<?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-30740354</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:35:17.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FALLING PIN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-6711514473781336146</id><published>2011-09-13T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:03:51.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skips</title><content type='html'>How true is it&amp;nbsp;that skipping through a huge grassland of tall grass (with the&amp;nbsp;occassional flowers)&amp;nbsp;at sunset&amp;nbsp;makes one smile like the way&amp;nbsp;many do in the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the grazes caused&amp;nbsp;by the tall weed like grass slithering against bare skin? Thorns from the flowers pricking into flesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps the&amp;nbsp;wind,&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;slight heat from what's left&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;before it sets, the&amp;nbsp;scents from the&amp;nbsp;occassional flowers, and the seemingly interminable grassland makes everything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone like me though - who doesn't particularly take delight in being&amp;nbsp;amongst nature -&amp;nbsp;it does puzzle,&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp;skipping through that grassland, past flowers which aren't my favourite, in that summer,&amp;nbsp;during that sunset, still made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-6711514473781336146?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6711514473781336146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=6711514473781336146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6711514473781336146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6711514473781336146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/skips.html' title='Skips'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1950378868687220656</id><published>2011-09-13T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:19:41.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie Underwood - Mama's Song :)</title><content type='html'>"Mama you taught me to do the right things&lt;br /&gt;So now you have to let your baby fly&lt;br /&gt;You've given me everything that I will need&lt;br /&gt;To make it through this crazy thing called life&lt;br /&gt;And I know you watch me grow up and always want whats best for me&lt;br /&gt;And I think I found the answer to your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is good, so good&lt;br /&gt;He treats your little girl like a real man should&lt;br /&gt;He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps &lt;br /&gt;No he's never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;So dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Mama theres no way you'll ever lose me&lt;br /&gt;And giving me away is not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;As you watch me walk down to my future, I hope tears of joy are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he is good, so good&lt;br /&gt;He treats your little girl like a real man should&lt;br /&gt;He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps &lt;br /&gt;No he's never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;So dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I watch my little baby grow I'll only want whats best for her&lt;br /&gt;And I hope she'll find the answer to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And that she'll say&lt;br /&gt;He is good, so good&lt;br /&gt;He treats your little girl like a real man should&lt;br /&gt;He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps &lt;br /&gt;No he's never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;So dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama dont you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Dont you worry about me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1950378868687220656?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1950378868687220656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1950378868687220656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1950378868687220656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1950378868687220656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2011/09/carrie-underwood-mamas-song.html' title='Carrie Underwood - Mama&apos;s Song :)'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-663178018255105452</id><published>2011-08-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:06:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heigh ho heigh ho!</title><content type='html'>It's off to the gym i goooo :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about... slightly shy of 2 weeks since i signed up for my fitness first gym membership and in about 30mins, im gonna embark on my virgin personal trainer session with a primary school friend of mine...... let's see how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-663178018255105452?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/663178018255105452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=663178018255105452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/663178018255105452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/663178018255105452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/heigh-ho-heigh-ho.html' title='Heigh ho heigh ho!'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-4921751002959456756</id><published>2011-08-19T15:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:53:08.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right as rain</title><content type='html'>"I'd rather be a comma than a fullstop" - rather be able to alter an outcome with what's to follow, than to have the door completely... SHUT.. CLOSED. &lt;br /&gt;Am now listing to this mish mash of a dance track which combines about 5-6 awesome songs into one. If only things in life were as simple; then choices need not be made - you just pick all the awesomes, banish all the shits, and mish mash the awesomes. Then life would be full of beautifuls instead of beautiful disasters. &lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;It's Friday and I'm strangly feeling really gloomy. Maybe it's just the beauty of the rain. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-4921751002959456756?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4921751002959456756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=4921751002959456756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4921751002959456756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4921751002959456756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2011/08/right-as-rain-id-rather-be-comma-than.html' title='Right as rain'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7498743035848429266</id><published>2011-04-01T10:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:54:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO AGAIN WORLD</title><content type='html'>I AM BACK. Or decided to be at least :) Let's hope this doesn't become an april fool's joke :) &lt;br /&gt;As if my face isnt already chubbs nuff. The Lord had to bestow me with a gum infection to remind me of life 10years ago. I used to think stomachaches are bad.. but trust me, gum infection -- friggin takes the (WHOLE) cake. I'm (almost) recovered thank Jesus. To those who are trying very hard to convince me to extract them teeth -- NOOOOO. i have low tolerance for pain :( &lt;br /&gt;Sabs is going through her wisdom tooth op at the mo, with lee giving a live commentary via whatapp =.= ADD OIL ADD OIL! *whips out pom poms* &lt;br /&gt;TGIF!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7498743035848429266?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7498743035848429266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7498743035848429266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7498743035848429266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7498743035848429266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-again-world.html' title='HELLO AGAIN WORLD'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-8601781072966344263</id><published>2008-11-26T11:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:15:21.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ZANK YOU EVERYBADEH! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy went up to Yong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: Yong, how to make Jie's birthday more exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yong: I don't know leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: I was thinking of getting her a dress to surprise her but... I don't know how to buy. I don't think she will like the dress I choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yong: OH. err.. ya. i think don't get her a dress la. we will think of something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: oh. okay okay... you think of something then we discuss again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HURHURHURHUR. FUNNY FATHER NG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a little late, but thank you everyone who contributed to the hot air balloon on a winter's day birthday i had! :) i LOVE all the surprises and presents i got this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daddy for my air ticket! (Thanks for being both a mommy and a perfect daddy. i love you!) Thanks An for that very thoughtful present (you never fail to make me love you more my littlest brother!) YONG, YOU LOUSY SHIT ASS OF A BROTHER. WHERE IS MY PRESENT. CHICKEN FEET. (i do love you but that doesnt mean you dont have to give me a present.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, heh. sorry for that outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Peiyi for the surprise and dinner (you never fail to surprise me with your surprises, surprise after surprise after surprise after surprise! tehehe. my beloved bestie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lane for the Rihanna concert ticket and the company :) (gotta love you and your thoughtful little ways so!:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mojojojo for sneakily dropping my present off at my home! (you are indeed my best shopping partner and one of my closest friend :) that top is totally my style. ahh! i still owe you your present! ahhhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Auntie If for the very nice jumper suit (im SO going to enjoy shopping with you in Hong Kong! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jane and co. (my st nicks friends who make me oh so happy! :) ) for the cell phone and all the trouble in liasing with Bennie :s  (Jane also for the AveQ ticket! you are waaaay tooooooo cute! TOOOOO CUTE! JUST LIKE A CONFUSED PORCUPINE! awww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Grace, Singe and Jax for the oh so costly yet delicious dinner and the book (i have started on it Grace. am at page one. slow and steady wins the race!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hana, Alvin and Adam for the surprise and gift (finally we are meeting up! YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Emily Cheong Woan Zhen for the freeeeeeee ktv session (you are indeed my favourite beloved little cousin! *pinch pinch your cheeks* ahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lisar for the forever21 voucher (you are psychic. i LOVE forever21 even though im far from that age. HA HA HA HA HA -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nancy, Viv, Emme, Rina, Linus for the office surprise! (awwwwww AWWWWW awwwwwww awwwwwww AWWWWW! one for each person. dont fight. Nancy i miss you. boohoo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my CTSS darlings, Melinda and Denyse for that oh so cute song! Melinda you have won the award for having wish me happy birthday the most times in 2008! *applause* Denyse, GOOD GIRL YOU ARE TAKING LIT NEXT YEAR! (you two girls are diabetic! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALSO TO EVERYONE ELSE FOR THEIR WELL WISHES! i am a TOO LOVE-FILLED! tehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I CANNOT WAIT TO GO ON LEAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-8601781072966344263?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8601781072966344263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=8601781072966344263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8601781072966344263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8601781072966344263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/zank-you-everybadeh-daddy-went-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1435657078072609361</id><published>2008-11-18T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:23:12.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the person i love most in my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to dream of her sometime near my birthday. It's been almost 4 years now. Will always miss and love you mommy! Thanks for never failing to remember my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1435657078072609361?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1435657078072609361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1435657078072609361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1435657078072609361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1435657078072609361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-person-i-love-most-in-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-9001225662652943358</id><published>2008-08-25T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:40:23.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Micheal Jackson chocolate bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Was watching E! Entertainment and amongst the many artistes they were commenting on for having clothing lines…watch lines…blah blah, came this piece of information that there actually is a Michael Jackson chocolate bar. One can be sure I wont love it. Since there’s bound to be a choice of only White Chocolate, White Chocolate, White Chocolate and MAYBE Milk Chocolate, and since my favourite’s Dark Chocolate, sorry Mike, I maybe a huge fan of your music, but you don’t get my vote on the chocolates! Im sticking to good ol’ Mr Wonka for those! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-9001225662652943358?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9001225662652943358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=9001225662652943358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/9001225662652943358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/9001225662652943358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/micheal-jackson-chocolate-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-4997868349409137775</id><published>2008-08-17T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:33:00.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;drats. the green and red mouse has reappeared. why? why come back out when you remained hidden for so long? i almost forgot you existed. RUNAWAY. and never come back. i want you dead and gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-4997868349409137775?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4997868349409137775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=4997868349409137775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4997868349409137775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4997868349409137775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/08/drats.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-9115526454737896342</id><published>2008-07-06T23:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;gold the runner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liling: I've conquered the 4.5km mark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: oei! never wait for me. we're supposed to start together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liling: i think. you need to sit in between jane and liza. then you will start running. like immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all i needed was jane. her hot body, and her ridiculously amazingly convincing mouth. then there's the milk run. and liling participating. just last night, i swore i am not going to do anything to crazy until i was more prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND THEN, this morning, in the shower...a strange voice within my head, "okay. im going for the run. the full 9.4km."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so after eating a full bowl of rice, and downing 600ml of water in fear of dehydration, i met jane and liling at 3pm, outside river valley primary school, geared in my brother's maroon fbt singlet and a pair of shorts i dug outa my pjs drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219934226905152690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SHDuheGVvLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zlVU8g-XV_w/s400/race_route_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at the start line. 3.10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: oh fug. i need to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liling and jane: uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(see i SPECIFICALLY ASKED the older of the 2 ng brothers if i would feel like peeing upon drinking so much before the run. he told me "no la. you'd be perspiring like mad. wont feel like peeing. you better drink at least 500ml of water." YEAH RIGHT.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;at 3.12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: oh crap. i really need to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liling and jane: oh no. can tahan 1.5hrs?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: i try.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.14...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: holy shamoozee i really need to pee! ahhh!! help!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.15, race started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.20 while running past riverview hotel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: okay i really cannot take it MY BLADDER IS BURSTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jane: okay go in and pee! we wait for you here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in the hotel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: WHERE IS THE TOILET?!?!?!???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;recep: 2nd floor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHY CANT THEY HAVE ONE ON THE 1ST FLOOR?! i need to feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that must have been the fastest pee ive ever managed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;exited the hotel, to find my two very sweet friends still waiting there for me, with NOONE ELSE. what a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyways after what felt like 43121516km...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: how far have we ran?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jane: uhm not bad! we already covered about 2plus km!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;liling and me: !#$%^&amp;amp;!#$%^ ONLY?!?!??!?!?! AHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;same thing happened at the 5th. and 6th. and 9th km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i finally saw the F I N I S H sign..it spelt H E A V E N. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i still cant believe i completed the run. i AM PROUD OF MYSELF. even though to many its no biggie. rewarded myself with MILO FROM THE MILO TRUCK! :) :) :) i LOVE MILO FROM THE MILO TRUCK! i want to someday OWN ONE. KUDOS TO LILING AND MYSELF! to jane: YOU DA BOMB! as a friend, runner and pacer :) WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;up next... THE NIKE RUN and THE GREAT EASTERN WOMEN'S 10KM RUN. hohoho!&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/30740354-9115526454737896342?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/9115526454737896342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=9115526454737896342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/9115526454737896342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/9115526454737896342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/gold-runner-liling-ive-conquered-4.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SHDuheGVvLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zlVU8g-XV_w/s72-c/race_route_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3867365172549314247</id><published>2008-07-02T19:18:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:04.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;secondofjulytwothousandandeight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today, i went to the gym. GYM OKAY. people who know me WILL be amazed. like the jaw drop to the floor and rolls 2km away kinda amazed. and listen to this, i conquered the 4.5km mark on the threadmill! *whoot whoot* i did, 4.6km! hurhur. aint that SOMETHING. i am on the way to running a marathon! jane will be SO PROUD. she is the queen of marathons. 