400/DSC01919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the normal us. No more granny's day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcW3DBAlbI/AAAAAAAABPU/KP25gVe517Q/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235178226799646130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcW3DBAlbI/AAAAAAAABPU/KP25gVe517Q/s400/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcWhHErGYI/AAAAAAAABPM/5OrP0cErAEo/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235177849931635074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcWhHErGYI/AAAAAAAABPM/5OrP0cErAEo/s400/DSC01921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcWL8tb0JI/AAAAAAAABPE/xG7DTQdB6sQ/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235177486372556946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcWL8tb0JI/AAAAAAAABPE/xG7DTQdB6sQ/s400/DSC01922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenfung, the grandpa without specs, and Angela, the angel without wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcV2ac_WNI/AAAAAAAABO8/tlmKDuaalxc/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235177116399524050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcV2ac_WNI/AAAAAAAABO8/tlmKDuaalxc/s400/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnston, I and that creepy painting behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcVCBMaPtI/AAAAAAAABO0/1rGsU5bPaw0/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235176216265899730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcVCBMaPtI/AAAAAAAABO0/1rGsU5bPaw0/s400/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcUgY3ZgzI/AAAAAAAABOs/GqEYT4M6V7Q/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235175638504670002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcUgY3ZgzI/AAAAAAAABOs/GqEYT4M6V7Q/s400/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Johnston's cool hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcTxjZGrtI/AAAAAAAABOk/atC_ncu3Vcg/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235174833876545234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcTxjZGrtI/AAAAAAAABOk/atC_ncu3Vcg/s400/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, our good friend gang is a multi national group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rash rash ( India) &amp;amp; Weiwei ( Malaysia)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcSUyzn8nI/AAAAAAAABOc/OgCblX42q7I/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235173240286474866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcSUyzn8nI/AAAAAAAABOc/OgCblX42q7I/s400/DSC01932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan ( Indonesia) and Mimi ( Japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcR5ORZUMI/AAAAAAAABOU/vdWhIwMjA-Y/s1600-h/DSC01933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235172766622765250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcR5ORZUMI/AAAAAAAABOU/vdWhIwMjA-Y/s400/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indonesian and Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcRcwhWkPI/AAAAAAAABOM/9nD6hJ4aSw4/s1600-h/DSC01934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235172277600293106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcRcwhWkPI/AAAAAAAABOM/9nD6hJ4aSw4/s400/DSC01934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them are weird in a positive way, but I totally dig out my time with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...And that's how the daily routine in the studio used to be.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4069626177505849287?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4069626177505849287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4069626177505849287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-inside-drawing-studio.html' title='Working inside the drawing studio'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKcczc6CmoI/AAAAAAAABQE/x-ZTlg6lsNk/s72-c/DSC01907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2372843796479838631</id><published>2008-08-11T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:49:28.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>08/08/08 Babies!</title><content type='html'>First of all, happy belated birthday to Angela &amp;amp; Mengmeng! Muakz! And of course, my all time favourite "shoes" ( Olympics) are going to drive me crazy catching all the best volleyball stunts and gymnastics dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Note: This post is upsided-down! &amp;amp; basically it's filled with all of my rantings. So maybe you can read from the bottom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB20mtjtcI/AAAAAAAABN0/wY79aSofynk/s1600-h/2750119296_ea4a4e9ac0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233313413121422786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB20mtjtcI/AAAAAAAABN0/wY79aSofynk/s400/2750119296_ea4a4e9ac0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I got my Purple Dreams accessories package from Aiwee!!!! Isn't Sweet Little Corner (&lt;a href="http://www.sweetlittlecorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.sweetlittlecorner.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) the sweetest thing? Thanks Jasmine honey, I will continue to promote your wonderful creations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB2YeCV1sI/AAAAAAAABNs/JtrZQCvXkNM/s1600-h/2750115476_c689b523bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233312929756337858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB2YeCV1sI/AAAAAAAABNs/JtrZQCvXkNM/s400/2750115476_c689b523bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I looked so happy with the unwrapped parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB2Oc7uFgI/AAAAAAAABNk/ATfI2x--5aA/s1600-h/2750109882_eca55f1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233312757661439490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB2Oc7uFgI/AAAAAAAABNk/ATfI2x--5aA/s400/2750109882_eca55f1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee insisted to take pictures with Atos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBzf489_II/AAAAAAAABNU/v4V0NuRGWKo/s1600-h/2750096884_9e176c07d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233309758705761410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBzf489_II/AAAAAAAABNU/v4V0NuRGWKo/s400/2750096884_9e176c07d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally heart Cas's and Net's outfit!!! Please girls do provide me the blogstore address thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBzGbFvkDI/AAAAAAAABNM/jWATA9hi1Vk/s1600-h/2749249053_1471368bfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233309321192771634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBzGbFvkDI/AAAAAAAABNM/jWATA9hi1Vk/s400/2749249053_1471368bfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKByv2IrScI/AAAAAAAABNE/Q2YRCQEUnTo/s1600-h/2750081222_9fbf07d23d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233308933315840450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKByv2IrScI/AAAAAAAABNE/Q2YRCQEUnTo/s400/2750081222_9fbf07d23d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I've known these few for almost 4 years, and seriously, they're still as cute as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKByFvZFIXI/AAAAAAAABM8/F0R2ur60Xq8/s1600-h/2750069740_01f1c5547d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233308209951089010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKByFvZFIXI/AAAAAAAABM8/F0R2ur60Xq8/s400/2750069740_01f1c5547d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the difference of these 3 pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBxjXSoTYI/AAAAAAAABM0/A1J9Qln3gR8/s1600-h/2749227499_d6990f70d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233307619366030722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBxjXSoTYI/AAAAAAAABM0/A1J9Qln3gR8/s400/2749227499_d6990f70d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBxJAG8VNI/AAAAAAAABMs/gSH7baw0z40/s1600-h/2750053354_03840b1cb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233307166466397394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBxJAG8VNI/AAAAAAAABMs/gSH7baw0z40/s400/2750053354_03840b1cb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee and Wei look kinda owe punching while Net &amp;amp; Cas look stunning! The camera flash is terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBw7by2GpI/AAAAAAAABMk/m2r0-Gn3hwo/s1600-h/2750048088_5f9184625b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306933380127378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBw7by2GpI/AAAAAAAABMk/m2r0-Gn3hwo/s400/2750048088_5f9184625b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only purpose I put up this picture is because you can see how cute Net's expression is! She's trying to cheese in front of the cam but she's talking on the phone on another hand ( asking Momma bout her 4d).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBwVje1LyI/AAAAAAAABMc/ieGxFAYskyk/s1600-h/2749201989_07d0961e05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306282608635682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBwVje1LyI/AAAAAAAABMc/ieGxFAYskyk/s400/2749201989_07d0961e05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Ok seriously I'd ben driving the whole day, but I still enjoyed going out with them! Cas kept on giving me those warning signs! ( I could sense her fear riding in my car haha!) We went to Chomp Chomp ( Serangoon Gardens) to have a bite after sending Meng off to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBwJOBQMuI/AAAAAAAABMU/USob48-2nBA/s1600-h/2749197025_66c894e9e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233306070689002210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBwJOBQMuI/AAAAAAAABMU/USob48-2nBA/s400/2749197025_66c894e9e7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng's tee rock the boat too. " SOrry if I look interested... I'M NOT!!!" Black humour is her style anyway, totally heart this birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBv0kfAI8I/AAAAAAAABMM/Y31aFCW6FlM/s1600-h/2749191227_0e61b6ac52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305715942106050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBv0kfAI8I/AAAAAAAABMM/Y31aFCW6FlM/s400/2749191227_0e61b6ac52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart this Meow meow too&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBvdZJSBKI/AAAAAAAABME/JBx3BTHX7YE/s1600-h/2749170177_21fe32ab92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305317761221794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBvdZJSBKI/AAAAAAAABME/JBx3BTHX7YE/s400/2749170177_21fe32ab92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore at Causeway Point carpark. Interesting phototaking location right haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBvWilQ2yI/AAAAAAAABL8/geXWBh2KMEo/s1600-h/2750011540_5348c61777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233305200035420962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBvWilQ2yI/AAAAAAAABL8/geXWBh2KMEo/s400/2750011540_5348c61777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBu_npKZaI/AAAAAAAABL0/GUYCxRWW_c0/s1600-h/2749164277_94b51aab0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233304806256960930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBu_npKZaI/AAAAAAAABL0/GUYCxRWW_c0/s400/2749164277_94b51aab0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBumCq8AxI/AAAAAAAABLs/Ye9MhlDsTxc/s1600-h/2749994386_4ff060eb6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233304366835565330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBumCq8AxI/AAAAAAAABLs/Ye9MhlDsTxc/s400/2749994386_4ff060eb6f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBueggi0BI/AAAAAAAABLk/dmuaZADgxok/s1600-h/2749988950_47682ec7cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233304237406081042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBueggi0BI/AAAAAAAABLk/dmuaZADgxok/s400/2749988950_47682ec7cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBuTyayi8I/AAAAAAAABLc/dRLlfN8jF5Y/s1600-h/2749145461_6057df7056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233304053235223490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKBuTyayi8I/AAAAAAAABLc/dRLlfN8jF5Y/s400/2749145461_6057df7056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, totally heart Visa &amp;amp; the photographer Wee too =) &lt;3! Let's have more phototaking session and birthday meetups! I was just so happy, but I'm sorry for being late too, stucking myself along the causeway jam =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2372843796479838631?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2372843796479838631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2372843796479838631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808-babies.html' title='08/08/08 Babies!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SKB20mtjtcI/AAAAAAAABN0/wY79aSofynk/s72-c/2750119296_ea4a4e9ac0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8254947257421867878</id><published>2008-08-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:51.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Little Corner ( Advertorial)</title><content type='html'>I bought a Purple Dreams Necklace ( as shown below) and a custom made pin. And the parcel turned out to have two pretty freebies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SDfAzDTc2zI/AAAAAAAABOU/wmSF4whDsqo/s400/Purple+Dreams+Necklace+%40+%2432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SD5OaTTc26I/AAAAAAAABPM/OpcUv3abOXU/s400/The+Black+%26+White+Necklace+%40+%2435b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SD5OozTc28I/AAAAAAAABPc/-A9Vtf2fxm0/s400/Violeta+%40+%2435b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SEtgZyA60NI/AAAAAAAABRE/aNsFNzAMei8/s400/Heavenly+Petals+%40+%2435b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SHC649m4c5I/AAAAAAAABVI/Tb9xxegRv5o/s400/Custom+Made+Pin+for+Ziwei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIhOyuxi5SI/AAAAAAAABZg/92WU-pCosJM/s400/Retro+Graphic+Bird+Bracelet+II+c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SJLDZ5e-JtI/AAAAAAAABbg/MBVvsyz8utI/s400/Huge+White+Faux+Leather+Bow+Cameo+Necklace+with+Dangling+Heart+and+Key+Charm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIq4AjofaLI/AAAAAAAABaI/oYMc1oNmXco/s400/Vintage+Lady+Necklace+with+crystals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIl31ouUuzI/AAAAAAAABZw/Ds8OmYUrJvg/s400/Oui+Paris+b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIhM4xLt8BI/AAAAAAAABZI/tUGyhOVK0Uk/s400/Cutesy+Cupcake+Bracelet+b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIl4nIYNRDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/XZMUrw2sGwE/s400/Protecting+the+Nest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIWlYuxZ1JI/AAAAAAAABYI/SHvnfqoFazs/s400/Too+Cute+For+Words+Kitten+Bracelet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SIWmRom3FxI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uSc90uvUDYw/s400/The+Eiffel+Tower+Goes+Postal+Necklace+a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SB60hGLOGZI/AAAAAAAABKo/cCaXaGEBg7A/s400/Halloween+Set.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SA2WQmLOFnI/AAAAAAAABEM/i9h2SPAp758/s400/Flamingo+Dance+Brooch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UD3F5eZ6abw/R7qM5dCyUAI/AAAAAAAAArg/Kti78kiku8E/s400/Anna+%40+%248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi girls, I think I've kinda tempt you all with these gorgeous accessories right! Yes there are the ultimate creations from &lt;a href="http://sweetlittlecorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Little Corner&lt;/a&gt; - The sweetest things in life! Go check out Jasmine's lovely blogstore and trust me, this is really a hidden treasure and I think that everyone should buy something from her! It's totally irresistible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8254947257421867878?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8254947257421867878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8254947257421867878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-little-corner-advertorial.html' title='Sweet Little Corner ( Advertorial)'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UD3F5eZ6abw/SDfAzDTc2zI/AAAAAAAABOU/wmSF4whDsqo/s72-c/Purple+Dreams+Necklace+%40+%2432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-504223483657609004</id><published>2008-08-05T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:53.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of August</title><content type='html'>Event at the temple. It's the 7th month and it's called Yulan festival, more accurately than the Festival of Ghosts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned for the Japanese section again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgRIUwzqqI/AAAAAAAABLU/T3nu9bXaZpM/s1600-h/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230949801900878498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgRIUwzqqI/AAAAAAAABLU/T3nu9bXaZpM/s400/DSC00098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgQPCVj8vI/AAAAAAAABLM/DDu60fS0pqc/s1600-h/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230948817702220530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgQPCVj8vI/AAAAAAAABLM/DDu60fS0pqc/s400/DSC01773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgP9y23jFI/AAAAAAAABLE/VL7HT41uMsI/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230948521489173586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgPGNvCD7I/AAAAAAAABKs/s-lo4RD9JJo/s400/DSC01779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgNd91R9GI/AAAAAAAABKc/ogs9gR-9edA/s1600-h/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230945775656236130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgNd91R9GI/AAAAAAAABKc/ogs9gR-9edA/s400/DSC01785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgNJ2-yYYI/AAAAAAAABKU/7aIulTIl6ho/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230945430219678082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgNJ2-yYYI/AAAAAAAABKU/7aIulTIl6ho/s400/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgM-nAAKqI/AAAAAAAABKM/mC6t-kKAqEs/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230945236951247522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgM-nAAKqI/AAAAAAAABKM/mC6t-kKAqEs/s400/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgMnF9f1EI/AAAAAAAABKE/M0cc5HtGSSk/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230944832945378370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgMnF9f1EI/AAAAAAAABKE/M0cc5HtGSSk/s400/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgMJfjR39I/AAAAAAAABJ8/pSfUSFbEaFg/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230944324418658258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgMJfjR39I/AAAAAAAABJ8/pSfUSFbEaFg/s400/DSC01795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgL5EtKxmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MbjIhUdEHb0/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230944042334471778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgL5EtKxmI/AAAAAAAABJ0/MbjIhUdEHb0/s400/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgLvBVEGuI/AAAAAAAABJs/biSXfSd2iZs/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230943869629373154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgLvBVEGuI/AAAAAAAABJs/biSXfSd2iZs/s400/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgLjJrLZGI/AAAAAAAABJk/lPKvJDwsrIU/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230943665711178850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgLjJrLZGI/AAAAAAAABJk/lPKvJDwsrIU/s400/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgLWjbnLaI/AAAAAAAABJc/GgzcL5ZQ2xI/s1600-h/DSC01800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230943449286913442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgLWjbnLaI/AAAAAAAABJc/GgzcL5ZQ2xI/s400/DSC01800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to type. Let the pictures do the talking. Today's Wednesday, and I've got 3 coloured Gong Bi drawings and a pair of shoes to rush for. Plus, I've bought some new flower bushes waiting to be planted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to move to the new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-504223483657609004?