<?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-29898870</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:18:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.thetaintedheart.</title><subtitle type='html'>All of our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone that makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us.
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Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-2867464962227369178</id><published>2008-02-02T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:39:05.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R6ViMsnU2kI/AAAAAAAAADM/WzsRgffWIzk/s1600-h/penn-pink-balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R6ViMsnU2kI/AAAAAAAAADM/WzsRgffWIzk/s320/penn-pink-balls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162640518124198466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would still be in bed at this hour on a Saturday morning, just like my sister is. Haha. So the reason I woke up at 8 plus is a game of tennis with my brother. I think I managed to hold my own even though it's been years since I've played. There was the occassional bout of breathlessness, probably coz of the cough and flu I've been having the past few days but more likely due to my lack of stamina. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I'm glad I did play. My muscles will probably be aching tomorrow and I'll feel so tired due to the lack of sleep, but once again I recalled my love for the game. The thrill of hitting the tennis ball with all you've got, the swing of the racket as you prepare to hit and the follow through after, the "winning shot", the perfect placement of the tennis ball, the pespiration from running under the hot sun and nothing beats a good workout yeah, (on a more girly note) the lovely tennis skirts and dresses and pretty pink tennis balls! My brother bought the tennis balls when he was in the US and it's for a good cause so it's all good. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna play? I need the practise so let me know yeah. Take care people and happy working out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-2867464962227369178?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/2867464962227369178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=2867464962227369178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/2867464962227369178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/2867464962227369178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2008/02/tennis.html' title='tennis.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R6ViMsnU2kI/AAAAAAAAADM/WzsRgffWIzk/s72-c/penn-pink-balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-8987554500512412624</id><published>2008-01-29T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:28:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny dinner.</title><content type='html'>My brother's being fussy and doesn't want to go to Shangri-La's The Line. He wants to go back to Min Jiang, but my dad's not sure if they'll be open. Plus we had that for his birthday dinner so I think he wants to have something different. Well looks like we need to find a good restaurant that will be open on the first day of Chinese New Year for dinner. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Any suggestions anyone?&lt;/span&gt; It doesn't necessarily need to be a Chinese restaurant. Just as long as the food is great! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-8987554500512412624?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/8987554500512412624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=8987554500512412624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/8987554500512412624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/8987554500512412624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2008/01/cny-dinner.html' title='cny dinner.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-4902665827891361061</id><published>2008-01-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:23:48.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007.</title><content type='html'>Just finished a glass of white wine and Toa Payoh's famous chicken rice (yummy yummy!) and I'm feeling nice and full, so let me get started. Looking back, 2007 went by in a flash. Well somehow a lot of it wasn't very pleasant, but there were the tiny moments of joy. Speaking of which, it's about time I posted all the long overdue photos from last year. Forgive my procrastination. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yLjcnU2WI/AAAAAAAAABc/46Wq0mGXKXM/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yLjcnU2WI/AAAAAAAAABc/46Wq0mGXKXM/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160152714152565090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casual Friday and my colleagues and I were indulging in a little Starbuck's treat. This is actually a photo of a polaroid thus the blurry image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yMxsnU2YI/AAAAAAAAABs/xw4chXEY1y4/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yMxsnU2YI/AAAAAAAAABs/xw4chXEY1y4/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160154058477328770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A surprise bouquet of pink and white roses. How gorgeous is that! I absolutely love flowers. Temporary but yet so beautiful and they never fail to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yRvsnU2gI/AAAAAAAAACs/C0FmLbKt128/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yRvsnU2gI/AAAAAAAAACs/C0FmLbKt128/s320/DSC03468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160159521675729410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to Min Jiang at Rochester Park for Daddy's birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yRLsnU2fI/AAAAAAAAACk/DjAvNTHSDgY/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yRLsnU2fI/AAAAAAAAACk/DjAvNTHSDgY/s320/DSC03466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160158903200438770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chef's Platter which costs $20ish per plate but oh so good! Crunchy, juicy at the right times and so full of flavour. Definitely worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yQh8nU2eI/AAAAAAAAACc/Fik4QiqHxV4/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yQh8nU2eI/AAAAAAAAACc/Fik4QiqHxV4/s320/DSC03472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160158185940900322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He turned 50. Doesn't look like it yeah. I've got a hip dad. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yQIsnU2dI/AAAAAAAAACU/RHpWylJ7Fto/s1600-h/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yQIsnU2dI/AAAAAAAAACU/RHpWylJ7Fto/s320/DSC03478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160157752149203410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother rebonded his fringe. -.- But oh well I can understand why. There's this family gene for some parts of your hair (like the fringe) to have a natural curl and it gets rather disgusting at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yPscnU2cI/AAAAAAAAACM/Adwu4D5kEn8/s1600-h/DSC03491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yPscnU2cI/AAAAAAAAACM/Adwu4D5kEn8/s320/DSC03491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160157266817898946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Saturday afternoon trip to Orchard with my colleagues. The guys actually helped us take a photo, but it wasn't really nice. So we decided let's just do it ourselves and tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yLv8nU2XI/AAAAAAAAABk/mOUdaTGfpnM/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yLv8nU2XI/AAAAAAAAABk/mOUdaTGfpnM/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160152928900929906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clubbing with the babes over the Deepavali public holiday. Not a very nice shot of us but who cares. We were having too much fun! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yR-snU2hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FlmbEyGHN_M/s1600-h/DSC03518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yR-snU2hI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FlmbEyGHN_M/s320/DSC03518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160159779373767186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm what can I say. It was lunchtime, the food was taking forever to arrive, I still had to go back to work and I was trying to act cute. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yO98nU2bI/AAAAAAAAACE/3RADUJo060E/s1600-h/DSC03655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yO98nU2bI/AAAAAAAAACE/3RADUJo060E/s320/DSC03655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160156467953981874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas lunch at Ikoi. Definitely one of my fav Japanese restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yOf8nU2aI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v5eylNmaVBk/s1600-h/DSC03656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yOf8nU2aI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v5eylNmaVBk/s320/DSC03656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155952557906338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oo I love this photo! Despite the bad lighting, it turned out rather nice. First photo after getting my curls done. My hair looks so much better here compared to the previous photos. But guess what, someone said that I look like an ah lian coz of it. Duh. -.- Oh well, think I'll stick to curls for now. It suits me better than straight hair. After all, being feminine is more of my thing. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yOAMnU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AfnTtmwgwNI/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yOAMnU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AfnTtmwgwNI/s320/DSC03662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160155407097059730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis couldn't join us coz she was in Japan for training. Too bad. She would have ordered loads of ebi tempura. That's like the only time she'll ever eat prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yIkMnU2VI/AAAAAAAAABU/pdazUZ9uVGk/s1600-h/DSC03071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yIkMnU2VI/AAAAAAAAABU/pdazUZ9uVGk/s320/DSC03071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160149428502583634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo was actually taken in 2006, a little Christmas gathering at my place. It's been a year but I still miss that group of friends. A sad reminder of the value of true friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there should be more photos, but I'm waiting for my lovely babes to pass them over. So hang tight till then yeah. I haven't made up my mind as to whether 2007 was a good or bad year or maybe it was neither. Hmm... but it was definitely one of the years where I cried the most. Still, that might not necessarily make it a bad year. Well it's 2008 already and a friend asked what my new year's resolutions are and the thing is, I haven't really thought about it at all. Perhaps I was too caught up in everything to even remember. So let me think about it and post soon yeah. By the way, what are your resolutions? I have a feeling some of you have really interesting ones. I would love to know so please comment on my tagboard yeah. Take care my lovely darlings. Babes, clubbing soon! Hee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-4902665827891361061?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/4902665827891361061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=4902665827891361061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/4902665827891361061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/4902665827891361061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007.html' title='2007.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/R5yLjcnU2WI/AAAAAAAAABc/46Wq0mGXKXM/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-200007315983640623</id><published>2007-11-08T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:30:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deepavali.</title><content type='html'>My feet are killing me, my knees are aching and I feel so exhausted, but it doesn't matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I haven't had this much fun in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reached home not too long ago. Clubbing at St James followed by supper at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Thanks babes! You girls rock! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos and updates coming up later after a nice long sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-200007315983640623?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/200007315983640623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=200007315983640623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/200007315983640623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/200007315983640623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/11/deepavali.html' title='deepavali.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-629223638795742940</id><published>2007-07-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:57:29.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newsy update.</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been updating in a while. But it's time to get back on track. Just a little update on what's going on. I'm working again. Yes finally i know. This time it's at OCBC bank. The work can get a little monotonous at times, but the people are really nice and it helps to make the workplace more interesting. The funny thing is that I feel like I've finally found a job where I don't mind considering a long term commitment. Though it's not really my "perfect job", but it's definitely worth a try. I'll just have to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few birthdays that went past, but the one I want to mention first is Elke's because I forgot to wish her. I'm so sorry babe! Here's a really belated happy birthday to you! By the way, I didn't have the chance to mention this to you at DXO, but I absolutely love your bf's hair! It's so cool! You two look really good together! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sujuan and Jacqui's birthdays went by too and despite the absolutely horrid service at the japanese restaurant, it was still a crazy night if I might say so. Hehe. It's been a while babes and it's Oon's birthday next. Yay! Speaking of which, you still owe me the photos from your 23rd birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, there was Father's Day in June and we checked out The Club St. Brasserie. The caesar salad and desserts were nice, but I can't say much about the spaghetti. The pub area looked really cozy though, so you might want to check it out. For my sister's birthday, we went back to the same chinese place as my brother's birthday. Had some of the same stuff, but no quail! According to the waitress, the quails weren't "pretty" that day so she didn't recommend ordering that. Lols. Oh but it's so sad because the restaurant is closing down or actually I think might have already closed down by now! *sobz* Looks like we'll have to hunt for another nice chinese restaurant. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about birthdays. So I haven't really been shopping much, unless you count the $500 worth of clothes, but that was in May! Then again I did add 3 pairs of shoes, 2 tokidoki bags, lots of stationery and who knows what other little knick knacks to my stash. Okok so I have been shopping, but I do want to get a new digital camera as well. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to clarify, one of the tokidoki bags was a gift from a special someone. Speaking of which, I heard that a special someone is coming back to Singapore for a visit. Please please let me know when, if not I might be in the US when you're here. Unfortunately, I also heard that another special someone is going overseas. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to end here. Till next time. Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-629223638795742940?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/629223638795742940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=629223638795742940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/629223638795742940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/629223638795742940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/07/newsy-update.html' title='newsy update.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-6502295993052324498</id><published>2007-03-14T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:35:38.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apology and gratitude.</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for going MIA over the past few months. Quite a number of things have happened; some of it good, but some are absolutely horrid and it all escalated at the beginning of March. Troubles of my own, letting go, finding out things being said behind my back, the fear of losing someone. I'm mentally, emotionally exhausted and seriously in need of a vacation, a getaway from all this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad about hurting someone and I know that there's no way I can fully apologise for it. Please forgive me? Perhaps one day we'll be able to be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do feel terribly hurt and disappointed as well. I don't wish to give a damn, but the truth is I do. Guess I trust people too easily and consider them friends when actually they're not. That's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Anyone can hold a grudge, but it takes real courage to forgive."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, it is really going to take a lot for me to forgive all of them, especially the parties not involved. If you don't know the whole true story and just wish to make assumptions and spread malicious gossip, then shut the fuck up and fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I do wish to thank the people that still talk to me and consider me a friend. You guys have helped to cheer me up many a time when I felt like crying. I'm really grateful to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In life, God doesn't send you the people you want. Instead He gives you the people you need; to teach you, to hurt you, to love you, to make you exactly the way you should be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll come out of this experience as a much better and stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben ben: I'll skype with you real soon yeah. You were saying 10pm New Zealand time, so 5pm Singapore time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-6502295993052324498?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/6502295993052324498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=6502295993052324498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/6502295993052324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/6502295993052324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/03/apology-and-gratitude.html' title='apology and gratitude.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-7523263524173960</id><published>2007-03-06T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:46:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me let go.</title><content type='html'>Faith Hill's song about the pain of needing to let go of something you want to lose the least, about how what's best for everyone isn't always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was over, baby&lt;br /&gt;we said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;but I can't go a day&lt;br /&gt;without your face&lt;br /&gt;going through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, not a single minute&lt;br /&gt;passes without you in it&lt;br /&gt;your voice, your touch&lt;br /&gt;memories of your love&lt;br /&gt;are with me all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me let go, baby&lt;br /&gt;let me let go&lt;br /&gt;if this is for the best&lt;br /&gt;why are you still in my heart&lt;br /&gt;are you still in my soul&lt;br /&gt;let me let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-7523263524173960?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/7523263524173960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=7523263524173960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/7523263524173960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/7523263524173960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-me-let-go.html' title='let me let go.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116582100055437191</id><published>2007-03-06T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:48:44.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I regret giving birth to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you react if one day your mother told you that? Fortunately for me, I'm old enough to understand why she said that, but it definitely still hurts to hear such a line. I believe no child should ever have to go through such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It takes two hands to clap."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe any arising problems should be settled between the couple and not blamed upon the children. They are the innocent parties here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a child is taking a big step of responsibility. There's no such thing as turning back or regretting later. Just a little advice to the young couples out there, please be very sure of what you're about to do because it will change your lives forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116582100055437191?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116582100055437191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116582100055437191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116582100055437191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116582100055437191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/12/anyone-can-hold-grudge-but-it-takes.html' title='children.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-2794151407384264419</id><published>2007-03-06T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:54:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because I smile, doesn't mean that I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;Just because I look angry on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that I'm not hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;Just because I say I'm ok, doesn't mean that I really am&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm cheerful in front of others,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that I don't cry when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Just what I'm feeling inside, does anyone really know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-2794151407384264419?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/2794151407384264419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=2794151407384264419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/2794151407384264419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/2794151407384264419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/03/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-8356615175529606237</id><published>2007-03-04T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:52:51.