42km runs we are talking about here. when will i EVER get there. then i did some weights, and then went for boxercise which was oh so fun. in the words of my brother, i hope i dont lose this drive anytime soon. no. make that anytime at all. even typing is tiring. *gasp* but in the words of macdonalds, ba da bup bup bup...im lovin' it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a random interruption. what is up with names of artistes these days. like yoga lin is bad nuff. but i'd give it to them since his name is 林宥嘉 （lin you jia) and it does..kinda....in some way...sound like yoga :s listen to this though; jam. yes. JAM hsiao, 蕭敬騰. like JAM? for someone who has sucha nice voice, he definitely deserves a nicer name. and there're worse ones. like EMOTION. and KINGDOM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im awaiting a peanut-butter and a pilates. and i am sure now. that i do LURVE my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;********************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;last friday, ripple, myself, my bro and lewis went to sentosa. its been a LONG WHILE. and we had sooo much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218383580928684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtsN_r8L_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5xsHLldI3ew/s400/DSC06524.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218390160839293058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtyM_w4OII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ia2vHAQTiCk/s400/DSC06597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218390430431480082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtycsEqiRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b-My0plIN5A/s400/DSC06549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218384204074678290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtsyRFheBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/14tgVjHSRyI/s400/DSC06680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;found a frangipani. was happily looking pretty with it tucked behind my ear only to find that frangipanis are linked to pontianaks :s whoteva. it looks pretty on me anyways! *flicks hair* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218386501410736722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtu3_VHylI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jUjjmZvbjaU/s400/DSC06550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my ridiculous bro wanted to take home some plant-lings (or whatever you call those) to grow. decided that his slippers were the best place to place them while we frolick in the sun and enjoy the sea breeze. he subsequently forgot to take them home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218383891565815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtsgE5mpkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/o2k8OHW_1M0/s400/DSC06579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;again my brother, being that little nature boy that he always has been since litte, caught a fish which had a broken tail. decided to also take it home to try save it. aww. isnt that just so endearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218385902179589074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtuVHBSG9I/AAAAAAAAAII/9Uibf5W9r1U/s400/DSC06688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that was also the fateful day that made me disvover my hidden for so long love for the gatchapon machines : fateful cause it burnt a hole in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what a lovely day.&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/30740354-3867365172549314247?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3867365172549314247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3867365172549314247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3867365172549314247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3867365172549314247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-went-to-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SGtsN_r8L_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5xsHLldI3ew/s72-c/DSC06524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-4875503060730550907</id><published>2008-06-16T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:31:57.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY DADDY'S DAY TO THE BEST DADDY IN THE WORLD! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mr ng should be a happier man today than he was father's day last year. because this father's day, his children did something(s) to acknowledge him as that wonderful father he was, is and always will be! :) i love you pops. you are indeed the 二十四孝爸爸！uhm. it is that 孝 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the ng brothers and i have always had difficulties deciding what to get for the ng father. we originally decided on getting an ipod so that he can use the itrip to listen to his songs in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: let's get him an ipod and the itrip. then he can listen to songs in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;older of two younger ng brothers: okay. oh no. but very ex. i dont have money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: oh ya. now jobless. so me too. :( okay, let's get him the ipod. then ask him to get the trip himself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ng brother: but ipod still very ex right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: oh ya. 200plus. boo. okay i know. we get him the itrip. then he get the ipod himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ng brother: HAHAHA. no i got better plan. we get him the songs IN the ipod. ipod and itrip he buys himself. on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hurhurhur. OF COURSE that didnt and wouldnt happen. we are NICE kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;after all the fuss..the ng siblings treated the family (which included the ng father, two ng aunties, one care taker, and the ng siblings) to a movie and baked him a cake. pictures will be uploaded tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY DADDY'S DAY DADDY. I LOVE YOU TO BITS AND PIECES AND YOU DESERVE EVERY BIT OF LOVE YOUR 3 OFFSPRINGS HAVE FOR YOU AND MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-4875503060730550907?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4875503060730550907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=4875503060730550907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4875503060730550907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4875503060730550907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-ng-should-be-happier-man-today-than.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-5440354779738583080</id><published>2008-06-15T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:59:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maomao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rest in peace maomao. take good good care of your owner from up there and be sure to bless her with pretty furry glittery dreams of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-5440354779738583080?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5440354779738583080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=5440354779738583080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5440354779738583080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5440354779738583080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/maomao-rest-in-peace-maomao.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7883120158647995543</id><published>2008-06-14T01:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:04.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;twothousandandeight'sjune'sfridaythethirteenth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo's getting married and i am OH SO EXCITED. the tentative date set's july 11th 2009. i am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO EXCITED. I A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M THE OH SO HONORED MAID OF HONOR! i feel so special an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;d loved. :) :) :) even though a bridesmaid's really the...bride's maid. aka the one who holds the hand bouquet when the bride goes "ahh someone help me hold my flowers!", also the one who holds the dress when the bride goes "ahh someone help me hold up my dress!" and the one who wipes the perspiration off the bride's face when she goes "ahh my make up's running!" amidst many other chores.  met her for lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;today and my tasks so far are..firstly, to check up on hotel wedding packages...and....prepare a file labeled "Jo's wedding" and a notebook labeled...the same name. oh what alot of things i have to do! WHAT'S THE CHORE IN GETTING BUSY OVER SOMETHING SO EXCITING?! i am happy for you jojo :) sincerely! :) very very happy for you. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; think i will cry at your wedding :( so be sure to introduce me some very good quality waterproof make up okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so for lunch, jo and i met at novena (again), and ate at long john's (again). there is some new meal called the peg-leg meal (which i have tried to locate a picture of online but in vain.) which is oh so yummy. the meal comprises of : 1 chicken piece, approx 5 pepper chicken pieces (peppery and more tender version of the popcorn chicken) and 3 drumlets w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ith fries and a drink. all that only for $5.50! then we went shopping for abit. i got myself a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;air of denim berms while jo, being her usual self, within half an hour, bought 2 tops, a pair of shoes and a watch. *woweee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to make this entry appear less wordy, heres a short interception showing bobby in one of his homer simpson moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SFLGRdh7gxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1FzMA-zHHQ0/s1600-h/homer+bobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SFLGRdh7gxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1FzMA-zHHQ0/s400/homer+bobby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445722108101394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for those who know who bobby is, dont we al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;l love his homer moments?? for those who dont, well, im sure you know who homer simpson is. so just look for homer in the pic. ooh bobby. you are so cuteeeeeee *pinch pinch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;back to my boring day. at night, i met jane and fengyi and we went to watch kungfu panda. that show is F U N N Y. H I L A R I O U S. like the HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA kinda funny. i laughed from start to end. jane CRIED. dont ask me why. jack black is the voice over for mr panda, angePEEna jo-disgusting-lie (sorry i dont like her very much) the voice over for tigress, lucy liu for the viper a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nd jackie chan for the monkey (who hardly spoke. hence, no reasons for guessing why hes allocated the role.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jane left almost immediately after the show. fengyi and i had shopping urges which were impossible to quell. but one problem: it was 10pm :( we got so desperate we walked into bossini AND giordano AND almost did to baleno. along the lucky plaza stretch. damage done: none. then, as we were walking...HEAVEN. why? TANGS OPENS TILL 11PM ON FRIDAYS! not sure about saturdays but who cares since its friday today. so YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TANGS is having a rather mad sale. i should say SINGAPORE is having a rather mad sale. thanks to the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE which is a simply awesome invention or whatever you call it. i bought two skirts (okay i plead guilty for buying two of the same one in different colors :s) from martina pink. damage done: $36 ALTOGETHER. and auntie goldie exclaims: CHEAP RIGHT!?!??! WOOHOO! happiness attained: within 10 mins. *flicks hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;okay off i go to watch my 法政先锋II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7883120158647995543?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7883120158647995543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7883120158647995543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7883120158647995543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7883120158647995543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/twothousandandeightsjunesfridaythethirt.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SFLGRdh7gxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1FzMA-zHHQ0/s72-c/homer+bobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-6413452061562908007</id><published>2008-06-06T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:05.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;marie marie marie... you're a shi...ney peaaarl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie and her very good looking offspring came and left. boohoo. i miss her already :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First day i met her. Walking from Bugis to Arab Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: ooh my hand smells like.... SMELL MY HAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (expecting something pleasant.) EEW! WHATS THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: *laughsss* PUKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: zozo didnt want me to leave her at home. so she cried and cried till she puked all of her dinner out. i didnt have time to wash my hands before leaving home. so like my left shoulder? also smells of her puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kudos to all mothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;At dinner in arab street, she innocently asked the waitress "What beers do you guys have?" discovering that Arab Street is more like..halal street, when Fengyi asked where she wanted to go to after dinner, "im okay with anywhere at all. as long as theres alcohol. " so we took her to Clarke Quay. Where she ordered a lychee martini. After her first sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: *giggles* *grins* *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: babe are you like drunk already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: NO! im just. very happy!! to have alcohol in my system!! you know, thats why i didnt want to take zozo with me today. having a kid and all, i dont drink in front of her. and now...im just....so happy to have alcohol in my system! *giggles* *grins* *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kudos to marie as a mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Second time i met her. with the st nicks babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Location: House @ Dempsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: okay i think im leaving soon. am beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: you are not coming clubbing with us?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: nah don't think so. am really tired man :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: oh DO COME! YOU HAVE TO COME! PLEASE?? (pleads from our walk to the toilet and back to our table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: sorry babe..am VERY tired. i'd see you again maybe tomorrow for dinner? (started packing my bag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marie: (in her desperation) AHH! IM GOING TO PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SEllYf_8kII/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xp3N1uqnX9o/s1600-h/zoe+and+mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SEllYf_8kII/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xp3N1uqnX9o/s400/zoe+and+mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208805915611664514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"zoe, what's in your tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uhm.. ahh.. david cook and david archuleta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LAUGHS OUT LOUD*&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/30740354-6413452061562908007?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6413452061562908007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=6413452061562908007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6413452061562908007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6413452061562908007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/06/marie-marie-marie.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SEllYf_8kII/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xp3N1uqnX9o/s72-c/zoe+and+mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-2151005085334259369</id><published>2008-06-05T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:44:24.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fifthofjunetwothousandandeight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with the cheong aunties today and one of my very many smarties cousins was there too. (as you can see, it runs in the genes. *flicks hair*) He is if im not wrong, a blood specialist or something in NUH. He just received some Singapore Translational Research Award and was the youngest of all the recipients. He also gives talks to high flyers in the industry and is earning a rather niceeeee amount of money a month. THAT is the crucial thing. After all the “woowees” and “ohmahlooonieees”, upon seeing my littlest brother (who isn’t that little really.) who is studying for his A levels in the living room, I started my mommy preach. On…doctors.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;An: hello jie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Me: hello. Eh. Wee Ju kor kor is super amazing okay… you know he… (blahblahblah) SO AH, do you want to be a doctor? Cause I think you should. Can earn a lot one you know. See the aunties? Lao ah-yi has a son who is a doctor, has his own clinic in &lt;st1:place&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt; some more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very accomplished leh. And then look at Wee Ju kor kor. Come out in newspaper all. Plus most importantly, earn a lot of money!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;An: (nods repeatedly)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I &lt;/o:p&gt;am beginning to understand the woes of my gone to be with the Lord perfect mommy. I miss you ma. Don’t worry I will try my very best to make sure littlest brother does well :)&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then I (finally) met Emily and Pam for dinner. It has been SO LONG. Pam lost a whole lot of weight and I am amazed at her APPETITE! Her diet is probably equivalent to one third a sunflower seed a day hamster terms. She, being a body shop addict, scared me enough for me to get a body shop seaweed edition facial wash :s YES I don’t own a facial wash. I wash my face with the shower gel when I shower :s &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pam: you should get a proper regime for your face you know. See your eyes, got some fine lines already. Must take special care of your eyes one you know. It’s the first place that will show your age. I mean you no need to do too many things to your face. Since you are lucky enough to be born with rather good skin. But its about time you start to care for it already. Like must take care of your freckles and all. Will multiply one. (calls for a body shop helper) uhm… can you please advise my friend on a simple regime for her face?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:( yes mam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;See what stewardessing is doing to my friend :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2151005085334259369?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2151005085334259369/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1663829257649321514</id><published>2008-05-23T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:33:50.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She looks at her favourite book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;516 pearly white pages, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;words printed in opaque black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;colors of the pictures radiant as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the smile looking at them brings upon her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She’s read it about 730 times now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Once everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today, she turns 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She looks at her favourite book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;516 pale yellow semi torn pages, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;faded writings amidst the black printed words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;translucent plastic sheets pasted over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the now discolored pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She’s read it about 25915 times now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Once everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today, she turns 85. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her face, still beaming from her simple happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1663829257649321514?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1663829257649321514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1663829257649321514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1663829257649321514'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i am at home on a saturday night fb-ing and yes, blogging. i am a boring person who's bored :(&lt;br /&gt;am now catching the american idol season 7 marathon. i think that jason guy with the dreadlocks is oh so cute. just that he cant seem to sing too well :s but whatever! his looks win me over ANYWAY! *grinsss*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was written on saturday. today is, wednesday. with the blinking of an eyelid/ the flashing of a row of stars, the long weekend twinkled by. no more long weekends for the year if im not wrong. got an email this morning that the long weekends for the year 2009 are aplenty though. yummy. only if i live long enough to enjoy the next year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202706712750210530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 373px; height: 152px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SDO6MKwEPeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oYtOdqPMZlY/s400/long+weekends+2009.bmp" border="0" height="145" width="389" /&gt; Okay so i went to malaysia (truely Asiaaaa) on sunday evening. and i was OH SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THERE. why? i have actually... other than once when i had a stopover at KL on my way to vancouver... NEVER been to malaysia :s had kway teow, sting ray, sotong and coconut juice for dinner. oh so yummy. and fattening. but cheap. then there was a lil bit of shopping and MASSAGE as a wonderful finishing touch. 50 sing bucks for 2 hours. MADNESS RIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday night i went to jane's place to visit mao mao/ raoul/ mochacho/ xiao mao mi (yes that cat has just about as many names as number of lives) that poor thing :( even a non cat lover like myself felt my heart squeeze. you see, her cat fell off her balcony. and is currenly paralysed waist down. she brought it to the JAMES TAN clinic, and was harshly advised to PUT IT TO SLEEP. thank God they didnt. cause hes SO MUCH BETTER NOW. speaking of animal names. this is a typical happening whenever i call a pet clinic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: i would like to make an appointment for my dog to see the vet tomorrow at 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nurse: okay... is this your first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nurse: okay can i have the owner's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: oh..Goldie. G-O-L-D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(before i can finish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nurse: no no, the OWNER'S name not the pet's name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me: errm. yes, my name IS GOLDIE. grrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And may i please reccomend everyone KOREAN INSTANT NOODLES. it is OH SO MAD YUMMY. jane's mom cooked a packet for liza and myself to share. i tell you, EPITOME of QIU-NESS. and SALTINESS. *slurps* i bought 3 packets today. from this Korean shop at cineleisure. which i have come to realise is not the same as the one i had that day :( what to do, on offer mah. i AM singaporean after all :s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;okay it's back to work. i thought marie's arriving today. SHE ISN'T. shes leaving vancouver on the 21st. arriving in singapore only on the 23rd early morning. nasty. well, GINA'S IN SINGAPORE AS WE SPEAK! WELCOME GINA! cant wait to see you! *smiles*&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/30740354-6167451624548226169?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6167451624548226169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=6167451624548226169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6167451624548226169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6167451624548226169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/05/twentyfirstofmaytwothousandandeight.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SDO6MKwEPeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oYtOdqPMZlY/s72-c/long+weekends+2009.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-6096919037730607538</id><published>2008-05-01T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:44:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;today, the television broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Her finger sank through the thin layer of dust before finally reaching the “on” button. She was afraid of what that’d do but when the music came on, that instant nostalgia, which both wrenched and warmed, made it impossible for her to press that button once more.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That was what accompanied her until 2 years ago. Those countless sad, happy, angry, touching songs took her through all those very same emotions. They were never all happy. If anything, most stung more than it eased. Her world was a mere black and white. But everything was...real.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Until the television came along. Everything became more happy than sad. Because she knew when to turn it on. When to change the channel. The television took her into a colorful world of fantasy. Where everything seemed, almost perfect. Where she thought, she was in control. It’s no surprise why the television soon took over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Today, the television broke down. For good.&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/30740354-6096919037730607538?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/6096919037730607538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=6096919037730607538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6096919037730607538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/6096919037730607538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-television-broke-down.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-47804556472209256</id><published>2008-04-24T14:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:50:37.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twentyfourthofapriltwothousandandeight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;recently i have been hearing stories about people getting into trouble cause of what they post on their blogs. i never could, still dont, will never, and dont ever intend to, understand WHY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why get punished for airing own opinions on own spaces? strange how complaining about the service of a particular shop, restaurant or quality of a product would get them rendering better services or producing better products but doing so about a school you're studying in, or like a company you're working in would get your panties up on fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;look, like it or not, all you companies and schools out there, good, bad, famous, infamous, big, small or medium sized for that matter, you dont rock everyone's socks. so LEARN to be open to opinions. why should there be a difference between dealing with employees/students and consumers/the public? even if there are vulgarities here and there, mention of names, take it in your stride. you're not perfect. noone is. unless you are.......david tao..justin timberlake..catherine moennig..keira knightley..johnny depp..tanya chua..chen hao..i shall not go on..in MY eyes. punishing people for verbalizing their thoughts (shiety or not) in their own spaces is totally UNCOOL. and, if the public hears about it, (and they will cause word of mouth is an amazing tool.) you'd get slapped right back in the face. i mean you do know, theres something called karma. so perhaps instead of being all mean and narrowminded, open your heart, ears, nose, eyes, mouth, wallet, bag, door, and whatever other things you can open, to criticisms and just improve. that is definitely the better way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-47804556472209256?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/47804556472209256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=47804556472209256' title='0 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style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HOTTIE MOMMA PANTIES MARIE IS COMING BACK IN MAY!!!!!! scream and shout and make alota noise everybody!!! i hope her hottie baby zoe is coming back too! :D such excitables vegetables!!! *GRINSSS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2649844996817902050?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2649844996817902050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=2649844996817902050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2649844996817902050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2649844996817902050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/hottie-momma-panties-marie-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-2799248551732467352</id><published>2008-04-15T23:37:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:09.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italiccolor:#660000;" &gt;fifteenthofapriltwothousandandeight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATQgmyLx-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CGRKkrRMvBQ/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189501929223079906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATQgmyLx-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CGRKkrRMvBQ/s320/DSC05630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;i met jane for dinner on friday and we wanted to head somewhere which'd have food without carbo. heres part of the deciding process for the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATSv2yLyAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EzJK2KRldco/s1600-h/where+to+eat+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189504390239340546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATSv2yLyAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EzJK2KRldco/s400/where+to+eat+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;of course in the end we didnt go to harvey norman for dinner. instead, we went to this new japanese restaurant called shokudo. shokudo is actually that marche style japo place. but the one we went to was the japanese pasta and pizza place! its located at city link. next to asian kitchen. there is also one which just opened at orchard cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMwGyLx0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uqfgupMTO5c/s1600-h/DSC05624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189497797464540994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMwGyLx0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/uqfgupMTO5c/s320/DSC05624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;the food there is to die for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNtGyLx6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uxuKazKYswg/s1600-h/DSC05626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498845436561314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNtGyLx6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uxuKazKYswg/s320/DSC05626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;sometimes jane can look really like the tweety bird gramms. you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMwmyLx2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bTuKhbjHOSQ/s1600-h/DSC05640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189497806054475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMwmyLx2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/bTuKhbjHOSQ/s320/DSC05640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;then again who am i to speak when i look like strawberry shortcake :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;so heres what we ordered. cream of mushroom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMxGyLx4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NgeaH4Kz0aA/s1600-h/DSC05647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189497814644410242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMxGyLx4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NgeaH4Kz0aA/s320/DSC05647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNt2yLx8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwEA1srcKec/s1600-h/DSC05678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498858321463234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNt2yLx8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwEA1srcKec/s320/DSC05678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;which looked like cappuccino. jane thought it tasted weird. but i thought it was pretty good. she concluded that cause it looks like cappuccino, your brain kinda thinks that what your tongue's gonna taste'd be cappuccino, yet it doesnt come out tasting like cappuccino, hence the weirdness. in my opinion, jane just has a weird brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;the cabbage and bacon creamy miso soup, which is simply aweeeeesome. i LOVED IT TO THE MAXIMUM. highlight of the dinner :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMw2yLx3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/K5RdCcG-ibo/s1600-h/DSC05646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189497810349442930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATMw2yLx3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/K5RdCcG-ibo/s320/DSC05646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;asparagus and fish roe pizza, also really yummy. but i thought the portion should have been bigger for the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNs2yLx5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PShllZDnYjU/s1600-h/DSC05649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498841141594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNs2yLx5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PShllZDnYjU/s320/DSC05649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;and last but not least.. some.. chicken with seaweed thingie. which tasted ooooh so delicious too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNtmyLx7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V7d89WdJlb0/s1600-h/DSC05650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498854026495922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNtmyLx7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V7d89WdJlb0/s320/DSC05650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNt2yLx9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4y9i9FxpdXI/s1600-h/DSC05652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189498858321463250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATNt2yLx9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4y9i9FxpdXI/s320/DSC05652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;so much for no carbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2799248551732467352?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2799248551732467352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=2799248551732467352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2799248551732467352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2799248551732467352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprilthefifteenthtwothousandandeight.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/SATQgmyLx-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/CGRKkrRMvBQ/s72-c/DSC05630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1358832930643240705</id><published>2008-04-14T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:42:52.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;thanks to the lack of shopping cause of work, i have recently been displaying very bad shopping conduct. someone should kill me for having such distasteful choice of apparals. im sure jo'd do the honour without having me say so. but i should be forgiven. for i am experiencing the just-start-work-hence-no-time-to-shop-hence-&lt;br /&gt;impulsively-buying-things-during-lunch-hour-syndrome. jane said id eventually grow out of it. i hope it happens soon. the hole in my pocket's already enormous nuff :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1358832930643240705?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1358832930643240705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1358832930643240705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1358832930643240705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1358832930643240705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-to-lack-of-shopping-cause-of.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1935483627234682421</id><published>2008-04-10T18:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:10.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tenthofapriltwothousandandeight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is wan ping's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY :) her birthday falls on the same day as her husband, and her little girl's birthday's 3 days before. how cool's that?! now who EVER said people of the same horoscope cant get along?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for those of you who do not know her yet, here she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4T9tNO7SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZsrurWA8F58/s1600-h/unpregnant+wanping.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4T9tNO7SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZsrurWA8F58/s320/unpregnant+wanping.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187605771605437730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;she is my oh so nice colleague :) who also happens to be the owner of THIS tummy, and.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4UitNO7TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-74bfxi0OwU/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4UitNO7TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-74bfxi0OwU/s320/DSC05592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187606407260597554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little cutsie inside! LOOK at that belly! she is like oh SO SO pregnant. will you believe that tiny woman you just saw above, is the one who owns this oh so PREGNANT TUMMY?! that there is only but ONE BABY in there?! that shes due only at the end of may?! :| i certainly do not. im so sure that when she pops, she'd be in for a surprise. triplets. oh yay. triple the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4YANNO7YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ooNSlY5dF18/s1600-h/DSC05594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4YANNO7YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ooNSlY5dF18/s320/DSC05594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187610212601621890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in more office news, when they say you learn at work..you LEARN at work. THIS, is a picture of annabelle and myself (sorry for the horrid photo taking skills) at work, next to a ginormous roll of bubble wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4VR9NO7UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ni3yxUzr240/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4VR9NO7UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ni3yxUzr240/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187607219009416514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lesson learnt? bubble wraps are STATIC FILLED! *applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and here are some pictures of my desk. stop yawning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4WtNNO7VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7VrAm5Mswh4/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4WtNNO7VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7VrAm5Mswh4/s320/DSC05614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187608786672479570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4XN9NO7WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-ygSoQq8uUw/s1600-h/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4XN9NO7WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-ygSoQq8uUw/s320/DSC05613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187609349313195362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1935483627234682421?