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/504223483657609004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/504223483657609004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-august.html' title='Start of August'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJgRIUwzqqI/AAAAAAAABLU/T3nu9bXaZpM/s72-c/DSC00098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-611651382659492151</id><published>2008-08-04T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:40:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moroseness</title><content type='html'>Jeffrey was admitted to the hospital this evening, and I can only be here, feeling extremely useless and morossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for him, my dear ones. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-611651382659492151?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/611651382659492151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/611651382659492151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/moroseness.html' title='Moroseness'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7880143836346709763</id><published>2008-08-02T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T03:07:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>I am not interested at this issue at all, someone forward me this link. In fact I find the post to be too long and I skip most of the parts. Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theliesofdawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theliesofdawn.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one to believe it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7880143836346709763?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7880143836346709763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7880143836346709763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5488693293682624833</id><published>2008-08-02T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:57.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incredible Artworks'/><title type='text'>So this is the title for today. Full Stop.</title><content type='html'>Blog is getting boring-er than ever. But I shall just put up some of the incredible artworks I've seen recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQpNdA_wXI/AAAAAAAABIs/WI0Lj_ZfaDQ/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229850378387833202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQpNdA_wXI/AAAAAAAABIs/WI0Lj_ZfaDQ/s400/DSC01719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Youth Festival Exhibition 2008 'Synergy' at our school gallery ( as usual annually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQpAK7AZjI/AAAAAAAABIk/j6swmsvJpeg/s1600-h/DSC01720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229850150192571954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQpAK7AZjI/AAAAAAAABIk/j6swmsvJpeg/s400/DSC01720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, some of my Nanyang seniors' artworks were there. Kathleen's multi-storey escalator is definitely amazing. Recalling back a year, she gotta climb up the stairs to paint EVERYDAY, from morning till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQoswaw3TI/AAAAAAAABIc/phNYhbOJ1wY/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229849816660499762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQoswaw3TI/AAAAAAAABIc/phNYhbOJ1wY/s400/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre's work of babies &amp;amp; scientists. His own face always appears in his artwork. That's his main forte and I always hope that I can draw myself as properly as him. ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQoca2u1II/AAAAAAAABIU/h6Xb7xK5lPw/s1600-h/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229849535994320002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQoca2u1II/AAAAAAAABIU/h6Xb7xK5lPw/s400/DSC01722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQoD9GPjXI/AAAAAAAABIM/Vk_THctqaLc/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229849115689454962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQoD9GPjXI/AAAAAAAABIM/Vk_THctqaLc/s400/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQn3XbY9lI/AAAAAAAABIE/DwmlimKtAb0/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229848899419174482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQn3XbY9lI/AAAAAAAABIE/DwmlimKtAb0/s400/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; oh, all his artwork is done by a mere mechanic/ink pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; for Wednesday, Photography Class got a sudden off! Boy am I glad with that. So the cliques hang out at the library to complete our 3d design sketches ( 20 IMAGES!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQnpUPDGEI/AAAAAAAABH8/mO5j6Peb2m0/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229848658043934786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQnpUPDGEI/AAAAAAAABH8/mO5j6Peb2m0/s400/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two latest lovers, Angela &amp;amp; Rashmi. They're not crazy, I think they're INSANE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQnXXKbXZI/AAAAAAAABH0/pD6g3RGHb0k/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229848349592214930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQnXXKbXZI/AAAAAAAABH0/pD6g3RGHb0k/s400/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's hat is definitely a thing to dig for! Uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQmtiCWxpI/AAAAAAAABHs/ZahsM2tnCpg/s1600-h/DSC01732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229847630956643986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQmtiCWxpI/AAAAAAAABHs/ZahsM2tnCpg/s400/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this pic Angela, will you kill me? NAH FAT CHANCE. hahaha. Ok I am playing with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to the UOB Painting of the Year exhibition 2008 at Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQmSsmMLbI/AAAAAAAABHk/b3V7eZ50xOA/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229847169934831026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQmSsmMLbI/AAAAAAAABHk/b3V7eZ50xOA/s400/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a humungous Gong Bi painting done by Nafa's alumni. It was TOTALLY GORGEOUS. You can even seek out the tiniest feather at the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQlRJ7QhwI/AAAAAAAABHc/gLCiTUT0-Kw/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229846043936458498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQlRJ7QhwI/AAAAAAAABHc/gLCiTUT0-Kw/s400/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she won't kill me, I think, Angela will slaughter me hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQlD0k0S9I/AAAAAAAABHU/ySZSywayPvM/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229845814866889682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQlD0k0S9I/AAAAAAAABHU/ySZSywayPvM/s400/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQklnbAoxI/AAAAAAAABHM/SrdRFybg5QE/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229845295940018962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQklnbAoxI/AAAAAAAABHM/SrdRFybg5QE/s400/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQkVOY6WII/AAAAAAAABHE/EIufT6mxhGE/s1600-h/DSC01758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229845014342424706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQkVOY6WII/AAAAAAAABHE/EIufT6mxhGE/s400/DSC01758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQkFYA5FnI/AAAAAAAABG8/upF8ZNT77b0/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229844742048126578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQkFYA5FnI/AAAAAAAABG8/upF8ZNT77b0/s400/DSC01761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to prevent her from tearing me apart, I made her an initial wirework during our 3d design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQjzmyVM4I/AAAAAAAABG0/2AGx-WG27TY/s1600-h/DSC01763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229844436775940994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQjzmyVM4I/AAAAAAAABG0/2AGx-WG27TY/s400/DSC01763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I end this part with Danya's wired hat and geeky specs. Can't really see them clearly here though, but they are potential masterpieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I met up with Steam after school. Counting down to my toes, we have not met for 3 bloody years ( Since I left Sabah)! But I'm glad we can still be that close. It's really fun meeting him back, asking about each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQjccIRikI/AAAAAAAABGs/VzgkmTByHok/s1600-h/30072008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229844038778194498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQjccIRikI/AAAAAAAABGs/VzgkmTByHok/s400/30072008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steam is currently a freshman of NTU, Civil Engineering. Mind you, he's a top student OK! I remembered last time when we were Sec 1-3, we're always trying to fight for top 8 of the whole cohort, cause then you can go up to the stage and get your transcript. &amp;amp; he's my No.1 main rival. Hahaha just kidding, he's really smart and funny in his own way. Will try to meet him up more. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5488693293682624833?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5488693293682624833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5488693293682624833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-this-is-title-for-today-full-stop.html' title='So this is the title for today. Full Stop.'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJQpNdA_wXI/AAAAAAAABIs/WI0Lj_ZfaDQ/s72-c/DSC01719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5052985515869355981</id><published>2008-08-01T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:58.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMt9W7_gVI/AAAAAAAABGA/3Ulor6EyN7Q/s1600-h/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574124459753810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMt9W7_gVI/AAAAAAAABGA/3Ulor6EyN7Q/s400/DSC01733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMtU0rqPXI/AAAAAAAABF4/pwat4ZK4QcY/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229573428069678450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMtU0rqPXI/AAAAAAAABF4/pwat4ZK4QcY/s400/DSC01734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMtEPv-6_I/AAAAAAAABFw/tVndCrw9ZSY/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229573143277792242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMtEPv-6_I/AAAAAAAABFw/tVndCrw9ZSY/s400/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMs1j-Os5I/AAAAAAAABFo/DFzAXKm0mnE/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229572891008218002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMs1j-Os5I/AAAAAAAABFo/DFzAXKm0mnE/s400/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMrK7weXaI/AAAAAAAABFg/n6P14H5mcuw/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571059146972578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMrK7weXaI/AAAAAAAABFg/n6P14H5mcuw/s400/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my Gong Bi sketches, others thought that I use a marker pen, but no, I am using a tiny brush. Really enjoy the classes &amp;amp; modules a lot, will definitely work harder on my hands movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is my life!!!!! WOohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5052985515869355981?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5052985515869355981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5052985515869355981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-life.html' title='School life'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SJMt9W7_gVI/AAAAAAAABGA/3Ulor6EyN7Q/s72-c/DSC01733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2564498938706707018</id><published>2008-07-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:19:49.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings All Around</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been experiencing mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to school, I will be happy. But when I cross the causeway, I will be grumpy. Cause bad hair day totally does not make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I drive to somewhere, I will be happy. But when I think of the nearly-accident scene, I will be frightened and all my goose pimples will stand out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start to draw, I will be happy. But when it's too many, it's a havoc and I start to get lazy. For the first week, there's 6 Gong Bi drafts, 3 stars design and 20 3d Studies to be completed. And mind myself, all my homework is in DRAWING FORM! Ok this is still alright, I think I love it, just that it's starting to get a lot. ( I didn't even dare to continue to read my modules schedules, 'cause at future weeks, there will be 100 pieces of drawings to be completed!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start to think of my friends, I will be happy. But when it's quite some time I do not meet them, I will be concerned and upset a bit =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start to think of Jeffrey, I will be happy ( extra happy). But when it's quite some time ( almost 3 bloody months), I will jump to my bed and cry a sea of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, anyway, this is such a random post. I'm in an urge feeling of being entertained. So, please entertain me people. I guess I just miss everyone too much. Speechless &amp;amp; numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2564498938706707018?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2564498938706707018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2564498938706707018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-feelings-all-around.html' title='Mixed Feelings All Around'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2321935402391034175</id><published>2008-07-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:49:22.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions waiting to be Answered</title><content type='html'>1. Anyone knows how much is an average Che Che New York bag? They are too pretty and I feel like buying one for Momma's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anyone tried to poke extra shoelace holes at the sneaker or shoes? I heard that you can actually buy the ring too. =/ I need this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can someone acc me to watch The Dark Knight? I've been dying to watch it for soOOO LONG but I couldn't date anyone =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anyone knows where can I buy a blank puzzle? I've tried Muji but unfortunately it's not the right destination for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone interested in doing the shoes? Hope to find some reliable trusty partners. I really wish to increase my number of hands but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day at school. Woke up at 5, came back at 9. Same routine for schooldays. But it was AWESOME yet TIRING. Too tiring to be elaborated here. Till then. Please, babes, do clear my urgent doubts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2321935402391034175?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2321935402391034175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2321935402391034175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/questions-waiting-to-be-answered.html' title='Questions waiting to be Answered'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7514811546371134126</id><published>2008-07-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:30:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>5.45 a.m. - Woke up reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30 a.m. - Mum drove us to downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 a.m.- Reached JB checkpoint. A HAVOC Monday as usual. Dad insisted to travel by bus '11' but I insisted to take the real bus. I loudly claimed how bad hair days spoil my mood the whole day. But it was too jam ( regardless of motorcycles, cars or buses) so I gave up &amp;amp; we walked along the causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30 a.m.- Reached Woodlands checkpoint. There was no queue at the access card lanes. I couldn't even see the end of the crowd. Hence, I forced myself to squeeze into that pool of sweat, bad breath &amp;amp; sticky figures. It was horrible &amp;amp; maybe this is one of the most terrible time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.20a.m.- Dad drove me to Nafa in light speed. The lorry had to pass 3 ERPs. Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.56a.m.- Reached Nafa. Tried to search for Room 6-03 &amp;amp; Mimi and the rest of the Fine Art Students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15a.m.- Still being confused by the ridiculous lift. There's actually two parts of Campus 1. Some rooms are at the left side, while some rooms are at the right. We're all at 6th storey, and the only way to get to the other side is to take the lift down to 3th storey and walk across the corridor. And there's 10 THOUSAND people trying to get the very convenient, accessible lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30a.m.- In the end, we still couldn't get to 6-03, the meeting was cancelled as mentioned, and we went to 6-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.40a.m.- Lesson started. We had to finish 10 line figure sketches. Gotta know Angela, a very pretty classmate and we sat to together to do our work. The class was FREAKING quiet. I could only hear the screeching of pencils writing on papers. Later, there's little murmurs and quiet conversation between everyone. Angela and I started to chat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.15a.m.