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have a fringe for the first time in a very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxBMIZimI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-eO813Huimc/s1600-h/DSC03089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038033767161760354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxBMIZimI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-eO813Huimc/s320/DSC03089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxB8IZinI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CYoaBHEweeo/s1600-h/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038033780046662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxB8IZinI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CYoaBHEweeo/s320/DSC03090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxCsIZioI/AAAAAAAAABA/l_N6I7Jw9gY/s1600-h/DSC03092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038033792931564162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxCsIZioI/AAAAAAAAABA/l_N6I7Jw9gY/s320/DSC03092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxC8IZipI/AAAAAAAAABI/iIxvHVxirtw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038033797226531474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxC8IZipI/AAAAAAAAABI/iIxvHVxirtw/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I would rather not post these photos as they remind me of something painful, but they are the most recent ones I have. So ben these are for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-8356615175529606237?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/8356615175529606237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=8356615175529606237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/8356615175529606237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/8356615175529606237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/03/photos.html' title='photos.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/ReqxBMIZimI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-eO813Huimc/s72-c/DSC03089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-530913037744071244</id><published>2007-03-02T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:58:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year of the pig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/Regpe8IZikI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_lGLuK3_qhQ/s1600-h/pippo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/Regpe8IZikI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_lGLuK3_qhQ/s320/pippo1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037321794728069698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another new year and this time it's my year! Piggies ftw! Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our reunion dinner at Shangri-La, The Line, and I must say that it was so much better than last year's Ritz Carlton. It was good that my brother could join us for the full dinner this time and as usual both of us had lots of 'nonsense' conversations. After which we headed over to my aunt's place to 'bai nian' before she left for her China trip. Lunch on sunday at my grand aunt's place where I met my two new cousins! One's just one month old and the other's two months old. Both just as adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, big red packets from my dad and aunt and greatly appreciated. Hehe. I hope all of you had just as great a new year as I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-530913037744071244?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/530913037744071244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=530913037744071244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/530913037744071244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/530913037744071244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/03/year-of-pig.html' title='year of the pig.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/Regpe8IZikI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_lGLuK3_qhQ/s72-c/pippo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-9128609811795114008</id><published>2007-02-15T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:54:45.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gingerbread man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/RegtvcIZilI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fba5vTEOxYs/s1600-h/Gingerbread_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/RegtvcIZilI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fba5vTEOxYs/s320/Gingerbread_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037326476242422354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you'll always be a part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-9128609811795114008?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/9128609811795114008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=9128609811795114008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/9128609811795114008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/9128609811795114008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-gingerbread-man.html' title='gingerbread man.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RIWubwNyiMg/RegtvcIZilI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fba5vTEOxYs/s72-c/Gingerbread_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116598993437611478</id><published>2006-12-06T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:39:32.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kick-off 2007.</title><content type='html'>My department decided to launch the new financial year by taking a Friday off work and enjoying some activities together. We had archery lessons in the morning, followed by spending the afternoon in Sentosa and finally dinner at Ritz Carlton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/749865/DSC02963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/584122/DSC02963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/39871/DSC02965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/296171/DSC02965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/438600/DSC02970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/147298/DSC02970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/986155/DSC02972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/648230/DSC02972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/459806/DSC02973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/818324/DSC02973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/354360/DSC02981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/432814/DSC02981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/291881/DSC02983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/872046/DSC02983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/317773/DSC02991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/607374/DSC02991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/1600/487680/DSC02997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5524/3196/320/375808/DSC02997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery's a rather cool sport. I don't think that it's something I would like to pick up permanently but I'm glad that I had the chance to try it. Snowboarding's next! Hee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116598993437611478?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116598993437611478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116598993437611478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116598993437611478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116598993437611478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/kick-off.html' title='kick-off 2007.