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1935483627234682421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1935483627234682421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1935483627234682421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1935483627234682421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-wan-pings-birthday-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_4T9tNO7SI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZsrurWA8F58/s72-c/unpregnant+wanping.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-2433071984317068174</id><published>2008-04-08T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:00:16.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;camille's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was once hooked onto a blog, by this girl called camille. until she stopped blogging in July 2006. i decided to check on her blog again today to try my luck but to no avail. so i decided to add a comment on her blog. low and behold she commented back on one of my other blogs. heh. and i found out that she has yet another blog! she doesnt write in this new one as much as she used to in the other, but its good nuff for me to know that shes blogging again :) i am happy. hope all's well with you camille! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2433071984317068174?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2433071984317068174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=2433071984317068174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2433071984317068174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2433071984317068174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/www.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3428638203276131402</id><published>2008-04-06T21:02:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sixthofapriltwothousandandeight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;i was being a facebook whore over the weekend when i found THESE horrrror filled pictures!O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jL57b2AwI/AAAAAAAAADE/EGn2Rlsop34/s1600-h/sec+3+hope+1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186119166984585986" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jL57b2AwI/AAAAAAAAADE/EGn2Rlsop34/s320/sec+3+hope+1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;what an ideal location. to place me right behind a teacher who has the same face shape and hair as me. if not for the outfit, i swear i would have had difficulties finding my oh so cute self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; THANK YOU MY DEAR FRIENDS for still being MY FRIENDS despite my shameful past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;then again look at jo. i think she should be thanking me too. HAHAHA. JO AND HER SCORPION FRINGE. her reason? rebonding hadnt been invented at that point in time. yes yes, blame it on technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jmcLb2A1I/AAAAAAAAADs/usWzsRnVJ84/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186148342697427794" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jmcLb2A1I/AAAAAAAAADs/usWzsRnVJ84/s320/untitled.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;seems like the drastic change is also apparent in her spelling. but indeed the funny duckling has evolved into a pretty white swan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;THIS, is to do her justice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jYgLb2AzI/AAAAAAAAADc/kVgECvcfKqY/s1600-h/joanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186133018254115634" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jYgLb2AzI/AAAAAAAAADc/kVgECvcfKqY/s320/joanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;this is us giving 张老师 a surprise birthday party in the canteen. arent we sweet. among the so many teachers that 4 hope(less) made cry, i believe this is the one time a teacher cried from happiness :) we werent that bad really. just a tad bit more mischievous than the special girls but we're really quite lovable. REALLY! *blink blink* at least we know we made an impact on our teachers' lives (whether its a good or bad one is not the point)........ RIGHT? and to set the records straight.. there were (quite a number of) teachers who loved us OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jc6Lb2A0I/AAAAAAAAADk/aydktRsjlHE/s1600-h/zhang+lao+shi"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186137862977225538" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jc6Lb2A0I/AAAAAAAAADk/aydktRsjlHE/s320/zhang+lao+shi%27s+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;i cant help it but....of EVERYONE, i HAVE to mention one person.... MARIE BOEY LI HUEY! look at that little monkey (she called herself that upon seeing that class picture on FB so no im not mean!) at the top left hand corner of the first picture?! (she is the 2nd one from the left) and compare that with THIS PSSSSSSSTTT PIPING HOT MOMMA and her oh so good looking little offspring *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jVXbb2AyI/AAAAAAAAADU/wXOdkcbf95U/s1600-h/marie+and+zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186129569395376930" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jVXbb2AyI/AAAAAAAAADU/wXOdkcbf95U/s320/marie+and+zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;3 words: OH MY GAWD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;arent we all glad we did a pretty decent job growing up. I MISS ST NICKS! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢校长 for letting us attend social etiquette classes. *bow*&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/30740354-3428638203276131402?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3428638203276131402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3428638203276131402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3428638203276131402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3428638203276131402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/sixthofapriltwothousandeight.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/R_jL57b2AwI/AAAAAAAAADE/EGn2Rlsop34/s72-c/sec+3+hope+1998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1319862445776358111</id><published>2008-04-03T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:37:42.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thirdofapriltwothousandandeight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This week has been horrifying. i swear if not for some little lucky star somewhere in the sky, i would be dead by now. then again perhaps dying isnt even that bad a thing. grrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to add to my "series of unfortunate events", sorethroat and fever decided to pay me a visit. without prior warning. seriously, what happened to both your manners? urgh. thank godness they're kinda leaving after some very severe chasing away. SHOO SHOO! physical shiets aside, you have got no idea just how many busses ive missed this week. and its the ooh about to cross the road! ooh gona be late! OOH I JUST YAN ZHENG ZHENG SAW THE DAMN BUS COME AND LEAVE kinda thing okay. let's not start harping on the smaller things in life. booohooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;of which, i made a very sad discovery (either that or im just in denial). you see, the only full length mirrors which i come across when at work, are the lifts. and they make me look really OBESE. not that im like thin la. just that i will leave home satisfied with the way i look, but the darn lift mirrors will make me wonder "gobese ng, what in any frame of mind, made you decide you can even take one step out of the house looking oh so... OBESE?!" until i noticed that this was happening on a daily basis. so now im just gonna conclude that the fault lies with the lifts. i have since been trying to prevent myself from looking at the lift doors while waiting for the lift to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;last night, lian hui suddenly called me. i use the term suddenly cause i havent heard from her since about.....457549 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: AH LIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: ehh. where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: at home lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: ok dont freak out but.. guess who i just saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG WHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: i just saw........... tao zhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *SCREAMS AND JUMPS AROUND THE ROOM* for some strange reason the first thought that came to my mind was "oh shit my hair is so ugly now! how! quick blow dry properly!" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ohmigoosh!!! what the hell!! where the hell are you now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: at The Cathay! if you want hurry come down now. The Cathay is not that huge. I'm sure we can find him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: cannot la my hair is damn ugly now! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: hes with a girl leh! OMG and they (friends) saw him holding her hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eee. girlfriend ah. how does she look!? pretty or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: shes damn skinny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: her boops MUST be big. he likes boopie women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LH: no leh. not big lor. but shes very tall and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleady shiet. go and say like boopie women and make me and dear bestie hopeful for nothing. *big sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1319862445776358111?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1319862445776358111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1319862445776358111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1319862445776358111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1319862445776358111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/thirdofapriltwothousandandeight.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3011424893899611148</id><published>2008-04-01T13:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:02:54.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear friends. and random people. or noone. since noone reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here's an update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I went for steps class at the gym yesterday (yes despite a sprained left ankle and black eye.) and got myself a twisted right ankle to add on to my poor bodeh :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I NEED TLC :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3011424893899611148?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3011424893899611148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3011424893899611148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3011424893899611148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3011424893899611148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7915297995431734161</id><published>2008-03-31T14:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:38:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Colourful Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its a dreadful monday and not only am i having the monday blues, i have a black eye (yes the orh bak kak kind), and a red left ankle. ooh what a colorful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;saturday was going back to st nicks day. i have SO MUCH to blog about that but will do so when i have the pictures to put up. to cut a long story short, i really miss my second home! *wails* i miss xiao zhang, orange bowl, the gymnasium, spectator stand, sports' day, valentine's day, miss choo, the balcony, the red bridge, father barre, the hall.. canteen food, the school bell (and the countless belles. *grin*) :( , marie and her bung days... (oops!) and many many more. i will blog about it in another entry. meanwhile people can visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkymummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;www.blinkymummy.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; for a beautiful trip down memory lane. 圣尼格拉我永远爱你!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;anyways so, there we were; friends and i, in the st nicks gym.. jumping on the trampoline, allowing nostalgic thoughts about SN to bounce along in our heads, when someone suggested "LET'S PLAY DOG AND BONE!" just like we did in secondary school. for the sake of people who don't know what dog and bone is, ok i tried typing out how its played and trust me you would NOT be interested to read it. anyways, so from dog and bone it somehow evolved to rugby. our ball, was a water bottle. so there we were, a group of 10 girls, holding on to the water bottle for our dear lives. for some reason, we started spinning around in circles from one end of the area to the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and so came yet another spin-about. whooooooowheeeeeee.. *BANGG!!* someone's head collided into my eyebrow bone. OOOOOOUUUCCCCCCCCHHHHH! but my wonderful sportsmanship got me playing on till that round was over. area above the left eye started to swell and turn red. "ahh! i think my eye cant open fully. oh no im gonna go blind helpppp meee!!!" that went through my head cause i thought it'd be too loserly to verbalize it. Jane accompanied me to the toilet (sorry to sidetrack but: ooh i miss that gym toilet. its so different now! there are like dressing rooms in there!) while huijing went to get me some ice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my team didnt win that round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;boooohoooo my left eye is swollen and black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;as if this isnt bad nuff for oh so vain me. i left home this morning, in those (!#$%^&amp;amp;*) black shoes which always cause me to sprain my ankle but in my black eye state of mind, i decided to wear it. yet AGAIN. i dont ever learn do i. yes i dont. rushing outa the side gate, first step out, and voila. sprained it. OOOUUUUCCCCCCHHH. i cried :( got a shock. limped right back home and changed to flats. limped to work without being late. kudos to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;boooohooo my left ankle is swollen and red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;first thing i did when i went to work, email everyone to inform them of my injuries to save myself the embarrassment :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;left side oh left side. please be kinder to yourself and not hurt any other part of yourself anymore. right side oh right side. do stay strong for left side's sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7915297995431734161?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7915297995431734161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7915297995431734161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7915297995431734161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7915297995431734161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/colourful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7981405006780542955</id><published>2008-03-28T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:22:09.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;omigootness i havent been blogging. not like i have any avid readers but reading kerlie's blog inspired me to blog again :) kudos to you kerlie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have FINALLY found a JOB! :D my workplace is at novena square. kerlie's having some attachment thing at TTSH and we have been trying to meet for lunch but in vain. her indecisive lecturers are always shuffling tutorial timings around! shame on you kerlie's lecturer! and accompanied with the very rigid lunch hour (yes i stress that its only but one lonesome hour nothing more.) i have, we have not met even once :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;now i shall give everyone random information about my office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it is very cold. VERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have my favourite starbucks mug sitting on the table, which id love to keep permanently filled with milo but i cant cause i need to go on a diet and oh so adorable milo happens to be go-on-a-diet unfriendly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the office has ALOT of courier boxes. and envelopes for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have a spare pair of heels next to my chair and a lady bug back hitter used for my very weak and constantly painful lower back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there are toblerone and cadbury chocolates in the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;our toilet keys cost 41++ dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yup so thats about all the random information i have to give thus far. will update with more in time to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Im still in office at 7pm because i am waiting for Jo to come and meet me. we are meeting for the second day in a row at the exact same place which is NOVENA SQUARE. why? cause i am nice and accomodating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ooh tomorrow is ST NICHOLAS GIRLS' SCHOOL'S 75th anniversary! woooooohoooo! how coolios is that maan! *smiles and grins* boy am i excited. i wish wish wish that xiao zhang will be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7981405006780542955?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7981405006780542955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7981405006780542955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7981405006780542955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7981405006780542955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/omigootness-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7479450545519250430</id><published>2007-12-11T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:38:37.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome...to the streets of Hong Kong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Walking in the Hong Kong streets should really become one of the tests used for NIE training if the Ministry of Education are opened to suggestions. Since the most important quality a teacher should possess i have come to learn, is, patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paying these streets a visit again after half a year (and being here for the hmm..5627th time) didnt stop my red juices from sky rocketing (for the 5627th time). To think i thought the cooling weather would somewhat lower the temperature of my blood. Like people, my bag is not invisible. nor invincible for that matter. I am also (sadly) not so thin nor (thankfully) so short, that you dont see me, or, that i occupy a space only big enough to accomodate one size 2 foot apparal. so please quit pushing and shoving. Taking the MTR at peak hours is indeed a washing machine experience. I mean seriously, if i needed such an experience i can always just squeeze myself into the one i have at home. at least i'd come out smelling nice and feeling clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This aside, i'm sure teachers in training would love to have an exam taken in Hong Kong. The dong nai chas, nooi yan gaii and Prada (yes you didnt get me wrong.) P R A D A warehouse, would make it all worth it. A certain Miss T i know (quit guessing all of you. Miss T stands for Miss Teacher. Yes. Simple as that.) would certainly not mind. Throw in a night out with Louis Koo to attract more people to choose the Shaping Lives and Moulding Minds career path. There. I've even thought up the advertising campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7479450545519250430?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7479450545519250430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7479450545519250430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7479450545519250430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7479450545519250430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1589808284101259045</id><published>2007-10-19T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:11:12.