- Completed the sketches. Went for lunch with Angela, Rashmi, Photography Boy ( I didn't know his name), Danya and Wenfung at Fortune Center. Had a fun time with them. Like what they say, you don't need to try very hard to get friends ( cuz we met someone being OVER friendly), it's just the click together factor and that'll make the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12p.m- Headed to Parco Bugis Junction. Rummaged through every shop, chit chatted, gotta know each other's background &amp;amp; stories ( seriously all of us are sooO different!) Rashmi came here 3 months ago with her HUSBAND ( Nus PhD! Double Exclaim!!)! So cool! While cheerful Danya was from Temasek JC, NUS Financing Degree?( I think so), worked for two years and a half told herself not to regret for not learning things she loved, hence she came to Nafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1p.m.- Headed to Bugis Street. Trying to find the cheapest leggings for Rashmi. Yet in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2p.m.- The gang left. Angela and I continued slacking around the busy street. She bought a cute blouse while I got mum a belt =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30p.m- Went back to school and AGAIN, we couldn't find our classes. Panted &amp;amp; sweated horrendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00p.m.- Class started. Miss Tang will be teaching us History of Visual Arts. I hate this subject cuz I never do it well in JC. Well, as assumed, it's sheer BORING. I kept copying all the notes while Miss Tang continued ranting her non-melancholic pilgrims. Eve, our class rep said that we should have handouts ( AGREE totally!) rather than just copying blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30p.m.- Class ended!!! I went to Post Office but it's closed. =( Gotta send the parcels on Wednesday then. Babu came &amp;amp; fetched me while I bought him some Healthy Tuna Buns from 4 leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00p.m- Reached Singapore Checkpoint. SUPER JAM just like the morning. Repeated the same routine as what is written at 7.30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00p.m.- Reached home. EVENTUALLY. Bathed, Ate dinner, went to Pasar Malam. Bought mangosteen &amp;amp; durians. Chatted with dear Jeffrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11p.m- Applied a good Skinfood Cucumber mask &amp;amp; headed down to the pile of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2p.m.- Jumped into my bed and dream of you....z..zZZZ...zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7514811546371134126?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7514811546371134126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7514811546371134126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4456077393332076799</id><published>2008-07-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:54:31.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Module registration did not make my day</title><content type='html'>Before the title above, AT LAST I EVENTUALLY found out my class, and maybe I'm the last to find out. I've been asking thousands of people around! I am so dumb! It's just right there at the online module registration page!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=O Thank you Mimi &amp;amp; Xiaorui. Paiseh man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the campus around 2, everyone was there! Really gotta be that kiasu in order to got your ideal module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's the module registration for Semester 1, and I thought I just went to a wet market. Everyone was talking in loudest volume, some seniors giving out the application forms and everyone was trying to snatch the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you're late, you will get the rotten vege &amp;amp; fish. My first choice- Intro to illustration design is full, fuLL, FULL. I was berserk, cuz for half an hour I'd been queueing at the Design &amp;amp; Media line, now I gotta change my plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed down to the next stall, Fine Art Room, and I chose Intro to Gong Bi, and I was the second last to register for that module! Everything just seemed like a market war to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the finest fish had been sold to the kiasu ones, while the rotten stuff is all left on the floor, you got no choice but to pick up the leftovers. Not a very good system ( Can I say this system is awful to the core??) You pay so much to study here but in the end, you can't even get the modules you are really interested. What if within these 3 years, all the things you get are not your desirable ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi came at 3, and guess what ( ok no need to guess actually), everything's full. She'd got nothing besides the fixed modules &amp;amp; photography. No more modules hanging around. &amp;amp; I really couldn't stand at one male senior that is horizontally challenged. Very rude to the crowd. I know it's not a very pleasant thing to announce to us, where alot of us didn't even know what was actually going on, can't you be a bit more patient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Mimi &amp;amp; I parted from the campus, &amp;amp; I was feeling a bit mixed up. But she taught me to think of a better way, lesser modules are better too! YeahhH~~~~ she's partly right, cuz there will be no school on Tuesday &amp;amp; Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm really disappointed today. Not at myself, but at this module system thingy. Rewind back to the first few paragraphs...Miss Josephine took away my application form ( meaning approved)yet she didn't even write my name down until the staff reminded her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4456077393332076799?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4456077393332076799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4456077393332076799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/module-registration-did-not-make-my-day.html' title='Module registration did not make my day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1716166344425546595</id><published>2008-07-16T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:59.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Visit to UTM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH92R1HmhtI/AAAAAAAABFY/TnoJvCH5qGY/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224024141461882578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH92R1HmhtI/AAAAAAAABFY/TnoJvCH5qGY/s400/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenzen and I, and I think we do look alike. Big button noses &amp;amp; minute eyes. We went to UTM ( M'sia Technological University Johor branch) that bright afternoon... to... just to send the shoes to my customer lah -_-''' And because this Sabahan is so 38 and wanna explore more about the place where I'm currently living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH91p-4mcHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/z6L9s6F0pp4/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224023456888549490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH91p-4mcHI/AAAAAAAABFQ/z6L9s6F0pp4/s400/DSC01644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH91Ek3OrhI/AAAAAAAABFI/8FsgheEUv-k/s1600-h/DSC01652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224022814248316434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH91Ek3OrhI/AAAAAAAABFI/8FsgheEUv-k/s400/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH3VxUUFR6I/AAAAAAAABFA/rKBU0d6JTfc/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223566186062890914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH3VxUUFR6I/AAAAAAAABFA/rKBU0d6JTfc/s400/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Zen to take a good picture to model the shoes. Not bad, but too bad I look awful =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH3I4DtjCtI/AAAAAAAABE4/Gza6DxdIGDU/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223552008214219474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH3I4DtjCtI/AAAAAAAABE4/Gza6DxdIGDU/s400/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The board reads, WARNING NO GUYS ARE ALLOWED TO ENTER THIS PLACE... BLAH BLAH BLAH... UNLESS PERMITTED. So you can say my brother is definitely illegal right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH3H-B6rAGI/AAAAAAAABEw/ij3vboqhw90/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223551011299983458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH3H-B6rAGI/AAAAAAAABEw/ij3vboqhw90/s400/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that big campuses tend to have fruit trees planted around the hall of residence. Not a bad idea actually, cuz you can grab all the rambutans &amp;amp; starfruits to eat. But if it's durian,  the students should better wear a helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1716166344425546595?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1716166344425546595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1716166344425546595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/visit-to-utm.html' title='Visit to UTM'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SH92R1HmhtI/AAAAAAAABFY/TnoJvCH5qGY/s72-c/DSC01641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8772662048569100794</id><published>2008-07-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:47:43.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma in my shoes &amp; school</title><content type='html'>As the title mentioned above, I was in a deep sea of dilemma right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of unpleasant things happened in Tenladytoes. There was delivery failure by Poslaju, customers claiming of nice designs but not the perfect size fit, &amp;amp; customers requesting for many draft designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not blaming them. They are my customers &amp;amp; customers are always right. But doing draft designs again &amp;amp; again is really tiring &amp;amp; saddening. It's like... once again, your design is rejected...again &amp;amp; again. Just like how last year the Art Elective Teachers treated us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I should take this as a challenge instead of a disappointment. Can someone cheer me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jeffrey never comes up here too... It's devastating... It's so not me. It's a different kind of upset feeling this time, I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Ok fine, so end of part 1----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning's a sheer disaster. Nafa orientation started at 9:30a.m. I woke up at 6 but I still got late! The bus was awfully late, jammed at Danga Bay for an hour, furthermore it's not news for jamming along the causeway &amp;amp; checkpoints too. When I reached school, it's already 9:50a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god they're still registering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech from the big people were kinda long, but it's alright for me ( which was unexceptionally peculiar). I guess Fine Art people are kinda good, there's even a new coursemate Rashmi who emailed me the day before! That's such a sweet thing, if you're here, thank you Rashmi for the warm welcome, even though I didn't see you face to face haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya, as usual, 1st day of schools &amp;amp; orientations, to me, these kinda of things really were not my forte. From the first day I entered Tshung Tsin, from the first day I entered Woodgrove ( Ainon &amp;amp; Jo were the first two to talk to me!), from the first day I entered Nanyang JC, from the first day I entered Nafa, it's just the same. I will stay cool &amp;amp; calm, not a word from my mouth, trying my best to lift up the corner of my lips to throw out a smile. But I still think that people around me look nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp; the first friend I knew was Mimi, a pretty Japanese who speaks fluent English. She's from the Japanese School and she majors in Western Painting too. Good start huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the module thingy, I've really gone bonkers about this cuz it's totally different from the JC system. But it's alright, cuz we two girls eventually figured out what it what. I don't really mind what I take, cuz every modules seems interesting, I just wish to reduce my school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, reaching for the mouse, my finger clicked on the button for Photography. Yay, and that means no school for Tuesday! But yet yet yet, the cool HoD told us that we were not allocated to our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right, I've been a tad too early to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's a tired day, &amp;amp; it's a day with lots of thinking, lots of swirling in my mind. For 8 months I've taken my holidays, and now I'm back to school again. So I shall forget all the sorrowness today, tell myself that business is not an easy thing to deal with, and it's just the starting of small matters, and it will lead you to a higher level.... all those craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how all the craps lighten up my mood again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8772662048569100794?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8772662048569100794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8772662048569100794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/dilemma-in-my-shoes.html' title='Dilemma in my shoes &amp; school'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7813210043680820760</id><published>2008-07-12T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:38:43.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching day</title><content type='html'>I had a very happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to ...&lt;br /&gt;1.Babu who fetched me to Jurong East&lt;br /&gt;2. Jasmine Foo, a great buddy &amp;amp; movie go-er&lt;br /&gt;3. Red Cliff the Movie part 1. It's a bit laggy in the middle, but I swear it's definitely way too AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Hueyjia &amp;amp; Auyeong, the twosome of I don't know where to start &amp;amp; to end, cuz they're too cute ( as usual), less bitchy ( not very usual), but still that close to heart!&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr Goh to give me my pretty A level certificate ( though it's relatively useless)&lt;br /&gt;6. Meng whom I also don't know where to start * end, cuz she's too sweet ( as usual), and I always love our heart contented chat.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dream's Elegance so that that pair will make Meng happy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hueyjia's BIG letter &amp;amp; Auyeong FUNNY letter, to make me smile in heart &amp;amp; lips.&lt;br /&gt;9. Jeffrey's phonecall when I was struggling along the causeway back to JB. I miss him a lot...&lt;br /&gt;10. Mum &amp;amp; Zen to fetch me&lt;br /&gt;11. Oh yes, and Louis to help me wash my hair to mark the day from a bad hair day to a good hair day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted, but it's a touching day. I shall talk about it more next time, cuz...&lt;br /&gt;1. My laptop's spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;2. Our dining room pc's burnt!&lt;br /&gt;3. Our upstairs common room pc's gone bonkers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck! That means no updates. Buh-bye everyone, till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7813210043680820760?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7813210043680820760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7813210043680820760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/touching-day.html' title='Touching day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8816835596200534468</id><published>2008-07-09T09:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:25:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some faults of English Style to be avoided</title><content type='html'>I've read upon a chapter when trying to teach Zenzen better English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student who tries to produce a certain effect, sometimes goes to extremes and produces a different result from what he/she intends. Some of the main pitfalls into which students stumble are given below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedantry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indicated when the student tries his/her best to show off and pretend that he/she has great learning. He/she thus introduces useless facts and details in a conceited manner. He/she uses long &amp;amp; supposedly learned words to give a high-sounding quality to his/her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/she prefers to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. " The custodian of the law" instead of "policeman"&lt;br /&gt;2. "In all human probability" instead of "most likely"/"most probably"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Lunar effulgence" instead of "moonlight"&lt;br /&gt;4. " The nasal organ"/"The most prominent feature" instead of "nose"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Tensorial artist" instead of "barber"&lt;br /&gt;6. "Maternal relative" instead of "mother"&lt;br /&gt;7. "Metamorphosis" instead of "change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really funny. Imagine you're asking your mum for a piece of cheesecake, you should say, " Can I have a piece of cheesecake, dear maternal relative?" ( Like not very shou with your mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're trying to say your nose is stucked, you should say, " Oh for pete's sake, my nasal organ/ most prominent feature is unable to absorb air particles." ( Like writing a chem/bio essay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're trying to comment someone that he has changed a lot in appearance, you should say, " You have a massive metamorphosis!" ( Sounds like Transformers or Power Rangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're trying to shout to the policeman, you should say," Mr. Custodian of the Law!!! He snatched my purse!" ( I bet the thief had fled far away even before you can complete your sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the lame jam, this is just one of the funny things I've found out &amp;amp; learnt about from the experience of giving tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8816835596200534468?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8816835596200534468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8816835596200534468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-faults-of-english-style-to-be.html' title='Some faults of English Style to be avoided'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-3749988508090066561</id><published>2008-07-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:08.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Memories at the little pineapple village</title><content type='html'>It's my eldest brother's birthday &amp;amp; we decided to have a short trip to Pekan Nanas.