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116616801822984411</id><published>2006-12-06T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:20:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here waiting.</title><content type='html'>oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt;and i slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;i hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;if i see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;how can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;i will be right here waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116616801822984411?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116616801822984411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116616801822984411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116616801822984411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116616801822984411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/12/right-here-waiting.html' title='right here waiting.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116617376815937732</id><published>2006-11-30T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:45:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pamper.</title><content type='html'>pam.per&lt;br /&gt;-verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to treat or gratify with extreme or excessive indulgence, kindness, or care.&lt;br /&gt;2. to cater excessively to someone or to his or her desires or feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long time since I've been pampered. So that's precisely what I've been doing over the past few weeks, getting/buying things I need. Hehe okok it's WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. shopping spree at warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;2nd. dyed and permed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;3rd. bought new tops from zara, chaos and g2000.&lt;br /&gt;4th. bought the black leather handbag i've been eyeing for ages.&lt;br /&gt;5th. shopping spree at topshop.&lt;br /&gt;6th. another shopping spree at warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally&lt;/b&gt;, "presents" that I really want. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116617376815937732?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116617376815937732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116617376815937732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116617376815937732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116617376815937732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/pamper.html' title='pamper.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116486513922592412</id><published>2006-11-30T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:53:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ktv.</title><content type='html'>My colleagues and I recently went for a karaoke session during lunch. If you know me well enough, it'll probably come as a shock to find out that I actually went to a ktv and sang mainly chinese songs! Don't worry, I'm still quite shocked about it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very clear, but just a little clip showing the fun we were having that afternoon. Don't kill me girls and guy! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amjT5KOZM5Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amjT5KOZM5Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116486513922592412?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116486513922592412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116486513922592412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116486513922592412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116486513922592412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/ktv.html' title='ktv.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116365526916550988</id><published>2006-11-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:55:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriends.</title><content type='html'>One so incredibly sweet, the sun seemed to shine constantly but when anger raged, he could make me feel like the smallest thing on this earth. One who stole my heart so completely, yet totally destroyed it by cheating on me. To this day, I doubt he realises just how deep an impact he made on my life. One who thought he knew it all, but I know the truth. One so gentlemanly, yet never quite able to understand me. One who tried to woo me back with flowers, but how could he ever hope to win my heart with something that fades away and dies. One who I thought so highly of, yet betrayed my trust. I thought we could still be friends, but I don't wish to talk to you ever again. Such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;whatever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116365526916550988?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116365526916550988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116365526916550988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365526916550988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365526916550988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/boyfriends.html' title='boyfriends.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116365498371597281</id><published>2006-11-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:57:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chun kee restaurant.</title><content type='html'>My dad suddenly wanted to go out for dinner one night after my sis and I just got home from work. So we rushed out and went to one of our usual Chinese restaurants near Katong. It's no wonder I can't lose weight with all the dinners I've been having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The delicious spread.&lt;br /&gt;Their Sliced Fish Hor Fun and Sambal Kang Kong. Mmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116365498371597281?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116365498371597281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116365498371597281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365498371597281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365498371597281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/chun-kee-restaurant.html' title='chun kee restaurant.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116365483540499317</id><published>2006-11-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:42:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wine bar.</title><content type='html'>My dear jie suddenly asked if I wanted to go clubbing because she was on leave the whole week. Lucky girl! But anyways, I jumped at the chance to hang out with her, relax and forget about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ambience at Wine Bar. It's definitely a place I would recommend for chilling with friends. So we had a few drinks with her one for one credit card promotion before heading in to Zouk. Okok it was quite a lot of drinks! Hehe. I've missed Zouk's Lychee Martinis and Apple Shooters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the minute I stepped out of the cab, my jie started gushing about a few things. Firstly, about the cuteness of my attire. Secondly, about the way it was so utterly me and how it suited me really well. Thirdly, about my colour co-ordination. Hehe. Thanks babe, I enjoyed myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116365483540499317?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116365483540499317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116365483540499317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365483540499317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365483540499317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/wine-bar.html' title='wine bar.