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if you dont mean shit, dont expect yo shit to be taken. sometimes people have to realise where they stand. like, dont climb tree if you're oversized. uhm, oversized tree climber = you may fall off? sorry. i did mean. you WILL fall off. or, dont be a tornado chaser if you're undersized. undersized tornado chaser = you WILL get blown off your feet. pun intended. if you think you can ACT like my mother just cause you LOOK the age of my mother, you should slap yourself (don't make me do it i might get the urge to chop off that hand.) awake, and realise that the closest you can ever get to the MOther category is really just in the SOUND of the name. hell yea you ARE a mo fo biatch. i dont think anyone'd need the long-form of that yo? oh then again you might say, "excuse me im your superior." you know, just to wake you up a little, your position isnt something you should be that proud of given your age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so YOU, dont tell me how to dress when you look like a cow dolled in 5 seasons ago clothes from some warehouse sale which obviously didnt sell the originals. dont flare your nostrils when you talk to me cause it just makes me think that perhaps a person's flared nostrils are proportional to their physical size. dont touch me in an attempt to get a message across you filthy dirt, cause it'd just make me want to chop/slice off that part of my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1589808284101259045?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1589808284101259045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1589808284101259045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1589808284101259045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1589808284101259045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-dont-mean-shit-dont-expect-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3595188749143796040</id><published>2007-09-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:54:03.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Invi(r)gi(n)lations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, exams have started and poor relief teacher miss goldie ng, is also involved in the invigilation thingie. Worst thing is, the urge of wanting to rid my body off dirty toxins always seem to come during invigilation. Id like to attribute that to the time of day. Gawd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For some reason, I switch into TEACHER MODE whenever I go to school. Id attribute THIS, to the recent unleashing of my inner teacher being. My eyes become smaller, I look at people using the sides of my them more, I fold my arms across my chest and uhm. speak with a LOW STERN voice. A little frown would surface every time a student asks a question. So there I was. At my first invigilation. ever. Distributing the papers while giving the don’t-you-dare-mess-with-me look to all the students. “EVERYONE TAKE 5 PIECES OF FOOLSCAP PAPER.” Click clock went my heels as I strutted down the front of the classroom, trying hard not to show that I actually am panicking cause the paper’s due to start at 8am and at 7.58am I was still distributing the foolscap papers. And then. At the 2nd last row of students. Horrors upon horrors. Insufficient foolscap papers. Helpless me, decided to loserly ask a student. “uhm. How many pieces of papers are you each supposed to get?” she shrugged. Gee thanks. “EVERYONE RETURN ME TWO PIECES EACH. EACH PERSON ONLY GETS 3 PIECES. PASS THE REST TO THE FRONT.” I spoke with a huge amount of conviction. Holy smokes. Just as I thought embarrassing moments for the morning has come to a close, I tripped over a table leg. A student stretched his arms out attempting to catch me. I know I should be thankful but seriously young man those two things I am endowed with I’m afraid, are not for grabs. Grrr. Finally at 8.03am, “OK EVERYONE CAN START YOUR PAPERS. ALL EYES ON YOUR OWN PAPERS AH.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gawd. Save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3595188749143796040?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3595188749143796040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3595188749143796040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3595188749143796040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3595188749143796040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/invirginlations.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-5927814673727459096</id><published>2007-09-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:09:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;everyone must check out this blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.mom2my6pack.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. it is H I L A R I O U S. to me at least. some people might not think so. to those people: you have been classified as people who are on a different frequency as me and can hence just not read my blog cause you probably wont understand what im talking about anyways. this is what'd probably be happening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my blog: oh what an enormormous starwberry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DFP (read: different frequency person)'s head: Science is interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my blog: it's so red and juicy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DFP's head: I am not sleeping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SFPs you get my point ya? SFPs should also get what SFPs stand for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ooh marie thank you for introducing this hilarious blog to me. it made my butt-hurting-backside-hurting-bum-hurting-ass-hurting day at school so much better. yes my ass hurts cause i think im so heavy that when i sit on the very low quality chair at school, i compress the cushion on the chair AND the little bit of flesh on my butt cheeks so much its really just my bones on plastic. no im not trying to imply that i have a small ass. if anything, im just implying that i have a flat one. which is really rather fugly (read: fuggin ugly/ flat and ugly). ok i shall not go into further detail about my unattractive butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;work has been. uhm. well. boring. so there. yawn. peas out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-5927814673727459096?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5927814673727459096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=5927814673727459096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5927814673727459096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5927814673727459096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-5501933565201045632</id><published>2007-09-12T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:20:22.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr DiYong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my brother's new name is now DIYONG. cause he is disgusting, disgraceful, disturbing and a diaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i love him all the same. smoochies brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-5501933565201045632?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5501933565201045632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=5501933565201045632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5501933565201045632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5501933565201045632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-brothers-new-name-is-now-disyong.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-4748455195551619612</id><published>2007-09-12T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:53:50.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok so i have finally gotten myself a..uhm..job of some sort. its a really noble one at that. one that moulds minds and shapes futures. oooh yes everyone's allowed to roll their eyes mrs sng style. cause i cant stop rolling mine too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am a T E A C H E R . *shock shock horror horror shock shock horror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when i first took it up, every individual i told either went "WHAT?! YOU A TEACHER?!" or like "uhm. i seriously cannot picture you doing the moulding and the shaping thing." some others "eee. the poor students." then there's marie boey "OMG. OMG. OH MY GAWD. thats really all i have to say. OH MY GAWWWD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gee thanks friends. and then there was my nice ol supportive daddy whom i lovee soo much whom today went "wahh! you really look like a teacher leh! hehehe. " in his daddy talking to his little girl kinda voice accompanied with that wide smile when he came to pick me up from school today :s i really hope 3 days hasnt done so much harm to my looks. GAHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i know this is outa point but i just want to tell announce how much i love my daddy! how much i appreciate all that he has done for me. i have been taking him for granted for way too long and am going to try my best to be a nicer daughter from now on :D everyone may forsake me but i know my daddy will never. he hence deserves alot more than what i sometimes give others! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;may i also add that i just had a nice chat with kerls on msn and am at this moment feeling as happy as a bumble bee finding sweeet nectar :D havent felt this light hearted in awhile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok gonna go catch some sleep now. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-4748455195551619612?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/4748455195551619612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=4748455195551619612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4748455195551619612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/4748455195551619612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/09/news.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7991678966980079756</id><published>2007-08-16T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:15.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ4JtGbVlI/AAAAAAAAACM/dbb-uAheLJE/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099262417466775122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ4JtGbVlI/AAAAAAAAACM/dbb-uAheLJE/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*drum rolls* KWEK XIAOSHI aka zhang hui mei aka cassendra see aka jean danker aka whatever other people or things she resembles is now the co-owner of a CAFE! *applause applause* ooh that lucky backside. i can only DREAM of having my own for now =( well! in any case, ive FINALLY uploaded all my pictures of our visit to that place and am here to introduce to you..................... FOOD FOR THOUGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQyttGbVhI/AAAAAAAAABs/gHYD0Fz0S70/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099256438872299026" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQyttGbVhI/AAAAAAAAABs/gHYD0Fz0S70/s320/DSC00288.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ0p9GbVjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WsA6GwjSYrE/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258573471045170" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ0p9GbVjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WsA6GwjSYrE/s320/DSC00253.JPG" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ0p9GbVjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WsA6GwjSYrE/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099250395853313474" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="283" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtN9GbVcI/AAAAAAAAABE/qhRrL9_w_mY/s320/DSC00246.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtPtGbVgI/AAAAAAAAABk/o-57sKRibIw/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtPNGbVfI/AAAAAAAAABc/q95AbBL2gA8/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ0qNGbVkI/AAAAAAAAACE/X9U5JUTIxF0/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099258577766012482" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="173" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ0qNGbVkI/AAAAAAAAACE/X9U5JUTIxF0/s320/DSC00278.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtPNGbVfI/AAAAAAAAABc/q95AbBL2gA8/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099250417328150002" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtPNGbVfI/AAAAAAAAABc/q95AbBL2gA8/s320/DSC00238.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtO9GbVeI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JIbphzFJJw/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099250413033182690" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQtO9GbVeI/AAAAAAAAABU/4JIbphzFJJw/s320/DSC00280.JPG" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the mushroom soup you see is PURELY made of MUSHROOMS. no im no bimbo. so dont roll your eyes and go "duh. im sure mushroom soups are made of chocolate chips." what i mean is, there's no cream, or whatever fattening sounding thing they usually put in cream of mushrooms in the soup! so its uber healthy. made me feel so happy drinking it =) i'd wanna go on and on about the food and place..but i wouldn't wanna spoil it for you guys! check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.foodforthought.com.sg/"&gt;www.foodforthought.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and THEN most importantly, go to the cafe itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ_hNGbVrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XUfF7b8pFHQ/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099270517775095474" style="WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ_hNGbVrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XUfF7b8pFHQ/s320/DSC00282.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9mtGbVnI/AAAAAAAAACc/JBWyj9RohYI/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099268413241120370" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9mtGbVnI/AAAAAAAAACc/JBWyj9RohYI/s320/DSC00219.JPG" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9ndGbVoI/AAAAAAAAACk/wz0xdUKlGBs/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099268426126022274" style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="267" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9ndGbVoI/AAAAAAAAACk/wz0xdUKlGBs/s320/DSC00270.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099268404651185762" style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9mNGbVmI/AAAAAAAAACU/xZFdWeTn_3A/s320/DSC00225.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9n9GbVpI/AAAAAAAAACs/-pewF7ny1CA/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099268434715956882" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ9n9GbVpI/AAAAAAAAACs/-pewF7ny1CA/s320/DSC00252.JPG" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and now for the pretty bunch of friends that made the cafe that much more attractive. To Jane: satisfied? oh yea i elongated the picture a little to make you love me even more! QUICK! say im the hottest friend you have!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forgive me everyone. the arranging of the pictures drove me kinda kookoo. more pictures coming up! ooh these colourful snapshots makes my blog so much LIVELIER! happiness =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7991678966980079756?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7991678966980079756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7991678966980079756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7991678966980079756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7991678966980079756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/drum-rolls-kwek-xiaoshi-aka-zhang-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/RsQ4JtGbVlI/AAAAAAAAACM/dbb-uAheLJE/s72-c/DSC00287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3399285869675196343</id><published>2007-07-31T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:10:39.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;its often said that misery aint determined by appearances. but if it hurts enough the appearances cant be hidden no? then again that depends on the kinda person one is. people who know me, would know that when shit happens, it's kinda written all over my face. or my entire physical being for that matter. only good thing that comes outa it is..that i get closer to that 48kg mark! (which is NEVER attainable no matter how miserable i am may i add =s) so when at some point in time..shit happens..and the tears dont fall..when its not about screaming silence but about not trying to scream at all..and people say im strong when i know im not..it makes me wonder if it's cause it doesnt matter as much to me as it does another person who's been through the same shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yet..i do love my mom. i miss her. so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3399285869675196343?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3399285869675196343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3399285869675196343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3399285869675196343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3399285869675196343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-often-said-that-misery-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-8529901170711767178</id><published>2007-07-30T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:34:50.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Famous people and brollies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i now have channel 51 playing right in front of me. its a certain actor-host-singer wannabe-ed*s*n ch*n making a complete fool of himself. oops. did i just imply that this certain someone's a guy? i did mean..making a fool of ITself. just to..maintain suspense..id leave it to you guys to guess the sex of this certain somebody. and THEN, following that mtv, is one of rihanna singing her overplayed-though-its-nice, not-so-new single; umbrella. i heard a remix that day which had some other male singer go "i want you to be my cinderella ella ella ella eh eh eh.." like..errm ok good attempt but..=s oh and i did hear that she has a new line of..uhm..yea no points for guessing, BROLLIES for sale. hawhawhaw. it comes in three colors if im not wrong. pink, white, and the ever-so-famous lead brolly of the mtv, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of brollies, zhuo peiyi very kindly lent me a very cool black one. just that instead of the word RIHANNA or.. UMBRELLA for that matter on it, was the word NTUC FAIRPRICE. why why of course im proud of our local supermarket. just that that umbrella was rather uncoperative. as kok as the lender may i add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello! ok where do you want to go for lunch? can we go budget? something cheap. cine foodcourt?" goldie said waving rather excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wait can you help me hold the umbrella?" peiyi said with a pretty grin as she closed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sure!" goldie replied with an equally pretty smile with a pinch of suger added to it. (aw come on. let me imagine im pretty and sweet for once will ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH!" goldie exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;well you see, with the brolly facing down, it BURST open. (yes i did mean BURST in every sense of the word.) forcing peiyi to jump to her right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OOPS i forgot to tell you there's something wrong with this umbrella." peiyi laughed heartily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grrrrrr." goldie growled as she lifted the brolly wanting to close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHH!" peiyi's skirt came up with the brolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA. RETRIBUTION FATTEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-8529901170711767178?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8529901170711767178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=8529901170711767178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8529901170711767178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8529901170711767178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/famous-people-and-brollies.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-2209237759632895918</id><published>2007-07-03T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:58:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cooking mama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am proud to announce that i am one step closer to becoming a..housewife. of which..tai tais are a sub branch of..=s i have learnt how to COOK QUITE SOME DISHES! (yes i know tai tais do not COOK. but they STILL need to know HOW to cook before they can teach their foriegn helpers how to do up dishes like abalone, birds' nest and sharksfin no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here are some dishes i have whipped up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1) mushrooms with pork, uhm..carrots, egg and cabbage SOUP! ooh its rather yummaye with RICE or so ive heard =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2) mushroom and pork porridge which is rather yummaye on its own! or so ive heard! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3) 猪扒包 - apparantly the 猪扒 without the 包 is nice too! or so ive heard! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4) how can i forget my GOLDENIE FRIED RICE which is an all time favourite may i add! or so ive heard! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;all created with by own gold-brained recipes may i add! ooh i am quite a cooking mama myself eii? smarties is what i am! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2209237759632895918?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2209237759632895918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=2209237759632895918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2209237759632895918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2209237759632895918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/07/cooking-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-8717717648908296781</id><published>2007-06-23T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:25:49.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ooh happiness. my wonderful Uncle Peter and Auntie Pat from Hong Kong got my brothers and I a WII! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! One of the most adored present from this rather fruitful Hong Kong trip =D I guess not going to that concert which made me miss a chance of suppering and taking pictures with beloved Hocc was worth it after all =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sad thing is i didnt manage to get the game i really wanted. its called rabbids party. im sure kerls would love it. actually maybe not. since it really kinda does rabbits injustice (i originally typed "do rabbits injustice" ooh. what a pom mo.) with rabbits looking kinda abnormal. it's SOLD OUT in Hong Kong. sadness. anyone who manages to get one for me, id give you lotsa respect in return. as much as my little pride can give. promise. what i DO have though is cooking mama. my favourite is the tau geh plucking part. my oh my. housewifey side of me surfacing unknowingly. no i do not have a secret flare for plucking real tau gehs. id have everyone know that im the best at peeling potatoes and carrots. lane's best at chopping. my brother on the other hand, at opening cans and stirring. then theres the wii sports. im sucha goodie at bowling. Spare Queen is what everyone can call me. am also a Serena Williams in the making. her sister can just drop dead. i dont like her name. grr. you see, i dont particularly like the Goddess of Love so yea. gawd im sucha sour panties. Vinegar is my middle name i cant help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yes. all that chopping, peeling, and occassional playing of tennis and bowling has given me a constant muscleache up my right arm. oh quit laughing all of you. wait till you see my very sexy right arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;id look vunderful in tolga tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-8717717648908296781?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8717717648908296781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=8717717648908296781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8717717648908296781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8717717648908296781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/wheeeeeeeeeeeeee-ooh-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-7913786305109132585</id><published>2007-06-03T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:27:35.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Went shopping with Jo today. We got ourselves some self-beautifying body apparals at madly discounted prices. Minus the mad crowd of people in town who were mostly smelly, some uglily dressed, and others indecently faced, who constantly had me wondering if my arm or bag was invisible since they BUMPED into either one at every 10 min intervals of my shopping experience, my shopping was...happy (largely attributed to the outcome of it which included three tops and one pants =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I landed myself (involuntarily of course) in a few irritating-Singaporean-moments though. Two to be exact. The first showcased the selfish act of a young woman (who was obviously in denial since she was BOTH uglily dressed AND indecently faced but behaved like she was neither). The second, had a mid-forties woman displaying the TYPICAL Singaporean trait, KIASUISM, who's accompanied by the same horrid traits of being uglily dressed and indecently faced. Why were they BOTH women? read on to find out. Why were they both ugly? God is fair. Why am i implying that women are the more irritating species of the two sexes when i am one myself? erm kill me if you must but yes i am generalizing. (i wont deny i have the amazing capability of being an ultimate bitch at times. cool thing about me is, i dont bother hiding that side of me when its dying to surface. you, you..you and...you, do not judge me. for if you do, i curse that a bird shits on the portion of your face between your right nostril and upper lip tomorrow at 12.37pm and may the stench stay for at least a week. told you i have a female dog side. grrr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok after being so mean i think i needa pray to ask for forgiveness. After which im gonna go get some beauty sleep so that i can be more beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-7913786305109132585?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/7913786305109132585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=7913786305109132585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7913786305109132585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/7913786305109132585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-1927783450481353373</id><published>2007-06-01T19:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:23:37.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grandom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ever wondered how words end up..dictionarified?(there i just came up with a cool word. Collin Cobuild or whoever decides these things, care to include it in the collection?) It probably happens when someone uses a self invented word SO often that people around them start using it due to a lack of capability to come up with something more original or nice sounding. Those people's friends then start using it (due to i-am-a-copycat, or cannot-help-it-but-kena-influenced reasons), their friend's friends and friend's friend's friends too..it spreads to the entire world and becomes so widely used that it becomes a word that ends up in the dictionary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just so you know, Grandom = A random thought of a girl by the name of Goldie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ooh i hate unhappiness. If only the "un" could be kept in my pocket. boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am craving seafood toufu. But im going to buy Tori Q. Dont ask me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-1927783450481353373?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/1927783450481353373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=1927783450481353373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1927783450481353373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/1927783450481353373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/grandom.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3017736808842188161</id><published>2007-06-01T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:43:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gingerbread Man on Ellen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My friend sent me a link to this video and i have to share. The Gingerbread Man (also known as Justin Timberlake) on the Ellen Degeneres show. Oh btw i just learnt that her name was spelt that way. Always thought it was Ellen Degenerous. Dont ask me why. If you have to, question why generous is pronounced as generes and vice versa even though they are spelt so obviously differently. A hip-hop dancing Gingerbread Man has never been hotter. I suspect hes black. Since he dances hip-hop AND sings so well. 2 pats on the back to the baker for burning this cookie! Its a cookie well burnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enjoy it peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DofI4CjFeaY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DofI4CjFeaY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3017736808842188161?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3017736808842188161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3017736808842188161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3017736808842188161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3017736808842188161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/06/gingerbread-man-on-ellen-my-friend-sent.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-5937097460761430765</id><published>2007-05-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:13:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Savveh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just came back from watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I remember blogging about it last year. Im saying the same thing again. KEIRA KNIGHTLEY IS SO SO SO SO SO GORGEOUS!! i would SO turn gay for her. Muahaha. Ok im lying. But you get the picture. Ooh and JOHNNY DEPP.......*sluuurrrppp* I would SO turn straight for him. Right. mah ooooh mah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/Rl2iyEOiYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wp9YqfxUoIE/s1600-h/keira.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/Rl2jS0OiYPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3ESNsnfYy9s/s1600-h/johnny+depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070397821084131618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/Rl2r9EOiYSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yryzFrdAcVM/s320/johnny+depp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070397954228117810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/Rl2sE0OiYTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/awq5I-xHE6s/s320/keira.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070398194746286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/Rl2sS0OiYUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZKbz1HuoNJ4/s320/orlando+bloom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok Orlando Bloom's added to complete the Caribbean effect. Fine im lying yet again. Hes dang cute 'swell. Just that he still falls behind the other 2 in Goldie's ranking of beautiful people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GO WATCH THE SHOW PEEPS. It's YUMMIDEELICOUS! Better than eggplant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-5937097460761430765?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5937097460761430765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=5937097460761430765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5937097460761430765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5937097460761430765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/savveh-just-came-back-from-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MmwD2EnZDpM/Rl2r9EOiYSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yryzFrdAcVM/s72-c/johnny+depp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-2571647210286918494</id><published>2007-05-30T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T02:43:49.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sporty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tennis with Jo on Monday..did not work out again. Why? Cause we decided to go swimming instead. It was decided she would be swimming 10 laps and me, at least 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Monday night came. Reached seletar country club. Signed in (some things never change. Jo's handwriting is one of them.) Changed (some things do.) into swimming gear. Jo's costume looked like something which came outa tweety bird's gramm's wardrobe. Mine was....nicer. To make up for it, Jo had cool goggles which had mirror for lenses. Mine were just....normal goggles. We entered the pool with a relatively empty stomach hoping that we might swim faster with less weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our first lap comprised the breadth of the pool. Then, a chatting interval. Then came the second breadth-of-pool lap. Then our second longer-than-the-first chatting interval. Which lasted till the lights of the pool went off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So there! How fruitful! Tennis, here we come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2571647210286918494?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2571647210286918494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=2571647210286918494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2571647210286918494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2571647210286918494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/sporty.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-8622513957722612763</id><published>2007-05-26T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:25:45.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excitement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMG i am excited and so i have to SHARE! im here to announce that LANE AND I ARE GAMING CHICAS IN THE MAKING! muahahaha. we're gonna start playing an online game called....uhm. shiate. something estrada..i think..=s its the LATEST MMO GAME TO HIT SINGAPORE AND WE GON BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE IN THIS LITTLE DOT OF AN ISLAND TO PLAY IT! ooh ooh ooh! it JUST hit Singapore on 17th May 2007! excitement is what im feeling! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-8622513957722612763?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/8622513957722612763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=8622513957722612763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8622513957722612763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/8622513957722612763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/excitement-omg-i-am-excited-and-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-5437596038252404090</id><published>2007-05-26T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T04:58:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My horrid life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exciting news: the Great Singapore Sale has started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bad news: i aint got no moneh to get anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exciting news: am going to mad-shopping-paradise-hong kong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bad news: i aint got no moneh to get anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exciting news: best-hairdresser-in-history-hui hui is coming back on 30th May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bad news: i aint got no moneh to do mah hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exciting news: miss dont-play-computer-games-goldie wants to get WII to play the rabbit game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bad news: i aint got no monii to gettit (yes. both the game and the damn machine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;People (like my pretty friend Jojo) go to alota-nice-clothes-zara to..err get alota nice clothes. I am going there (with my pretty friend Jojo) tomorrow to..refund a dress i bought. OOH WHAT A HORRID LIFE I LEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-5437596038252404090?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5437596038252404090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=5437596038252404090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5437596038252404090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5437596038252404090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-horrid-life.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-5716399983621273873</id><published>2007-05-23T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:08:29.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With tears in her eyes she held this little life&lt;br /&gt;Of joy they were they descended with pride&lt;br /&gt;Her teeth were seen in her smile that day&lt;br /&gt;It lasted for hours never fading away&lt;br /&gt;At one, five, sixteen till twenty&lt;br /&gt;Videos and albums of pictures aplenty&lt;br /&gt;She never let one important moment slip by&lt;br /&gt;Her precious creation the apple of her eye&lt;br /&gt;Though that bit of laughter came stained with tears&lt;br /&gt;Her love for her treasure never failed through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she fell sick but strong as she is&lt;br /&gt;She kept it from her precious brushing symptoms away with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Till the signs started to show from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;Her hair fell off and just wouldn't grow&lt;br /&gt;Even then she told her baby “God’d heal me I know&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, even if he doesn't and I have to go&lt;br /&gt;God loves us as much as I love you&lt;br /&gt;He knows what’s best he knows what to do&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, for everything happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;We’d meet eventually in a place called heaven”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to eat lying on the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;The disease confused everything within her head&lt;br /&gt;She fell into a coma never to wake again&lt;br /&gt;God took her away on December the Second&lt;br /&gt;2004 was the year many cried for her&lt;br /&gt;Her little treasure couldn't hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt;I love her smile her smell’s what I'd miss most&lt;br /&gt;That mild fragrance always so pleasant to the nose&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry for my Mommy we didn't lose a person on earth&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason we've but gained an angel above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-5716399983621273873?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/5716399983621273873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=5716399983621273873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5716399983621273873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/5716399983621273873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mommy-with-tears-in-her-eyes-she.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-871269201685555040</id><published>2007-05-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T02:34:37.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am froke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Other than being BROKE with a capital B-R-O-K and E, and FAT with a capital F-A and T, slacking has never been wonderfuller. Just got told that i put on weight. While i was halfway through a buffet. Thank God i wasnt paying. And thank God i have mastered the skill of controlling my rolling-of-eyes muscles at appropriate times. I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT as much as I NEED A RICH SUITOR. Help anyone? Cash and cheque both accepted thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-871269201685555040?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/871269201685555040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=871269201685555040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/871269201685555040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/871269201685555040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-froke.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-2953435216946939802</id><published>2007-04-24T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:55:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fusioned...OUT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wow i havent blogged in lets see. see no more for seeing will not make u remember how long its been. err ok now u can see how FUSIONED my brains have become..gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, wow its the end of my internship! though it seems like ive been wanting to leave this so-called hell hole since i first set foot here, now that im leaving, i AM really gonna miss this place..no..i did mean..the PEOPLE (regardless of race, language, or religion..to build a democratic society..based on..err.ok shat i cant remember the rest of the Singapore pledge..told u my brains are fusioned. grrr.) *boohoohoosss* (and no i am not being sarcastic) truth be told, many other shatty things aside..i LOVE my colleagues. LOVE. i am so gonna miss you guys..*sobs* Azlie, Alvin, Adam, Eugene, Sara, Raj, Ryan, Jaslin...Roy, yes i mean EVERY SINGLE NAME i mentioned (and more) but i dont have time to mention them ALL since im actually typing this in OFFICE. hahaha..(NOW NOW AZLIE I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE AND YOU ARE STILL GONNA GIVE ME A VUNDERVUL APPRAISAL..