&lt;br /&gt;- To get some vege seeds&lt;br /&gt;- To get some more flowers&lt;br /&gt;- To devour the famous durians ( July's the start of durian season) &amp;amp; pineapples there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located at Pontian district, this little village is one of the highest pineapple production in the world, regardless of fresh or canned, their apples with pines are undoubtedly the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHONEYJcKYI/AAAAAAAABEo/7U0oJxH8no4/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220671499393575298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHONEYJcKYI/AAAAAAAABEo/7U0oJxH8no4/s400/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Aunt LJ, Winnie( Wanling) &amp;amp; OnnOnn ( I forgot his Christian name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHOL3DADewI/AAAAAAAABEg/5WYtr4XOqgQ/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220670170867137282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHOL3DADewI/AAAAAAAABEg/5WYtr4XOqgQ/s400/DSC01461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHOHriVGGII/AAAAAAAABEY/USj0Q7KgNdg/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220665575071946882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHOHriVGGII/AAAAAAAABEY/USj0Q7KgNdg/s400/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first up for the trip will be the search of fine quality vegetables seeds. We've gotten some seeds that will never grow from some frustrating sellers in town, so Uncle Yong introduced us to this shop famous for their fresh seedlets! We were told that the seeds should be planted within a week, if not you gotta put them in the fridge=) Interesting info though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHOFaXEvzFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/_IfQHHwlTzw/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220663080969555026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHOFaXEvzFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/_IfQHHwlTzw/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't my mum pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMooiK-o5I/AAAAAAAABEI/1GxxqOs4LGA/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220561069885268882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMooiK-o5I/AAAAAAAABEI/1GxxqOs4LGA/s400/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMoHom2OvI/AAAAAAAABEA/STjcP2wTo1U/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220560504677087986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMoHom2OvI/AAAAAAAABEA/STjcP2wTo1U/s400/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMn265yCgI/AAAAAAAABD4/EYm54NVtWnw/s1600-h/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220560217530567170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMn265yCgI/AAAAAAAABD4/EYm54NVtWnw/s400/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously this birthday boy does not look like a phD scholar in any ways any proportions any perspectives. Still, happy birthday my naughty Coco!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMncr6JeUI/AAAAAAAABDw/RpSStk9nn9M/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220559766828972354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMncr6JeUI/AAAAAAAABDw/RpSStk9nn9M/s400/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their rainbow colours capture my heart! Aren't these tiny feathered creatures the cutest? So next up, we took a brief teatime at a nearby coffee shop. No bread &amp;amp; milo for teatime, but DURIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMmnkTmzLI/AAAAAAAABDo/LEANtIixMsc/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220558854255201458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMmnkTmzLI/AAAAAAAABDo/LEANtIixMsc/s400/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes all the unglam photos of how people devour the King of Fruits in all sorts of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMknCkFfeI/AAAAAAAABDg/CQ0YNRKjCEM/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220556646174260706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMknCkFfeI/AAAAAAAABDg/CQ0YNRKjCEM/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMkG6FWAHI/AAAAAAAABDY/Hoez3pOzikQ/s1600-h/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220556094142021746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMkG6FWAHI/AAAAAAAABDY/Hoez3pOzikQ/s400/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMiDh-P_sI/AAAAAAAABDQ/LD3XPA-_ls8/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220553837106953922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMiDh-P_sI/AAAAAAAABDQ/LD3XPA-_ls8/s400/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMhY1cwgPI/AAAAAAAABDI/NaCHkgwHvv8/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220553103600812274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMhY1cwgPI/AAAAAAAABDI/NaCHkgwHvv8/s400/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMfL3USEaI/AAAAAAAABDA/Qoc0S0XZRxQ/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220550681740579234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMfL3USEaI/AAAAAAAABDA/Qoc0S0XZRxQ/s400/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt LJ is a born joker. All the pictures I took of her today are extremely unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMeEGbK5LI/AAAAAAAABC4/JiiafHbY15w/s1600-h/DSC01478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220549448845419698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMeEGbK5LI/AAAAAAAABC4/JiiafHbY15w/s400/DSC01478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMd0K7cRUI/AAAAAAAABCw/rOy6LXcr6eQ/s1600-h/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220549175176611138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMd0K7cRUI/AAAAAAAABCw/rOy6LXcr6eQ/s400/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no big fan of the porcupine lookalike fruit, but you must try their durians when you're here! Not too slimy, not too strong, not too sweet, the taste's just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMdfnaOjTI/AAAAAAAABCo/ttH50b68VWE/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220548822044675378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMdfnaOjTI/AAAAAAAABCo/ttH50b68VWE/s400/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, and the other family group will be Uncle Yong and family who're so kind to take us city-nerds tour around the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMc1R42FdI/AAAAAAAABCg/ldTRXbhj4ds/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220548094713009618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMc1R42FdI/AAAAAAAABCg/ldTRXbhj4ds/s400/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMckX7ZoKI/AAAAAAAABCY/chi21c0fnHc/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220547804276564130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMckX7ZoKI/AAAAAAAABCY/chi21c0fnHc/s400/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples ( of some species) are actually sold at RM1.00 each ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMcFJme8mI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oIsmRcUgY8A/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220547267854791266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMcFJme8mI/AAAAAAAABCQ/oIsmRcUgY8A/s400/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unglam Aunt LJ again -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMbcL_ANdI/AAAAAAAABCI/ENB0FXJ4g_Y/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220546564119868882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMbcL_ANdI/AAAAAAAABCI/ENB0FXJ4g_Y/s400/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so this is one slightly humanlike shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMaxbkCY4I/AAAAAAAABCA/wbUOk31eikk/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220545829567357826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMaxbkCY4I/AAAAAAAABCA/wbUOk31eikk/s400/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMZjURKXLI/AAAAAAAABB4/DNBAkeQ_hUg/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220544487579344050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMZjURKXLI/AAAAAAAABB4/DNBAkeQ_hUg/s400/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMX3bU2uXI/AAAAAAAABBw/hY5c46nnZ1M/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220542634048010610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMX3bU2uXI/AAAAAAAABBw/hY5c46nnZ1M/s400/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little yellow bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMXFcdnsXI/AAAAAAAABBo/va2pJndWC00/s1600-h/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541775359750514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMXFcdnsXI/AAAAAAAABBo/va2pJndWC00/s400/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the long afternoon, we went up to Uncle Yong's old house. Two big geese greeted us with their "dinosaur roaring" gackling callings. Believe it or not, Uncle Yong claimed that these two creatures scared thieves away better than the dogs! Not only their voices are attention grabbing, but they will snatch your butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMWu3xjxzI/AAAAAAAABBg/igF61VqvlGI/s1600-h/DSC01499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220541387554146098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMWu3xjxzI/AAAAAAAABBg/igF61VqvlGI/s400/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neat vege beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMWSjOGFpI/AAAAAAAABBY/cxKThPzlkhs/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540901000353426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMWSjOGFpI/AAAAAAAABBY/cxKThPzlkhs/s400/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruff ruff cute shi-tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMV5wQHi0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/ru3K5d7jSWk/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220540475001768770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMV5wQHi0I/AAAAAAAABBQ/ru3K5d7jSWk/s400/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Yong then taught each of us how to use the rambutan cutter to get some of the ripe red bloody rambutans. When the fruits are not ready to be eaten, the trees &amp;amp; garden will be in a peace. But when red fruits start to blossom, monkeys will set up their homes there! Evil huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMUYSuNNoI/AAAAAAAABBI/d42AqdLidoM/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220538800627594882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMUYSuNNoI/AAAAAAAABBI/d42AqdLidoM/s400/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMTvhg9JzI/AAAAAAAABBA/dTRW3_jqgJA/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220538100223911730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMTvhg9JzI/AAAAAAAABBA/dTRW3_jqgJA/s400/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMRhYkOcOI/AAAAAAAABA4/UO0z2yWOjKA/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220535658280284386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMRhYkOcOI/AAAAAAAABA4/UO0z2yWOjKA/s400/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMRKjUtU0I/AAAAAAAABAw/057aO6VfhKo/s1600-h/DSC01506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220535266030998338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHMRKjUtU0I/AAAAAAAABAw/057aO6VfhKo/s400/DSC01506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLpxSeWtBI/AAAAAAAABAo/jtCkcLzlqyQ/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491951057843218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLpxSeWtBI/AAAAAAAABAo/jtCkcLzlqyQ/s400/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recognise the unripe dragonfruit? Even the leaves look like dragon's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLpZ2ONViI/AAAAAAAABAg/K0xRGbeCH8s/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491548336936482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLpZ2ONViI/AAAAAAAABAg/K0xRGbeCH8s/s400/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLoOTTdvtI/AAAAAAAABAY/jl19nm3WgXA/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220490250473553618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLoOTTdvtI/AAAAAAAABAY/jl19nm3WgXA/s400/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cackle Cackle Cackle! But actually they're kinda cute cuz I like their round butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLn6DG1KQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FysLrOZsvuA/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220489902528211202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLn6DG1KQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/FysLrOZsvuA/s400/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jie Lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLnUOnC0pI/AAAAAAAABAI/7uLpbZf6ffI/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220489252781085330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLnUOnC0pI/AAAAAAAABAI/7uLpbZf6ffI/s400/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLl_Gx9evI/AAAAAAAAA_4/XGUtXSZb3mE/s1600-h/DSC01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487790390508274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLl_Gx9evI/AAAAAAAAA_4/XGUtXSZb3mE/s400/DSC01515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my Hainanese Black Coffee! It tastes heavenly! Seriously Uncle Yong you should kick off Starbucks's oversweetened drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLlpnjqq6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/NBi4ACrFdpU/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487421231803298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLlpnjqq6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/NBi4ACrFdpU/s400/DSC01516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; charcoal baked Kaya Bun. Highly reccommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLkPTwNwcI/AAAAAAAAA_o/3O3YV3EpU-A/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220485869727498690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLkPTwNwcI/AAAAAAAAA_o/3O3YV3EpU-A/s400/DSC01517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLixdyeatI/AAAAAAAAA_g/i8Ap4q--8Bg/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220484257513630418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHLixdyeatI/AAAAAAAAA_g/i8Ap4q--8Bg/s400/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how a happy day is formed. Visiting the little village is like reminiscing my life in Sabah. After living in the city for 3 years, I still strongly believe that one day, or when I get old &amp;amp; grey, I will move into a little cottage and just lead a beautiful life there in the village or hills. I thought I can drastically revamped into an IN city girl, but no. Even though my feet step onto the urban areas, my inner child is still a plain Jane kampung girl. I really love that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first came to Singapore, some people curiously asked me, do Sabahans live on trees &amp;amp; in longhouses? I was a bit annoyed, but if you ask me again this time, I will smile &amp;amp; say, Yes, some do, and it's the best thing in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-3749988508090066561?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3749988508090066561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/3749988508090066561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-at-little-pineapple-village.html' title='Memories at the little pineapple village'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SHONEYJcKYI/AAAAAAAABEo/7U0oJxH8no4/s72-c/DSC01460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1155957610802252012</id><published>2008-07-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:09.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read my previous post first</title><content type='html'>Before tuition started, I brought Wanling out for our teatime at Secret Recipe. Everything sounded and looked pleasant. Wonderful Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-YR3zzLjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/qFHzACPV05w/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557925952106034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-YR3zzLjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/qFHzACPV05w/s400/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her awesome bangs! &amp;amp; her Oreo Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-X0DtZqdI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tGe2zBi7xCQ/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557413750417874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-X0DtZqdI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tGe2zBi7xCQ/s400/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok please don't check out my bangs that is not awesome at all. I had Yogurt Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-W3a6veII/AAAAAAAAA_I/TztbGkgbNIA/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556372008368258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-W3a6veII/AAAAAAAAA_I/TztbGkgbNIA/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But check out my straw weave bag! I got it for only Rm9.00 at The Store &amp;amp; added on my favourite pink flower. We had Chocolate with Whipped Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-VRM3KlOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/HlNNTruaBmI/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219554615888614626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-VRM3KlOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/HlNNTruaBmI/s400/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-UMxj4kwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/2ngNherU8-E/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219553440328880898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-UMxj4kwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/2ngNherU8-E/s400/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I thought what a wonderful Saturday it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after our teatime, a stupid car nearly banged us ( in our car), at the + Junction nearby the market!!!! That darn woman!!! If it wasn't me fast enough to step on the break, both of us would have been in the hospital now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT KIDDING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse or what, that darn darn woman didn't stop, but she continued to dash away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I guess it's understandable why I declare myself as potentially unabled to withstand the shock of the aggressive road dashers, not only along the causeway, but everywhere here in the city. I never see such ridiculous people at KK=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a WONDERFUL saturday it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1155957610802252012?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1155957610802252012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1155957610802252012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/read-my-previous-post-first.html' title='Read my previous post first'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG-YR3zzLjI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/qFHzACPV05w/s72-c/DSC01429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4043746560893248386</id><published>2008-07-04T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:09.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Potentially Abled Driver... YET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG5BihPzytI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UHPSdOX59aw/s1600-h/DSCF0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219181079465020114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG5BihPzytI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UHPSdOX59aw/s400/DSCF0590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite funny funky aunt. I can't stop laughing at this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Hueyjia &amp;amp; Aueyeong &amp;amp; Jas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry sweethearts as I'm still certified as a beginner driver with a footnote written " Potentially unabled to withstand the shock of the aggressive road dashers along the causeway", and I am disallowed to drive alone =((((  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I will get to school again! &amp;amp; meet you guys! &amp;amp; of course, Bras Basah Chicken Rice hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I gotta meet up alot of babes to catch up with them =D! Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4043746560893248386?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4043746560893248386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4043746560893248386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-potentially-abled-driver-yet.html' title='Not a Potentially Abled Driver... YET'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SG5BihPzytI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UHPSdOX59aw/s72-c/DSCF0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7954302031630064259</id><published>2008-07-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:10.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July's here??!</title><content type='html'>This is the mural painting at Serangoon North Avenue 6 Block 3xx something ( forgot) &amp;amp; Block 303 ( if not wrong). Done a year ago. By the whole art gang &amp;amp; 40 plus students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SGuavJgpjUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FRRukNS42rc/s1600-h/Blk305_LimZhiWei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218434728036240706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SGuavJgpjUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FRRukNS42rc/s400/Blk305_LimZhiWei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My design of course. I am kinda proud of it. But after that Nafa interview, I felt like all the efforts are totally useless. 14 of us have actually prepared our portfolios weeks before the interview. The panel judges even emphasised to bring our artworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine. So I drove to Nanyang JC, plead Miss Hew to 'lend' me my artworks ( Can you believe it, I even have to borrow my artworks. My artworks belong to the school &amp;amp; un-returnable even if I've withdrawn from the school??!!), rummage thru the art storage room for a whole sweaty afternoon, went to Artfriend and spent hundred bucks to get a new rectangle bag &amp;amp; transparencies, brought the portfolio ( that weighed an elephant) to Nafa, cracked my ankles ( thank you my trusty heels) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I was the last to get into the Boardroom so I waited for 2 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blankly... I didn't even know any of the other 13 students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accidentally heard some girls at the other corner gasping that the chairman only asked some questions. The portfolio was untouched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Blink my eyes* Exactly what happened to me when I stepped into the cold Boardroom. There were 6 people, only 1 woman. Asking me some questions you find it hard to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Why do you think you deserve this scholarship?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Blah blah blah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like ," Gosh, can you stop asking me questions? My answers are all at my artworks." But all these were left in my flabbergasted expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really sucks big time. I felt horrible after that. &amp;amp; nvm, after that, when I took a bus home, I was holding too many stuff ( ya thanks to the big bag) &amp;amp; I fall down at the slope of the bus stop when I got down the bus!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I hear someone laughing in the bus? Bloody passengers! Even the people drinking coffee at a shop opposite the bus stop stared at me!! Bloody Coffee drinkers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So that's how suay I was that few days. I'm fine now. Phew. Basically I'm just staying at home to enjoy the rest of my holidays. Can you believe that I've not been studying since November last year? A good long break &amp;amp; I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed at home to learn how to be a tai-tai, did house chores, renovated our new house, did gardening, played the piano, smacked my volleyball, drove the car, made cards, drew shoes, &amp;amp; gave tuitions &amp;amp; art classes. It's better than what I can imagine to actually just stay at home &amp;amp; earn money. Especially giving out tuitions &amp;amp; art classes. I really revised a lot of my forgotten knowledge &amp;amp; earned back the blings blings 8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I've reorganised all my old and newhandpainted shoes collection in a blog. My partner is Wanling, my favourite art class student! =) Do check it out everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tenladytoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tenladytoes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe so this time there will be no fingers. ^-^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only 3 things I gotta sighed for this holiday is, no time with Jeffrey, no time with my girls, no time for my shopping. I am always a person who eventually spent money on art stuff. Why why why??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day! Time to have my beauty sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7954302031630064259?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7954302031630064259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7954302031630064259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/07/july.html' title='July&apos;s here??!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SGuavJgpjUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/FRRukNS42rc/s72-c/Blk305_LimZhiWei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8756527217191785314</id><published>2008-06-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:11.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June's gonna over soon? So fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So many photos, so lousy connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear to tell you that, guys, don't purchase Maxis broadband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; now I could only upload some really outdated pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some of the peek-thrus of the June performance. When it's June, I'm always connected to Japan. Last year, I was at Fukuoka. This year, I was ordered to change from Korean outfit to the Japanese kimono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_TiwwnwzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/fpM2WVa4yh4/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215119487676171058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_TiwwnwzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/fpM2WVa4yh4/s400/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really ikat perut. &amp;amp; it's hard to walk when the cloth's so long &amp;amp; the slippers are way too unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_SI8GBSOI/AAAAAAAAA9g/-mXhjofCS2U/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215117944530487522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_SI8GBSOI/AAAAAAAAA9g/-mXhjofCS2U/s400/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_RO0VL-kI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/v0sfAJMLPuU/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215116946014206530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_RO0VL-kI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/v0sfAJMLPuU/s400/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at camwhoring but here's yours trully at the car, leaving the performance venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_PICiunVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HB0O7PP-kuU/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215114630546758994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_PICiunVI/AAAAAAAAA9I/HB0O7PP-kuU/s400/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to Jo ( Fine I know it's a belated), I know we had lots of misunderstanding before, &amp;amp; seriously I'm an introvert who fear to speak out what's in my mind. But which best friends never quarrel ( or cold war) before? Honestly it's a love-hate relationship with your best people around all the time, right? I love her because she's a mugger, a babe, a nerd, a bitch, or whatever character. No matter how, you'll be my sister cum twin cum bestie all around =) All the best for your A levels too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_OeShtnZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Z3-_h6q3GU4/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215113913282960786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_OeShtnZI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Z3-_h6q3GU4/s400/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_OIWkQEMI/AAAAAAAAA84/XFQzoi3luPE/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215113536410226882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_OIWkQEMI/AAAAAAAAA84/XFQzoi3luPE/s400/DSC01244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'd eventually completed drawing Jo's shoes. I name it " The Memoirs of the Faded Doll". Hope she will like it. * Winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_V7_8S8TI/AAAAAAAAA94/eSloV1vXQZA/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215122120271655218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_V7_8S8TI/AAAAAAAAA94/eSloV1vXQZA/s400/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another pair for myself. I think I'm addicted to drawing shoes =)! Ask me if you want ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye folks, I love my June days. Even though I miss everyone so much, especially, you Mr. Chew! You better tag me I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8756527217191785314?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8756527217191785314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8756527217191785314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/junes-gonna-over-soon-so-fast.html' title='June&apos;s gonna over soon? So fast!'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SF_TiwwnwzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/fpM2WVa4yh4/s72-c/DSC01043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6336767681508547160</id><published>2008-06-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:11.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day, Babu</title><content type='html'>Yea, and on this particular day, I quarreled with Babu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SFU16Yw8JLI/AAAAAAAAA8w/XocCLCsMSJc/s1600-h/DSCF3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212131420947621042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SFU16Yw8JLI/AAAAAAAAA8w/XocCLCsMSJc/s400/DSCF3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SFU0XhhOhSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/CXyzKj5-940/s1600-h/DSCF3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129722490586402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SFU0XhhOhSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/CXyzKj5-940/s400/DSCF3048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tut pics again! My mum said I looked like I just came out from the inlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6336767681508547160?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6336767681508547160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6336767681508547160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day-babu.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day, Babu'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SFU16Yw8JLI/AAAAAAAAA8w/XocCLCsMSJc/s72-c/DSCF3164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5616636245690755722</id><published>2008-06-10T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:19.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding night &amp; genting</title><content type='html'>I always imagine in front of a beautiful tall wedding cake...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What if I accidentally topple over it? I think I will be slaughtered by the bride &amp;amp; bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE63Hzh6pRI/AAAAAAAAA58/SoTf07UJ2Rg/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210303163633673490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE63Hzh6pRI/AAAAAAAAA58/SoTf07UJ2Rg/s400/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE62lqybNpI/AAAAAAAAA50/TW0Z3E327mc/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210302577171445394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE62lqybNpI/AAAAAAAAA50/TW0Z3E327mc/s400/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE61AdcTULI/AAAAAAAAA5s/bT85zhGj398/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210300838422204594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE61AdcTULI/AAAAAAAAA5s/bT85zhGj398/s400/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE60hA221EI/AAAAAAAAA5k/-6NNinVQKpA/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210300298173011010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE60hA221EI/AAAAAAAAA5k/-6NNinVQKpA/s400/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally dig this pair of loving swans. It's carved out of ice, freezed for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6zr-fNPVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wj9HrU71m4g/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210299387003878738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6zr-fNPVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wj9HrU71m4g/s400/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teacher's Wedding!!!! Miss Selena~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6y93kIoDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/53k5A5xxtgw/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210298594871517234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6y93kIoDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/53k5A5xxtgw/s400/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puipui is my long lost primary school friend. Today we met back at Parkoriental Hotel, she was still as beautiful &amp;amp; tall as ever, but I'd never knew she's Miss Selena's younger sister! For pete's sake. &amp;amp; Brother is the cameraman for the night =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6yTpRcnII/AAAAAAAAA5M/Bz8NI3XkZRE/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210297869480533122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6yTpRcnII/AAAAAAAAA5M/Bz8NI3XkZRE/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6xor8mpvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OdxUg6d60z0/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210297131464042226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6xor8mpvI/AAAAAAAAA5E/OdxUg6d60z0/s400/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6xI8PljaI/AAAAAAAAA48/D_cIusH3J_Q/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210296586082815394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6xI8PljaI/AAAAAAAAA48/D_cIusH3J_Q/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling hot bridegroom cum teacher. Never seen her so hot in school before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6wb43cXhI/AAAAAAAAA40/7rxyobCbCjY/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210295812082130450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6wb43cXhI/AAAAAAAAA40/7rxyobCbCjY/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother &amp;amp; Miss Selena had been best buddies during secondary school life. Now she got married. Brother, when are you going to marry?? Permanent Head Damage....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6v4nqZAiI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5L0J6vnKsWs/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210295206168560162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6v4nqZAiI/AAAAAAAAA4s/5L0J6vnKsWs/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to the loving couple. I still believe in marriage, with an ending of the phrase " happily ever after..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6vOjjC-KI/AAAAAAAAA4k/7JP2hSy34Y0/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210294483509508258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6vOjjC-KI/AAAAAAAAA4k/7JP2hSy34Y0/s400/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; of course, who could've missed our bridegroom's makeup artist? Sansan &amp;amp; I. She purposely flew to KL from KK to help out. Secondary school friends are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6ue4PvPEI/AAAAAAAAA4c/KH62KnICxNY/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210293664431946818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6ue4PvPEI/AAAAAAAAA4c/KH62KnICxNY/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, before the wedding, I was enjoying the cool breeze at Genting. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6uETg7gwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/djHfR0q14GU/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210293207895343874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6uETg7gwI/AAAAAAAAA4U/djHfR0q14GU/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6m5ZfqvEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oESoj0ZVyeQ/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210285323940707394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6m5ZfqvEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oESoj0ZVyeQ/s400/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Jeff &amp;amp; family went to watch the 9 Ball Tour! Oh my goodness, I know nuts about pools &amp;amp; snookers. I'd almost gone dead at first, but actually the game was really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6tazJCR_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/80P2KOxK-Ds/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210292494830553074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6tazJCR_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/80P2KOxK-Ds/s400/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thank goodness there's Lovely Lace at Genting. Can you believe it, I went to 5 Lovely Lace outlets! Mid Valley, Sungai Wang, 1 Utama, Genting, &amp;amp; Taman Universiti!