*flutters eyelids like butterfly vings*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst these are also others who have ALRD forsaken me before my journey ended (gawd this is starting to sound like a death speech.. =s) Hana, Qi Fong, Kai, F1, Danial..Rashmi..and the rest! thanks for all the msgs d last 1.5 weeks when im left to BATTLE EVERYTHING ALONE..heres an announcement..I SURVIVED THE WAR! RUAHAHAHA..AND HAVE EMERGED TRIUMPHANT! (somehow i just imagined an elephant in lingerie. gees.) Others i would miss are the colourful bread from downstairs, ah mei milk tea, alegra shoe shop, WONTON MEEEEEE, fish soup..level 6..my oh my i am going to CRY ooooh i cant take this much longer! ha ha ha..ES (read: embarrassing silence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye! i love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-2953435216946939802?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/2953435216946939802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=2953435216946939802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2953435216946939802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/2953435216946939802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-i-havent-blogged-in-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3500113389507577504</id><published>2007-02-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:45:57.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another random-not-so-interesting-stupig-thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The constant struggle between freedom and the uncertainty of where that freedom may take you to is really quite a scary thing. Its like how id prolly love the freedom of riding on the waves, yet releasing myself too much may just lead to death. Letting the waves take you can define freedom as well as uncertainty. Yet, i cannot have the cake and eat it can i? So, id have to choose. To think of uncertainty would be a practical thing to do. Yet man are more often than none not led by practicality. Not me at least. Thats probably why id at anytime take freedom as my choice and then whatever comes will come. Be it good or bad, i bloody hell asked for every bit of it. haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3500113389507577504?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3500113389507577504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3500113389507577504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3500113389507577504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3500113389507577504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-random-not-so-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3962627398124740840</id><published>2007-02-17T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T03:59:36.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you read this now kerly?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Am posting this so that kerly can read my later entries. Kerly and i are going for the HOG SHOW at the zoo! WOOOOHOO!! Im so eggcited imma eat 2 eggs for breakfast tomorrow! *SMILES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I shall share something new i learnt today! noone is to ROLL THEIR EYES even if they KNEW IT BEFORE READING THIS. Did you all know that theres a difference between 'taking a shower' and 'taking a bath'? To those who are unsure and eager to learn, miss clarifier is here to..uhm..CLARIFY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok..to 'take a shower' refers to more like a rinse under water (whether its luke warm, brrr-ing cold or mightly hot is up to the shower-er.) and it does not involve the washing/ shampooing/ whatever you or you or you may call it, of hair. It is done between 0-4 times daily depending very largely on preference. In the words of miss clarifier-shifu, should people wash/ shampoo/ whatever you or you or you may call it, our hair everytime we take a shower, our head of hair would become so hay-ish we could use it to sweep the floor (provided its long enough that is). If not, an alternative would be to sell them to the zoo. 'taking a shower' would take up approximately 2-10 min, plus minus 30 min. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To 'take a bath' on the other hand, would lead to a much more SQUEAKY CLEAN outcome, done mostly only once a day. It involves the soaping, shampooing, washing, scrubbing, blablabla-ing of every part of our bodies AND MOST IMPORTANTLY..HEAD OF HAIR. In this case, due to the higher number and intensity of steps required in 'taking a bath', its a lengthier process taking approximately 20-40 min for an average individual, plus minus 2hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is as clear as an A+ essay done in neat handwriting with regards to this matter now..=) Feel free to come to me should anyone require more clarification and i will try my very best to provide answers..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! In case anyone is interested, im reccommending 2 songs i just downloaded by this band called Dishwalla. 1. Somewhere In The Middle, 2. Every Little Thing. They are simply deeeericious! Omg its CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE! Im elated. HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE! WELCOME TO THE HOGGIE PIGGIE ZHU-IE YEAR! *snort snort* heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3962627398124740840?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3962627398124740840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3962627398124740840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3962627398124740840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3962627398124740840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-you-read-this-now-kerly-am-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-3073730482416876919</id><published>2007-02-15T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:01:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea how to title this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whooooperieeee! I successfully changed my internship company! oh yummeries. Goodiebyes to a wrinkled right index finger (thanks to the constant emersing of that poor thing into water in order to paste stamps on not-so-nice, countless number of chinese new year cards for not-so-nice people in a not-so-nice company..-.-), a very dark black face (thanks to individuals constantly pissing the daylights (and night..uhm..lights for that matter) out of me) and the making of an oil barrel (thanks to the very extremely disastrously oily eggplant and unreal-sweet-and-sour-pork from the vegetarian stall consumed daily). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, yesterday was Valentine's Day. What did i do? Let's see. I had training at my new workplace, came home, took a shower, made my dad a little vdae prezzie, mobilized 3 individuals at home to aid in the search of a humungerous lizard that ran into my room, started tidying my room cuz of the mess made while in search of that horrenderous eeeewie creature, had dinner, pissed my beloved cousin off by being a nehneh, went online, watched tv, had a yummy talk with a lovely friend, brushed my teeth, prayed really hard that stupig reptile is no longer within the premises of my nest, and finally, jumped into bed. What a delicious day! Right..=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Am now attempting to watch tv, chat on msn and blog at the same time. Not an easy feat. Am not a typical woman whos good at multi-tasking and SO, imma sign off now. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ooh! Happy Vday &amp;amp; International Friendship day to all! Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-3073730482416876919?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/3073730482416876919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=3073730482416876919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3073730482416876919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/3073730482416876919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-no-idea-how-to-title-this.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-117039299465676101</id><published>2007-02-02T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:10:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG! THE SONG'S PLAYING AGAIN!! =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-117039299465676101?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/117039299465676101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=117039299465676101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/117039299465676101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/117039299465676101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-songs-playing-again-s.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-117039247952805346</id><published>2007-02-02T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:18:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am in a fridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok I have finally started my internship. The office is freezing and even though I knew that from my first day yesterday, I still do not have a sweater. I forgot to bring larh CAN? So now im freezing again. Good thing about it of course is that heat expands things and the cold contracts, therefore by the end of my working day id be so tiny I could slip right under the door. Right. If that were true Id be living in a fridge. no. perhaps a freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea just before I continue, I have something to clarify!! JAX DOES NOT PLAY THE BASS. HE PLAYS THE... UHM... GUITAR... ? (right jax?? =s) aiyaaa something like that larh..=/ btw grats on getting your new car jax! Much as its an ah beng car and its a..uhm..SUBARU (I think the brand justifies my point enough =p) hahaha..no offence jax its just that you are so... UN-beng! THAT aside, I think its cool that he managed to afford a car ALL BY HIMSELF at such a tender young (ok perhaps not tender but deft young. Herher.) age. duncha think? Heh. *pat on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so yea, im interning at this company located at Suntec City Tower 2. Other than the fact that its freezing, the view here is wonderful! As of now, I can see two people smoking at the balcony of the next building (which is I believe, tower 1), uhm, the Padang..the Esplanade..and many other tall buildings..=/ yea. Does it sound nice? Herher. I feel like a condominium advertisement announcer..=s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just chatted with SS who just made me 1/4 hearted about going for work and travel. He said minus the working part itd be fun... of which, other than working, I wont be doing anything else there. And then Emily proceeded to tell me that the working life there is like shit. The traveling part after that is the sole motivation. So, if the thing id be really looking forward to when im there is to come back home, then why the hell am I going in the first place? =s Boohoo. Im very confused..can you tell...? gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd its the 4th time in 1.25 days im hearing 'How to save a life' by The Fray on Class95. (actually if you add the hours which Ive been at work its really only been less than half a day.) oh well but the song is yummy anyways. 'Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend.Somewhere along in the bitterness, and I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-117039247952805346?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/117039247952805346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=117039247952805346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/117039247952805346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/117039247952805346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-in-fridge-ok-i-have-finally-started.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-116957519281017598</id><published>2007-01-24T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:06:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back over my shoulder, my SMU days are over..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lovely. My title is SOOO POETIC! Oooh coolness..*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just realised how boring and not-like-a-blog my blog is. I shall make it more bloggish (not that there’s a definition for how a blog should be but whatever. Just take it that I created some definition by myself and somehow my blog doesnt live up to that definition.) by firstly, having more entries, updating it more often, and writing things that are as random as seeing a green sock hanging off a traffic light.uhm..yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! What do you know? Ive finally graduated from SMU. (to those who thought id spend another 538 years in SMU..i TOLD you I’d SLOWLY but SURELY graduate?!?) Feels kinda strange to suddenly have no direction in life. To not follow..some kinda..routine. Hmmm. Its weirdly upsetting..to suddenly not have to worry about e-dollars and how many cents to use to bid for that course that is non examinable and has an extremely slack prof..oh smu. Imma miss that place..=( the pretty little group study rooms that started off 70% empty most of the time when I was in year one to eventually 160% full every single day by the time I hit year 4. Look at how much things have evolved! From Jax singing “creep” at the upper quad in the old campus, to the birth and success of Groundzero (as we have all come to realize, Jacky decided singing’s not for him. WHY JAX WHY?? the line “you’re just like an angel..” is a personal when-Jacky-sings-it favorite. Muahaha..sorry Jax..it’d NEVER stop. awwww. No worries Jax you just a teeny weeny bit less cool playing the bass..*grins*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id always remember the times when Grace and E-wan emcee for events. Graces favorite topics (not according to ranks) are: panties, sex, the private parts of human beings AND animals (or any other thing you know of that has one), buttocks, shitting, wedgies, digging noses, bras, panties, panties, panties..yea. the list goes on.. Oh and who can EVER forget Huang E-wans “BUH-BYE”s. That word (or two words for that matter) is like the macarena song. You’d just have to hear it once and it PLAYS ARD IN YOUR HEAD the entire day. Only difference is that when a song gets stuck in your head, its ANNOYING, but when a HEBB (read:: Huang E-wan Buh-Bye) gets stuck in your head, its quite yummy..=D awww E-wan, I love the sexy way you say those farewells..=D Everyone, try saying it. Its addictive. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im suddenly reminded of the period of time in year one when Jax, Poh, myself and Angel used to study together. For some reason, smelling slippers became a favorite pastime (other than acting as an alarm clock, I cannot, till now, think of any purpose that serves.) Jax and Poh very often loved to compare and see whose slippers were smellier, until one day, angel decided that hers smelt the worse. “Cannot be worse than ours lah wallaw. Pass me.” You spoke too soon Mr Poh. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee..came flying Angels slipper to the front of the seminar room. “WALLANEH!!!! Fucking mad!” MUAHAHAHAHA. Im actually grinning to myself as Im typing this. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH and who can ever forget Joeys dancing in the SRs..grooving in Kevs car..singing along to Joeys wonderful guitar playing..crazy bitching sessions with my top notch bitching partner Grace..Jackys damn KORK way of driving..and his favorite drink; TOP (read:: Teh O Peng) and the milo peng gao from Mr Cockroach-Eyebrow-Uncle at the old campus. GAWD I MISS IT SO. Boo. Then, theres Summer Study at Vancouver which was simply delicious. Jos..Cel..Lian..Zhiyu..Char..We had our pretty mad share of fun too eii my dear ravishing-s and gorgeous-s! Will blog about THAT other part of uni another time..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those were theeeeeeee..days my friends we thought theyd never enddddd..we'd sing and danceeee..forever and a dayyyyy..we’d lead the lifeeeeee we chooseee..we’d fight and neverrrr loseeee..for we were youngggggg..and sure to have our wayyyyyy..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship starts next week. Boo. Am NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT AT ALL. *sobbb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-116957519281017598?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116957519281017598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=116957519281017598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116957519281017598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116957519281017598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-back-over-my-shoulder-my-smu.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-116606562077784669</id><published>2006-12-14T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:07:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Good Things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honestly what will become of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don't like reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But really life is daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Young and restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The pain sets in and I don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flames to dustLovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flames to dustLovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Die die die die die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;til the feeling went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-116606562077784669?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116606562077784669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=116606562077784669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116606562077784669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116606562077784669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-good-things-honestly-what-will.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-116572735488575798</id><published>2006-12-10T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:10:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Random Thought..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from church. Today, amongst other things like christmas, the pastor was talking about fears. Fear of uncertainty, fear of the future..blah blah..and the fear of slowly but surely losing your loved ones. How true is that. I often wonder why people hold on to certain things knowing that they would slowly but surely lose them some day. The reason is simple: Love..:) and that, is reason nuff i guess..heh. (QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYESSS!!:p) Just a thought i wanted to share..enjoy your weekend peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadadada..bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-116572735488575798?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116572735488575798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=116572735488575798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116572735488575798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116572735488575798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-116331696163746124</id><published>2006-11-12T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:41:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;23 is Michael Jordan's jersy number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wow im starting to SMELL 23. eeps. next id be 24. and then 25..mid twenties. DOUBLE WOW *wow wow*. this is scary.  Ive been weird recently..weird is the word..to be exact im kind of turning into JANE. disgusting emo momo. damn why cant i inherit her FLAT TUMMY and SMALL ATTRACTIVE PERKY ARSE instead?! The eediot who turned on the tap PLEASE TURN IT OFF PROPERLY CAN. waste water only. I think im going through a  quarter life crisis..which means id live till..let me see.....................................................................................(dont mind the long pause. there's a reason why i dropped A-math in secondary school.) 92 years of age! Pretty ripe old age eh. Now now..which fruit do i wanna be? i think..id wana be a...DURIAN!cuz it'd retain its attractiveness even after a century. (not that im a durian researcher but its strong appearance seem to indicate so somehow.) Who cares if the inside's rotten? no matter the fruit, it eventually becomes rotten no? Inevitable outcome. Its whether the rotteness is visible that matters. which is why..i think durians are cool. SO i inspire to become a cooooool durian. not to mention its GREEN! so everyone would always be GREEN WITH ENVY of me. muahahaha..(uhm for the info of some weird beings who might have strange ways of linking things, kindly do not take this as a hint that all i want for my birthday (or christmas for that matter) is for you to envy me ok. Yes its the thought that counts but no thank you cause im still a rather materialistic girl.) muahaha..aka, what i want is really simple... MONEY. thank you. (sorry guys i told you i've been weird recently..GAH. come close at your own risk. haahaa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-116331696163746124?