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6sdRwpoTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/XHM_G56pGUM/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210291437897883954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6sdRwpoTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/XHM_G56pGUM/s400/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muak. Jeff can you be the boss of Lovely Lace next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6rlYLPhOI/AAAAAAAAA38/slQHumPpUiM/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210290477547357410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6rlYLPhOI/AAAAAAAAA38/slQHumPpUiM/s400/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love the white lion, as much as the white peacock. Too rare to be true on earth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Dreamz is at Genting now! I'd the urge to buy the tickets to watch the white lion but too bad time's too short for me to stay here longer =( teared mercilessly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6qt0YdeEI/AAAAAAAAA30/LVrMLQ0pAyU/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210289523046316098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6qt0YdeEI/AAAAAAAAA30/LVrMLQ0pAyU/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That monkey reminds me of Jeff. Blushing peach red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6mRlFioDI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JvuGbi6ojfo/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210284639857582130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6mRlFioDI/AAAAAAAAA3k/JvuGbi6ojfo/s400/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop, free style &amp;amp; lovking dancers trying to break their bones on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6kpp3m71I/AAAAAAAAA3c/2XOaeO4BPvM/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210282854434926418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6kpp3m71I/AAAAAAAAA3c/2XOaeO4BPvM/s400/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'd went to Genting for a gazillion times, I still love the place ( as long as Lovely Lace's opened!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6j3FnlrYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oMuZElEl4aE/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210281985710599554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6j3FnlrYI/AAAAAAAAA3U/oMuZElEl4aE/s400/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6iLXEXvDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9AFiDQYyvGA/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210280134968851506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE6iLXEXvDI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9AFiDQYyvGA/s400/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big chunks of laughters from me to you. You never fail to make my stomach in pain, all thanks to your sweet talk &amp;amp; lame jokes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5616636245690755722?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5616636245690755722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5616636245690755722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-night-genting.html' title='Wedding night &amp; genting'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SE63Hzh6pRI/AAAAAAAAA58/SoTf07UJ2Rg/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2145107064066308494</id><published>2008-06-08T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:22.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip ( again?!)</title><content type='html'>Is Maxis the problem or Blogger? &amp;amp; I gotta upload all my pics a few at a time =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Chew for being my trustworthy driver despite the terrible traffic jam &amp;amp; breaking your sunnies! I'll buy him one next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvEX-MxEMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ahI_5E5Wkik/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209473310096691394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvEX-MxEMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ahI_5E5Wkik/s400/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvD-YvlZnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-6M4zJv60Pc/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209472870545450610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvD-YvlZnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-6M4zJv60Pc/s400/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL = Kesesakan Lalulintas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to my aunt's florist shop at PJ. We ordered 300 bucks worth of flowers from her. &amp;amp; I swear I love her skills, making all the fake flowers blooming so gorgeously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvDprQEQAI/AAAAAAAAA2I/w_klUPgwexE/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209472514736275458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvDprQEQAI/AAAAAAAAA2I/w_klUPgwexE/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvDVz4XToI/AAAAAAAAA2A/2y-j4nTZTEU/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209472173455396482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvDVz4XToI/AAAAAAAAA2A/2y-j4nTZTEU/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvC4o-4jtI/AAAAAAAAA14/LaSP0jW0t8I/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209471672313745106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvC4o-4jtI/AAAAAAAAA14/LaSP0jW0t8I/s400/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvCNsbDY0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/BkqwPPElms0/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209470934502826818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvCNsbDY0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/BkqwPPElms0/s400/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvBjJw4bGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uervoP-YZWs/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209470203644636258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvBjJw4bGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uervoP-YZWs/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu_Dy842_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/vZQs31XIQjY/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209467465921780722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu_Dy842_I/AAAAAAAAA1g/vZQs31XIQjY/s400/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu-SwaY-qI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/djYMDO5lzIE/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209466623426624162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu-SwaY-qI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/djYMDO5lzIE/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu9v55Pg2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/027yKlpKajU/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209466024676524898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu9v55Pg2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/027yKlpKajU/s400/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu8uRR5asI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pFLqZxCGG-M/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209464897082583746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu8uRR5asI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pFLqZxCGG-M/s400/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu6YKhtZlI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6CYfe1_m5gU/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209462318289479250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu6YKhtZlI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6CYfe1_m5gU/s400/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu5bF2WXGI/AAAAAAAAA04/HX971PJzhu8/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209461269061852258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu5bF2WXGI/AAAAAAAAA04/HX971PJzhu8/s400/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu2-t3b16I/AAAAAAAAA0w/7ETI0LvFaUw/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209458582564362146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu2-t3b16I/AAAAAAAAA0w/7ETI0LvFaUw/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know some of my dear aunt's secret techniques to make a bouquet within a few mins. Maybe next time I will become a florist, who knows ?&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2145107064066308494?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2145107064066308494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2145107064066308494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-trip-again.html' title='KL trip ( again?!)'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEvEX-MxEMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ahI_5E5Wkik/s72-c/DSC00738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4546203652967297263</id><published>2008-06-08T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip Day 2 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>We knew each other since 13, and now we're 19 ( Alright, I'm the one 19 &amp;amp; Chris insisted that she's 18 &amp;amp; a half) , we're still that childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEuzx2XdzjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wU9NlKjN_NI/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209455062973009458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEuzx2XdzjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wU9NlKjN_NI/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEuyyAS_ECI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MoxDNq8oBOE/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209453966126944290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEuyyAS_ECI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MoxDNq8oBOE/s400/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So around night jamming for 2 hours from 1 Utama till Sungai Wang, I eventually managed to meet Chris &amp;amp; her roommate Hennesy ( correct spelling? I thought she tastes good too like XO). I feared that after separating with this buddy for so long, we've got nothing to rant about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all my previous worries are a waste of time. We ended up laughing out our lungs. Both of the girls live nearby Wei Shek Gai ( In Canto cuz I don't know what's it called in Eng), &amp;amp; they're studying Chinese Medicine &amp;amp; Acupuncture. Cool huh, next time if I need some immortal healing for my permanent knee injury, I can find them for FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu03-RbnqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SpkiAD6Zl3E/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209456267686026914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEu03-RbnqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SpkiAD6Zl3E/s400/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One big happy family. Jeff and I went to visit their room after supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please visit my dearest Christina at her blog !! &lt;a href="http://blog.pixnet.net/loveker"&gt;http://blog.pixnet.net/loveker&lt;/a&gt; I swear I will visit her again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4546203652967297263?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4546203652967297263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4546203652967297263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-trip-day-2-2.html' title='KL trip Day 2 &amp; 2'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEuzx2XdzjI/AAAAAAAAA0g/wU9NlKjN_NI/s72-c/DSC00918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1967050513989797268</id><published>2008-06-05T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:24.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip day 2</title><content type='html'>Headed to One Utama. Lovely Lace-d again. * Infinite happiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SElkzvEqNQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mHiCIYZQHGw/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208805284002804994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SElkzvEqNQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mHiCIYZQHGw/s400/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SElkBTL4JnI/AAAAAAAAAyg/mSfB1D8G6lY/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208804417523426930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SElkBTL4JnI/AAAAAAAAAyg/mSfB1D8G6lY/s400/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEljXXcOg7I/AAAAAAAAAyY/oL_hY9D0dIg/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208803697111237554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEljXXcOg7I/AAAAAAAAAyY/oL_hY9D0dIg/s400/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf9kvni5fI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/o_kxeMwMAQc/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208410301776717298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf9kvni5fI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/o_kxeMwMAQc/s400/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I forced to smile under the rain? It's One U's open garden &amp;amp; somemore I got to squat at such undemure position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf39Kr5AyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aQ6FxfcJCh4/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208404124289794850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf39Kr5AyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/aQ6FxfcJCh4/s400/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this incredible craft store " Craft Haven" selling scrapbook papers, polymer clays, &amp;amp; even acrylic paintings for dummies. There's usually where all my money goes to ( sigh in deep dismay) But also, the price is quite incredible too as the items are all imported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; we had Sushi King, coming along with the favourite Honey Brown Sauce where not many sushi restaurants have it besides Pepper Lunch. Itadaikimasu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf3JBf-WOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m9eQRaeQGBY/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208403228470696162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf3JBf-WOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/m9eQRaeQGBY/s400/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf2UGCAPdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/lFekTlTZVCU/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208402319154101714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf2UGCAPdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/lFekTlTZVCU/s400/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stared + pouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf1dYigkpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ftvHXn91pP4/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208401379229471378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEf1dYigkpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ftvHXn91pP4/s400/DSC00768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, isn't this suave guy a cutie? I always go ga-ga over him, even if we've been together for 19 months. If you tell me Mr. Chew is not cute I'm going to give you a face-smacking slap &amp;amp; a rib-crushing hug.* Laughing out my lungs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1967050513989797268?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1967050513989797268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1967050513989797268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-trip-day-2.html' title='KL trip day 2'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SElkzvEqNQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/mHiCIYZQHGw/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-8804621916721170114</id><published>2008-06-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:25.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip day 1 &amp; 1</title><content type='html'>The only shop I bought things in KL - will be the one &amp;amp; only &lt;a href="http://www.lovelylace.com/"&gt;Lovely Lace&lt;/a&gt;. Spent hundred of bucks there for my house renovation plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfxM5st-EI/AAAAAAAAAxg/cKMl4ZW6byY/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208396698026375234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfxM5st-EI/AAAAAAAAAxg/cKMl4ZW6byY/s400/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfwNYrcYEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pgrV_gK7R6A/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208395606830899266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfwNYrcYEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/pgrV_gK7R6A/s400/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who can resist all the fluffy laces, english roses, &amp;amp; Victorian china??! I must get all the stuff there &amp;amp; be the embassador of Lovely Lace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we 'devoured' our dinner at Domino's Pizza at Mid Valley. They have tastier Italian servings compared to Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfvMUovUeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nUiUpeKUuTI/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208394489054319074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfvMUovUeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nUiUpeKUuTI/s400/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Garlic breads that look like Rapunzel's braided plaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfutHcHxEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/uySA7BEh7w8/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393952935789634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfutHcHxEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/uySA7BEh7w8/s400/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pizza - Tuna Temptation with Top Secret Sauce. I don't know what's so secretive about that sauce but it definitely craves me for more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEft-ZvLAOI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ar9dF5rBjzo/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208393150393680098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEft-ZvLAOI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ar9dF5rBjzo/s400/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEftNp6fdZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/IDqkuhxnSow/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208392312922535314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEftNp6fdZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/IDqkuhxnSow/s400/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it's travel time again. But Jeffrey came &amp;amp; fetched me up!!! I miss him sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-8804621916721170114?