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116331696163746124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=116331696163746124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116331696163746124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116331696163746124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/11/23-is-michael-jordans-jersy-number.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-116004603497161935</id><published>2006-10-05T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:02:14.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOOBS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Congeniality *snort snort* - Current Status : Appear Offline says:&lt;br /&gt;wah i dont know how to blog abt our shisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;say kathy has bigger boobs now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Congeniality *snort snort* - Current Status : Appear Offline says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;and the photos are PROOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Congeniality *snort snort* - Current Status : Appear Offline says:&lt;br /&gt;and put that pic hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Congeniality *snort snort* - Current Status : Appear Offline says:&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;hardly u get to see kathy's boobs like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;aye that series of photos inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;u go see which one cleavage deepest lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macadakat says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG1835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look at what my beloved SOS is capable of saying..lovable aint she..muahaha..babe we'd still love u even if u had sunken in boobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HERE is best pic i could find darls. Will blog abt shisha again another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-116004603497161935?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/116004603497161935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=116004603497161935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116004603497161935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/116004603497161935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/10/boobs.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115866062674712319</id><published>2006-09-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:13:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you wana come and take a ride wit meee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WOOHOO!dad's in good ol' hongie kongie again! I can smeeell...seeee...and feeeel...FREEEEDOM! I've been driving so much more recently..and i can proudly say ive been making decent progress!=) thank you soooo much pipi and lala! Love you both sooo much! muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers in my car have progressed from praying throughout their journey (uhm seatbelts are a needless to say thang), with their pulses going at 3290 beats per minute, placentas falling out and kidneys flying to the front deck of the car..oh and did i mention an entirely silent journey..to uhm..sometimes forgetting to put on their seatbelts, bits of conversation in the car (which they would later totally regret because i get distracted and dash through a red light..=/ gah.)..OH OH OH!and!!!some individuals (ok fine perhaps its been just one individual) FELL ASLEEP IN MY CAR! that was how SMOOTH the ride was..*grin* (to lala: i dont care if shes someone who can fall asleep anywhere under any conditions. In any case im sure she doesnt fall asleep on a roller coaster ride.HA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im starting to sound proud of myself...YES i am VERY proud of myself and think i deserve a million pats on my back!=) next up: THE NEWTON CIRCUS ATTACK! *evil laughtersss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiite im DRIVING to far east plaza to meet jojo now..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115866062674712319?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115866062674712319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115866062674712319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115866062674712319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115866062674712319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-wana-come-and-take-ride-wit.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115795455548738922</id><published>2006-09-11T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:04:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yada yada yada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School is disgusting. ALL THE GSRs HAVE BEEN TAKEN UP n its only the 4TH WEEK OF SCHOOL. here's more. ive already had 2 ASSIGNMENTS DUE and..check this gross shat out..I HAVE MY FIRST TEST (yes TEST WHICH TAKES UP 20% OF THE MODULE) COMING UP ON WEDNESDAY!ahhhh!*grabs hair in hands and shakes head with eyes shut tight* all's cool though..=) i will still smile and laugh at everyhing that makes me do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyhoos, sorry for this really short and uninteresting entry. I HAVE TO STUDY. and no prizes for guessing where i am right now!in..SMU'S LI KA SHING LIBRARY. (and to that certain someone..I DO NOT LIKE BEING IN THE LIBRARY..KINDLY TAKE ME OUTA HERE..haa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO..Till i have the time and patience and stuffs interesting nuff..adios amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aiite BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115795455548738922?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115795455548738922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115795455548738922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115795455548738922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115795455548738922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/09/yada-yada-yada.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115693402825350179</id><published>2006-08-30T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:39:10.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sentosa Sundays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG6089.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG6089.1.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/Image062.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/Image058.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/Image058.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/Image037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/Image037.0.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG6089.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG6128.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG6128.0.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG3155.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG3244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG3244.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/Image063.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG3220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG3220.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG5601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG5601.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/DSC00241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/DSC00241.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115693402825350179?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115693402825350179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115693402825350179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115693402825350179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115693402825350179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/sentosa-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115693086906630154</id><published>2006-08-30T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:06:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How do you cook a Jasoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Step 1: Defrost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG5583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG5583.jpg" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG5591.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG5591.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;^Step 2: Marinate it well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/1600/CIMG5597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1048/3303/320/CIMG5597.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt; Step 3: Cook over low fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115693086906630154?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115693086906630154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115693086906630154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115693086906630154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115693086906630154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-do-you-cook-jasoo-step-1-defrost.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115632831330764637</id><published>2006-08-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:21:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Popeye the Sailor Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First day in school after a LONG WHILE. I am mourning the loss of my past summer holidays. they're all gone..no more..nooo moreee..NOOO MOREEE..*wails while using fist to pound the left side of my chest* (Yes anyone who sees me now will notice that i have puffy eyes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the first time in history, amidst the usual bright bright sunshiney days (recall song: its gonna be a brightttt brighttt..sunshiney dayyyy!!) I have actually experienced tornados and hailstorms during the summer. haa id leave it to your imagination how erratic it has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just sent my dad off at the airport today..and because he only booked a one way ticket..the date to his return is UNCONFIRMED!WOOOHOOO!*skips around grinning from ear to ear (or mouth to mouth in pom's words)* (recall song: im leavinggg on a jet planeee..don't know when i'll be back againnnn..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok back to the main story..At terminal one, there is the oh so delicious POPEYES FRIED CHICKEN *drooooooooool* fast food joint, and since we're there..i could NOT possibily have given that a miss. I super loveeee the 3piece chicken strips meal which comes with 3pieces of juicy and succulent chicken strips (duh-uh), choice of 2side dishes: in which my choices would be coleslaw and coleslaw(i refuse to believe its fattening because..despite the sauce..its..uhm..STILL GREENS!!SHUSH!noone is to ARGUE WITH ME..THIS IS MYYYYY BLOG!RAH!) and of course a drink: i do not like gassy drinks so..change to seasons iced apple teaaaa PLEASE thank you..*flicks hair* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so..as i was getting all excited to consume that very delicious meal..horrors of all horrors! this was what came tumbling out of the cashier's mouth: "sorry no coleslaw." WHAT?! NO COLESLAW AGAINNNN?DO YOU KNOW THAT THERE HAS BEEN NO COLESLAW SINCE THE LAST..2MILLION-th TIME I CAME? My dad got upset because he saw how those innocent looking eyes of his beloved little daughter became a tad bit teary.......(ok i am SO dramatizing it but PLEASE UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THE COLESLAW THERE..) and feedbacked to them how IF YOU HAVE NO (BLARDY) COLESLAW..THEN DONT PUT COLESLAW ON THE (BLARDY) MENU!ahem.sorry for the outburst but i am really quite disappointed with Popeye (the sailor man tooot tooot!) since i have been quite supportive of him (and not Bluto even though he is really more MAN.) when it comes to pursuing Olive. Sigh. SO..i didnt have my popeyes coleslaw AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YAY my prof said he'd end class at 6.22pm which is really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115632831330764637?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115632831330764637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115632831330764637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115632831330764637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115632831330764637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/08/popeye-sailor-man-first-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115372473066213736</id><published>2006-07-24T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:06:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its raining..i loveeee rainy days..(more so nights actually) especially when i can snuggle up under my blankie!lol.Thank God im staying at home today!=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I went tanning (alone because i cannot CANNOT let anyone see my hedious-everyone-puke-their-organs-out bodaye) and im now officially UN-WHITE!Only thing is..it'd be so much better if i could tan in the nude. Then there wouldn't be those fuglaye tan lines.haa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think im gonna cook again sometime soon. I'd like to believe that the obligatory oh-your-porridge-tastes-soooo-niceee feedback i got from my virgin porridge cooking session was..not THAT obligatory after all. Since of course..every grain of rice, slice of mushroom, bit of pork, and cube of carrot were consumed. lol. Good luck to everyone who ate it IF it had really been an obligatory response. I WILL BE BACK! *eeeeevil laughters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lane, Gab, my bro, Mei and myself were at essential brew on saturday night after watching Eleine's play (which was really good btw! *applaud applaud* BOY can she move.haha.) when some PERSON..happily started..suggesting looking at..*horrors of all horrors* IC PICTURES!!Mei looked like she was 45. Now she looks 20. When she is 45, she'd either look 45, or be in a cradle. (hahaha...dont worry mei, we still LOVE YA!) and yes..conclusion: GOLDIE'S looks the worse..=/ i mean..i had NO NECK CAN!omagash..=/ (and why am i embarrassing myself on my own blog?) i really need to change my IC photo. It has brought (and is still bringing) about shame to thy name. Ooooh!Such emotional and physical turmoil..*puts back of palm on forehead and faints* Looking at it..makes me upset..and sick. i get depressed..disgusted..suffer headaches..and feel nauseous..stare at it for more than 2 minutes..and i collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115372473066213736?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115372473066213736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115372473066213736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115372473066213736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115372473066213736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115289600315281618</id><published>2006-07-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:20:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AIE AIE CAPTAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just came back from watching Pirates of The Carribean. KEIRA KNIGHTLEY is theeeee HOTTEST thang. She looked sooooo good especially when she was dolled up in that..supposed manly outfit.haa...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok sorry hunks and babes. I dont really have the mood to write now. Prolly keep you guys updated on my uninteresting mundane life another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115289600315281618?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115289600315281618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115289600315281618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115289600315281618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115289600315281618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/aie-aie-captain-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115281407272484407</id><published>2006-07-14T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:31:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLODDY thang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODY thang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its that time of the month that makes me detest being a woman. boo. My tummy and lower back aches like HELL! Future Claudia and/or Hugo: BETTER BE NICE TO MOMMY. Be good, study hard, be filial, marry good (and preferably rich) people and provide mommy with a comfortable and happy life. Holidays at least twice a year to any place of mommy's wish (whether mommy wants more (or less for that matter) trips or not is up to mommy)..buy mommy anything she wants..get her a chauffeur, maids, butler and any branded (and/or non branded) things she wants ok. Mommy is a rather biased person who may be quite capable of practicing favouritism. So whoever is nicer to mommy, mommy will love more (Looks might play a small part. So you both must learn to be a bit vain also ok.) Not that mommy will not love the other one. Just that maybe will not love in equal amounts thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115281407272484407?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115281407272484407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115281407272484407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115281407272484407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115281407272484407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/bloddy-thang.html' title='BLODDY thang.'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115276408398145319</id><published>2006-07-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:33:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOO BOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am waiting for pipi to come over to my place now..we are going SHOPPING!its prettaye amazing that she is ACTUALLY SHOPPING MORE THAN ME..*takes my hat off*. Its touching how much my little bestie trusts me. SHES LETTING ME HELP HER CUT HER HAIR..*evil laughters* aww. im touched. *touching myself all over* No worries fats, i'd let you..err paint my nails? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ooh..goldie experienced her virgin porridge cooking session yesterday! I cooked it ALL BY MYSELF!without ANY guidance of any form! muahaha..im so proud of myself! *pat on the back* much as the porridge is rather delicious..and i am rather proud of it..sorrei..the chef's recipie is SECRET. and SACRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oops..pipi is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok bye! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115276408398145319?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115276408398145319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115276408398145319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115276408398145319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115276408398145319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/boo-boo.html' title='BOO BOO!'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30740354.post-115224099728159217</id><published>2006-07-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:34:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WOW. i officially have a blog! Never thought id ever share anything in an online diary. I dont even have a normal diary (what in adam's name is a normal diary?but..u get what i mean.) haa. Today's the graduation of my dear ravishing-s and gorgeous-s! Grats y'all! *MEGA HUG* *pat on the back* to all of ya! Im gonna be graduating ALONE next year..-_- ok fine with some JUNIORS..what a BOOST to my self confidence. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh!im going to eat yummilicious balls with jane lee shiao ling tonight! tang yuan..chicken rice balls..fishballs..mushroom balls..beef balls..sotong balls..chicken balls..pork balls..im sure i'll have a BALL OF A TIME! hahaha..fine. Not that funny. But give me credit for trying CAN? im not a lit student after all. These things do NOT come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30740354-115224099728159217?l=bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/115224099728159217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30740354&amp;postID=115224099728159217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115224099728159217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30740354/posts/default/115224099728159217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolate.blogspot.com/2006/07/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>goldie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kwGoZw2rMo/Tm8uOEvNG8I/AAAAAAAAANc/-nECpygZ6Xk/s220/Bittersweet%2BWay%2B-%2Bwout%2Bcorbis.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