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8804621916721170114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/8804621916721170114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-trip-day-1-1.html' title='KL trip day 1 &amp; 1'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEfxM5st-EI/AAAAAAAAAxg/cKMl4ZW6byY/s72-c/DSC00925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6898193847471184686</id><published>2008-06-03T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:27.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip day 1</title><content type='html'>In Singapore, you can't really see trains on your head. But in KL, you can literally feel like the monorail is growling above your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVJhNYgHZI/AAAAAAAAAww/gi4tfN_ryis/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649379000786322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVJhNYgHZI/AAAAAAAAAww/gi4tfN_ryis/s400/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVI3urybCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Qc-eOPfesvg/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207648666385542178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVI3urybCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Qc-eOPfesvg/s400/DSC00931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic jamming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVIQVrQFJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/1gf7l1Dzus4/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207647989657506962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVIQVrQFJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/1gf7l1Dzus4/s400/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVHt_8zb-I/AAAAAAAAAwY/JzxgeKYpvjM/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207647399709994978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVHt_8zb-I/AAAAAAAAAwY/JzxgeKYpvjM/s400/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyscraper viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVGzNFws4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YPscJ04wZ-g/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207646389624943490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVGzNFws4I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YPscJ04wZ-g/s400/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; the tall KL tower is just few feet beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVGMIyKpJI/AAAAAAAAAwI/i3ytHdZfMsc/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207645718454117522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVGMIyKpJI/AAAAAAAAAwI/i3ytHdZfMsc/s400/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hard time travelling around the city, even with the help of my trusty map. Yet, I still had a great time going up. In fact, the best trip I ever had. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6898193847471184686?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6898193847471184686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6898193847471184686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/06/kl-trip-day-1.html' title='KL trip day 1'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SEVJhNYgHZI/AAAAAAAAAww/gi4tfN_ryis/s72-c/DSC00935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-7964598467369934633</id><published>2008-05-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:28.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for my KL trip</title><content type='html'>The electric piano's arrived!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2OpakRbAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/PkQIlr03uWw/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205473586467400706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2OpakRbAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/PkQIlr03uWw/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2OTqkRa_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/lPeAfv6W4RI/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205473212805245938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2OTqkRa_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/lPeAfv6W4RI/s400/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2N4KkRa-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/9b9BVEVkvxg/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205472740358843362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2N4KkRa-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/9b9BVEVkvxg/s400/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Puipui sis. Love you loads &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD1vk6kRa7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/GYgU4ZurbAk/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205439424297528242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD1vk6kRa7I/AAAAAAAAAvI/GYgU4ZurbAk/s400/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customised car card for a dear customer. I really think that it's a very cute car, looks like a bumpy Volkswagen. The couple's initials are written on the car plate. The gas coming out from the car forms a heart shape. I further added the couple's caricature on the car's windown pane, unfortunately I forgot to take a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't pack up my stuff yet. We ( Coco &amp;amp; I) will be driving up to KL next morning. Can hardly wait! Wish me a good journey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-7964598467369934633?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7964598467369934633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/7964598467369934633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/preparing-for-my-kl-trip.html' title='Preparing for my KL trip'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SD2OpakRbAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/PkQIlr03uWw/s72-c/DSC00730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6139362858944368767</id><published>2008-05-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:31.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>This, below,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDutyKkRa0I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tv-roYRfC7Q/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204944871698295618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDutyKkRa0I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tv-roYRfC7Q/s400/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is basically our new house. We bought this piece back from the high court's auction for a really good price. See how Brother Zen is so happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDureqkRazI/AAAAAAAAAuI/E8k7Qx-0GqU/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204942337667590962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDureqkRazI/AAAAAAAAAuI/E8k7Qx-0GqU/s400/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuq86kRayI/AAAAAAAAAuA/suZWbvZznco/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204941757847005986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuq86kRayI/AAAAAAAAAuA/suZWbvZznco/s400/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden accessories include old bird house, old penguins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuolKkRaxI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kE99uwWQTBQ/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204939150801857298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuolKkRaxI/AAAAAAAAAt4/kE99uwWQTBQ/s400/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; an old flock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuoTKkRawI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ZiX4Dhem8Q0/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204938841564211970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuoTKkRawI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ZiX4Dhem8Q0/s400/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of pots for gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDunMakRauI/AAAAAAAAAtg/u-59N9cbsG0/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204937626088467170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDunMakRauI/AAAAAAAAAtg/u-59N9cbsG0/s400/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDum1KkRatI/AAAAAAAAAtY/YdmCI2LZfzQ/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204937226656508626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDum1KkRatI/AAAAAAAAAtY/YdmCI2LZfzQ/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piles of letter for the previous owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDumU6kRasI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5HFZx37vTsQ/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204936672605727426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDumU6kRasI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/5HFZx37vTsQ/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDulsKkRarI/AAAAAAAAAtI/p5mEauZs2LU/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204935972526058162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDulsKkRarI/AAAAAAAAAtI/p5mEauZs2LU/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuksqkRaqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2D2C5JNqXaw/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204934881604364962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuksqkRaqI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2D2C5JNqXaw/s400/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what's more shocking is, the previous owner left his Honda City here. We 've just bought more than a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDukMakRapI/AAAAAAAAAs4/p58qesvtRx4/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204934327553583762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDukMakRapI/AAAAAAAAAs4/p58qesvtRx4/s400/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuj2akRaoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/f1_sPIX8KGo/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204933949596461698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuj2akRaoI/AAAAAAAAAsw/f1_sPIX8KGo/s400/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDujmKkRanI/AAAAAAAAAso/T2ZaeueDH2U/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204933670423587442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDujmKkRanI/AAAAAAAAAso/T2ZaeueDH2U/s400/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And practically, the new house is just OPPOSITE our rent house now. Funny, that's why we can go there &amp;amp; start to renovate it every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDujO6kRamI/AAAAAAAAAsg/T0mgk5NzfvI/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204933270991628898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDujO6kRamI/AAAAAAAAAsg/T0mgk5NzfvI/s400/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendly neighbours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDui-KkRalI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_ipmCGct0Fs/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204932983228820050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDui-KkRalI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_ipmCGct0Fs/s400/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuip6kRakI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/n7rdynBCIZw/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204932635336469058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDuip6kRakI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/n7rdynBCIZw/s400/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk less here cuz I have more to tell in future. At last my dream has came true. That is to start a new house from zero. Like how people in other countries build their own garden, furniture, design themselves &amp;amp; decorate themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6139362858944368767?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6139362858944368767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6139362858944368767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDutyKkRa0I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tv-roYRfC7Q/s72-c/DSC00668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-9101752985979530103</id><published>2008-05-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:32.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A naughty kids' camp</title><content type='html'>Fun. Noise. &amp;amp; Chaos. I was being pulled to be the kids' teacher in the 2 day camp at the BLIA temple. My group of monkeys consisted of 8 young energetic male monkey-lings &amp;amp; 5 sweet female monkey-lings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all in all, there were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them. With a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmS5akRaaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MQH-E_BhMoY/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204352359484975522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmS5akRaaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MQH-E_BhMoY/s400/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they're doing the chaotic floor dance. Their sweats all sticked onto the floor tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmSKakRaZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RSQBoXjcs9c/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204351552031123858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmSKakRaZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RSQBoXjcs9c/s400/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmRtakRaYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w9qv3Vdm5dQ/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204351053814917506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmRtakRaYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w9qv3Vdm5dQ/s400/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cute little Yibin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmQ0qkRaXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/siV4KkdlwIk/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204350078857341298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmQ0qkRaXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/siV4KkdlwIk/s400/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of &lt;strong&gt;Monchichis&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmQIKkRaWI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OJGWypZD4pE/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204349314353162594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmQIKkRaWI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OJGWypZD4pE/s400/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my few posing &lt;strong&gt;TOP MODELS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really reluctant to join in the weekend with them initially, but the 2-day camp ended happily. The toilets were darn lung-choking &amp;amp; their left food could pile up a hill. &amp;amp; my little ones told me I looked like a zombie at the 2nd day. But I'm happy to be there, after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those little angels can melt your heart instantly without failure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-9101752985979530103?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/9101752985979530103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/9101752985979530103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/naughty-kids-camp.html' title='A naughty kids&apos; camp'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDmS5akRaaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MQH-E_BhMoY/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4109692416474643610</id><published>2008-05-21T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:32.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do without my drawing tablet?</title><content type='html'>My drawing tablet is now at its PhD state. Yes, Permanent Head Damage. Everytime I plug in the USB, it starts to 'quarrel' with the mouse for the arrow. Ok, if you don't understand what I mean, one day you'll know when you're using it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I can't draw things again =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDQsGcdF8XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/aM-uvslzoNk/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202831958748819826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDQsGcdF8XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/aM-uvslzoNk/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got out the first earning I have to pay up for my first piano school fee. Yes, you get me! I'm back to hit the music again! I was so happy to find a great teacher offering piano classes at cheap payment! If I still can't decide to play again, it will be too old before I regret. &amp;amp; Yes, and my dream is to own a white baby grand or grand piano in future * chuckle*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, part of the earning from making those cards are contributed to China's earthquake disaster. Everytime I teared upon reading the papers &amp;amp; eventually told mum to donate it all out. I can't help anything, but that's the least I can do to the unfortunate ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-4109692416474643610?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4109692416474643610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4109692416474643610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-can-i-do-without-my-drawing-tablet.html' title='What can I do without my drawing tablet?'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SDQsGcdF8XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/aM-uvslzoNk/s72-c/DSC00667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-684606841737157156</id><published>2008-05-15T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:32.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperbar - my tiny cardmaking place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sharks. Guess I can't hide it anymore since Cas has revealed out my secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes fellas, I've tried out a cardmaking blog so do check out this tiny space of mine at &lt;a href="http://paperbar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paperbar&lt;/a&gt;. At first I was thinking of just a try out, since I was SOOOOOO BORING NOWADAYS. Actually not. I've been driving, renovating the new house, giving naughty kids tuitions, but I still feel like sitting down at the computer doing something AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've lost confidence after what had happened last year. Failed my school. Failed my parents. Failed myself. It's a year of chalk &amp;amp; dust, &amp;amp; I keep thinking, " What the heck no one will buy cards from you. There's a whole bunch in the shopping malls, cheaper too!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after seeing Cas's tag, I gave out a LONGGGGG SSssigh. Ya maybe I should really try out this time. Failure or not, scares who but not me. It's just the tiniest part of my life, &amp;amp; yet I'm taking time for granted &amp;amp; complaining this &amp;amp; that &amp;amp; blaming everything to myself. But when I look back all those time, it's not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm still here, alive &amp;amp; kickin'. So dear all, please do support me ya! I'm not intending to earn or whatsoever, I just wanna love the way life is now. &amp;amp; please date me out since Jeffrey threw me alone here (sob sob), gonna have a long-awaiting date with my girls! I hope if I use some of your names, please say "never mind it's alright" cuz I love all of your names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCzwR8dF8KI/AAAAAAAAAok/7pwRP64hP1c/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200795860782674082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCzwR8dF8KI/AAAAAAAAAok/7pwRP64hP1c/s400/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used some of the faux jewels Net gave me few years ago, &amp;amp; did something like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-684606841737157156?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/684606841737157156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/684606841737157156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/paperbar-my-tiny-cardmaking-place.html' title='Paperbar - my tiny cardmaking place'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCzwR8dF8KI/AAAAAAAAAok/7pwRP64hP1c/s72-c/DSC00631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-1816945799829758475</id><published>2008-05-14T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:34.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeffrey's last day at Singapore</title><content type='html'>Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCroz8dF8BI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vRQ91LH4SYU/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200224698851782674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCroz8dF8BI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vRQ91LH4SYU/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite market carrotcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrobsdF8AI/AAAAAAAAAnU/KNwjAV9il88/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200224282239954946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrobsdF8AI/AAAAAAAAAnU/KNwjAV9il88/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double sigh... Our "last dinner" at Sushi Tei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrmcsdF7-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/UrtCAq9aROo/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200222100396568546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrmcsdF7-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/UrtCAq9aROo/s200/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrnicdF7_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/ClIfEdscHl4/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200223298692444146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrnicdF7_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/ClIfEdscHl4/s200/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrKjsdF78I/AAAAAAAAAm0/6eb9tqrXXkE/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200191434330075074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrKjsdF78I/AAAAAAAAAm0/6eb9tqrXXkE/s200/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrkUsdF79I/AAAAAAAAAm8/urhNa8_9J9k/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200219763934359506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrkUsdF79I/AAAAAAAAAm8/urhNa8_9J9k/s200/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "last craze" at Ikea's Children section ( our favourite place ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrJGMdF77I/AAAAAAAAAms/zm4pAggGPMQ/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200189828012306354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrJGMdF77I/AAAAAAAAAms/zm4pAggGPMQ/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrISMdF76I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZWhuOlxxK00/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200188934659108770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCrISMdF76I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ZWhuOlxxK00/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple sigh along with an infinite amount of SIGHsssss.... He left me alone here! LOL kuso kuso. I know it's another stage of our relationship. Thank you very much for everything, Mr. Chew xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His last day at Singapore is also a day where we've been together for a year &amp;amp; a half... ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-1816945799829758475?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1816945799829758475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/1816945799829758475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeffreys-last-day-at-singapore.html' title='Jeffrey&apos;s last day at Singapore'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCroz8dF8BI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vRQ91LH4SYU/s72-c/DSC00362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-2401468416821952014</id><published>2008-05-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:35.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper basket with lots of love</title><content type='html'>Since after their exams, I decided to let my sweetheart students to be more relaxed at their previous lessons. So there will be NO MATHS/ SCIENCE TEXTBOOKS OR ASSIGNMENTS! How they cheered cuz we settled down to do some messy artsy handicrafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChMG8dF75I/AAAAAAAAAmY/njV5w52RlUM/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199489451990314898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChMG8dF75I/AAAAAAAAAmY/njV5w52RlUM/s400/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we first started by rolling old magazine papers. All my Cawaii &amp;amp; Mina magazines were all gone for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChJtsdF74I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JGPjL470Qk8/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199486819175362434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChJtsdF74I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JGPjL470Qk8/s400/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie, tie, tie. Plaid, plaid, plaid. Tear, tear, tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChJGsdF73I/AAAAAAAAAmI/6XtdMhyQpAc/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199486149160464242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChJGsdF73I/AAAAAAAAAmI/6XtdMhyQpAc/s400/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChH-sdF72I/AAAAAAAAAmA/G9qdIuhGTwI/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199484912209882978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChH-sdF72I/AAAAAAAAAmA/G9qdIuhGTwI/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChHTcdF71I/AAAAAAAAAl4/3uJKILUSJEI/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199484169180540754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChHTcdF71I/AAAAAAAAAl4/3uJKILUSJEI/s400/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paint, paint, paint. They wanna use awkward colours like continental blue! Yet I insisted to use burnt umber &amp;amp; violet deep red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChGzsdF70I/AAAAAAAAAlk/Kb4zLRAt0sQ/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199483623719694146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChGzsdF70I/AAAAAAAAAlk/Kb4zLRAt0sQ/s400/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChGTcdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cyKOtDb6fH0/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199483069668912930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChGTcdF7yI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cyKOtDb6fH0/s400/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChFt8dF7xI/AAAAAAAAAlM/z7u-mdfujaQ/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199482425423818514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChFt8dF7xI/AAAAAAAAAlM/z7u-mdfujaQ/s400/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done, done, done! Our paper basket is done! Our plaitings were messy, but it came out just as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChEcsdF7wI/AAAAAAAAAlE/VkpC-PRlhCU/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199481029559447298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChEcsdF7wI/AAAAAAAAAlE/VkpC-PRlhCU/s400/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up myy favourite Wanling took it home as a Mother's Day gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-2401468416821952014?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2401468416821952014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/2401468416821952014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/paper-basket-with-lots-of-love.html' title='Paper basket with lots of love'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SChMG8dF75I/AAAAAAAAAmY/njV5w52RlUM/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-4479578169841484186</id><published>2008-05-09T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:36.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCQYDEy_LXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z77W1z6pn10/s1600-h/mothers+day.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198306310998666610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCQYDEy_LXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z77W1z6pn10/s400/mothers+day.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all the mums in the whole world! I've been facing internet connection problem recently, so there will be very very LITTLE updates. Muaks to all the mums! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, we spent all the pennies in our pockets. We bought a NEW SEMI-DETACHED house &amp;amp; a NEW AVANZA TOYOTA car for her. Love her lots!&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/2643870894743947201-4479578169841484186?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4479578169841484186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/4479578169841484186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SCQYDEy_LXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z77W1z6pn10/s72-c/mothers+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5600022578611063338</id><published>2008-05-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:36.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SByV4UbySsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/78oTdilO-Uw/s1600-h/04-05-08+merlion.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196192864869173954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SByV4UbySsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/78oTdilO-Uw/s400/04-05-08+merlion.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can we sit down and chat till dawn at the same old place again, when you'll be gone for long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5600022578611063338?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5600022578611063338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5600022578611063338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-dont-go.html' title='Please don&apos;t go'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SByV4UbySsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/78oTdilO-Uw/s72-c/04-05-08+merlion.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-9167643166674054549</id><published>2008-05-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:36.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handpainted Wood</title><content type='html'>I am totally inspired by cottage designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBvK2EbySrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tSqP2AwT2KI/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195969625354029746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBvK2EbySrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tSqP2AwT2KI/s400/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBvJWkbySqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yHd6nnOGIEI/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195967984676522658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBvJWkbySqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yHd6nnOGIEI/s400/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, I had completed painting the floral design as a gift for Dear Jeff's parents ( Uncle Jimmy's belated birthday cum Aunt Jenny's Mother's Day gift). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Inspired by Pure Magic flora in the Gardener's Idea Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Diamond Frost ( euphorbia hybrid) but I thought it looked like morning glorys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Opal Innocence ( Nemesia fruticans hybrid) which are those white tiny flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Walnut Hollow Basswood Country Round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they like it thought. Nervous**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-9167643166674054549?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/9167643166674054549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/9167643166674054549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/05/handpainted-wood.html' title='Handpainted Wood'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBvK2EbySrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tSqP2AwT2KI/s72-c/DSC00504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-6571656870257825105</id><published>2008-04-30T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:37.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a train ride</title><content type='html'>Life is like a train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiTnEbySgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KRWyCiBlkDU/s1600-h/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195064469586332162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiTnEbySgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KRWyCiBlkDU/s400/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught up the same train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiTIUbySfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/SV6417aDW5s/s1600-h/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195063941305354738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiTIUbySfI/AAAAAAAAAf0/SV6417aDW5s/s400/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drop at our own destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiSdkbySeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZNVEje8Lbpo/s1600-h/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride+34.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195063206865947106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiSdkbySeI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ZNVEje8Lbpo/s400/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride+34.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't possibly alight at the same stop as others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words said by dearest Kak Sha. Blog by deardearest &lt;a href="http://suave-confessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adibah&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-6571656870257825105?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6571656870257825105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/6571656870257825105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-train-ride.html' title='Life&apos;s a train ride'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBiTnEbySgI/AAAAAAAAAf8/KRWyCiBlkDU/s72-c/30-04-08+life%27s+train+ride.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643870894743947201.post-5463138807862783770</id><published>2008-04-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:58:37.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avada's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBcxvEbySdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aTxTcreLHGA/s1600-h/life+theatre+stage+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194675379909052882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBcxvEbySdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aTxTcreLHGA/s400/life+theatre+stage+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's like a play on stage. What character are you playing, what mask and costume are you wearing, what feelings are you having, who are your audience, what are you revealing, what are you hiding, which chapter are you at... Play it well, and you're nominated for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; do check out &lt;a href="http://avada-kedevra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jasmine's&lt;/a&gt; blog! She wanted to have a new blogskin so I drew some stuff for her. * Shy* I'm so happy she likes it. Because I know she loves theatre so much, but I ended up drawing out things that are more cinematic &amp;amp; popcorn-like=/ I'm super touched, don't really know why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe we do share some similarities. I'm glad after bloody JC, we decided to separate and find out what dreams and future that we are exactly looking for. One year in school, we learn relatively nothing but to more stubbornly searching our souls out there. Once, we talked about what we like. ART. Performing ARTS. It's so nice to share with her cuz it's something similar to what I like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, today I think we did it. Eventually, we are happier in the way we wanted. Rib-crushing hug to her and a big wet kiss!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2643870894743947201-5463138807862783770?l=tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5463138807862783770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2643870894743947201/posts/default/5463138807862783770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tenladyfingerz.blogspot.com/2008/04/avadas-blog.html' title='Avada&apos;s blog'/><author><name>tenladyfingerz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16049644504856134978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_oF6_6Y7ppvI/SBcxvEbySdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/aTxTcreLHGA/s72-c/life+theatre+stage+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