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116365461611368420</id><published>2006-11-14T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:05:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Image010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Image010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The haze returned with a vengeance last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Image014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it should look like. You can see the reservoir and the industrial area in the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass by the Seletar Reservoir on my way to and from work. Looking out the window, admiring the scenery, enjoying the tranquility of the place. During the haze period, I couldn't help but wish that it was the &lt;b&gt;San Francisco fog&lt;/b&gt; I was seeing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116365461611368420?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116365461611368420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116365461611368420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365461611368420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365461611368420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116365440383278020</id><published>2006-11-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:26:27.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ryan's birthday.</title><content type='html'>My beloved brother has finally turned 18 years old. Firstly, I would like to say that no, he doesn't look eighteen and secondly, he doesn't act eighteen! Haha, such a bad sister. But seriously, I'll always think of him as my little boy boy. I still remember how all my secondary school friends commented that he's so cute, like a japanese boy. I'll go dig up our old photos and let you see for yourself. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, these are the photos from the birthday dinner at My Choice Chinese Cuisine Restaurant. Apparently the owner used to be a partner of the Crystal Jade chain, but left due to some disagreements and started up his own restaurant. Delicious food accompanied with red wine, busy chatter about nothing in particular and just pretending that everything is as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baked Chicken Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried Cuttlefish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deep Fried Prawns with Salad Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuffed Spinach Beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stewed Veal Cheek. This is so niceee! It's so tender, it just melts in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grilled Pork Soft Bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deep Fried Quail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/24102006968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/24102006968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilled Mango Sago with Pomelo. Refreshingly yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My happy family or at least I'd like to think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116365440383278020?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116365440383278020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116365440383278020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365440383278020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365440383278020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/ryans-birthday.html' title='ryan&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116365507226620598</id><published>2006-11-14T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:39:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware.</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd share this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having dinner at McDonald's at Balestier, an unfortunate series of events happened. Haha. Actually, it's nothing that dramatic. Basically, every person that bought a fifty-cent McDonald's ice-cream, ended up getting a second one. Why you might ask. Simply because they dropped the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not. It was hilarious, but it started becoming freaky to the point that I'm never buying ice-cream at that McDonald's ever. It's a risk I do not wish to take. You've been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116365507226620598?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116365507226620598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116365507226620598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365507226620598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116365507226620598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/11/beware.html' title='beware.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116218602395957007</id><published>2006-10-30T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:52:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Education's purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one." &lt;p align="right"&gt;Malcolm Forbes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind yeah! Education is &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; for you even if you can't understand most of what your teachers are saying or if what you're studying seems like absolute rubbish or if you think you're better off working... okok going down the wrong path, but you get what I mean and if you don't, come talk to me, I'll make sure you do! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a shout out to all my lovely "little sisters and brothers". All the best for your upcoming O's/A's! Study smart, get lots of rest and we'll party like crazy after it all yeah! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok so I drafted this and forgot to post it till now. So sorry! Hope it doesn't come too late!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116218602395957007?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116218602395957007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116218602395957007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116218602395957007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116218602395957007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-best.html' title='all the best.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116193365067706317</id><published>2006-10-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:27:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idealist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Am I? I'm not so sure about this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Hmm yeah I do take feelings into consideration.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Yeah truth and authenticity definitely matter a lot! I hate liars. Even if it's unpleasant, I'd rather the person tell me straight than to be kept in the dark and find out about it through someone else.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Giving my all is only natural when I love someone, but I fall in love easily? Hmm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(This is so true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I'm not sure about the communicating part, but I definitely can spend the whole night talking to someone. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I know Ben Teh will so agree about this! Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Charity work? Oh my, I can't even remember the last time I did charity work. Secondary school or poly days coz it was compulsory? Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the dictionary has to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.de.al.ist&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a person who cherishes or pursues high or noble principles, purposes, goals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. a visionary or impractical person.&lt;br /&gt;3. a person who represents things as they might or should be rather than as they are.&lt;br /&gt;4. a writer or artist who treats subjects imaginatively.&lt;br /&gt;5. a person who accepts the doctrines of idealism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel I am quite an idealist. Unfortunately, sometimes dreaming a bit too much about how "perfect" I wish things were, but that's just me yeah. After all, an idealist is considered someone guided more by ideals than by practical considerations or also known as a dreamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116193365067706317?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116193365067706317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116193365067706317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116193365067706317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116193365067706317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/idealist.html' title='idealist.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116082963713522985</id><published>2006-10-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:56:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday.</title><content type='html'>6th Oct 2006, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I forgot to update my age in the left column to twenty three.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, just did so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the birthday wishes, coming from all over the world; Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, UK, USA and Vietnam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the birthday girl gets to decide where to have dinner. I was considering Shima Restaurant (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kobe Beef!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;), but decided against it as we kept having Japanese last year. My next choice was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at Shangri-La. We had lunch a la carte there before, but didn't have the chance to try their buffet at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$237.75 was the total bill for 3 of us. Dinner buffet. Pricey, but delicious and lots of variety!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy doesn't mind anyways. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to try their Champagne Brunch Buffet with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th Oct 2006, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;My babes decided to have a belated birthday dinner for me. So sweet of them! As usual, lots of laughs and just a really good time. Oon, yes I know you love sausages. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui had to leave straight after dinner to go for a BBQ, but Oon, Sujuan and I headed over to TCC for coffee! Checked out some fashion magazines and had a long chit chat. It suddenly hit me, how much I've missed talking to them. I'm glad that we had the time to meet up. Let's try to do it more often yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents presents! Thanks going out to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy: Black Prada Wallet. Honestly, I don't need a new wallet. I like my pink Elle one, but Daddy bought this on his own, so I'll just use it. However, I must say that I love the red packet he gave. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy: Juicy Couture Clutch. I saw this online, so my Mum went to the store and bought it for me! Got my brother to bring it back with him from San Francisco. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erik: Handphone Chain and Swatch Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alphonsus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the strawberry tart! You're still supposed to eat half! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/tart2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/200/tart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Andee and Ben Wee&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reminding me that I'm growing old. Haha. Anyways, what's with you guys?! Both asking me to hurry up and get married... If it was that easy, I would already be married by now. Like I said, I've got to find the right guy first! Hee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116082963713522985?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116082963713522985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116082963713522985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116082963713522985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116082963713522985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116192770532455417</id><published>2006-10-15T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:11:47.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th october.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="330" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: October 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be the rock in relationships - people depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful and caring, you often put others' needs first.&lt;br /&gt;You aren't content to help those you know... you want to give to the world.&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, you strive for positive change and dream about how much better things could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You put yourself last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm partially true? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff007f;"&gt;I must admit that the rose colour is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116192770532455417?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116192770532455417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116192770532455417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116192770532455417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116192770532455417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/6th-october.html' title='6th october.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116081902392304567</id><published>2006-10-14T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T22:46:51.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night shopping.</title><content type='html'>The last friday of the month is a special day for us girls because there's late night shopping! Certain stores and shopping centres open till midnight. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met my babes and hit the town! Bought a killer red dress from one of the stores at Far East. Hehe. We finally dragged ourselves to NYDC at Heeren for a drink after it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad Oon couldn't join us, but despair not! There's still Oct and Nov. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116081902392304567?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116081902392304567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116081902392304567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116081902392304567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116081902392304567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-night-shopping.html' title='late night shopping.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116079945222020080</id><published>2006-10-14T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:49:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116079945222020080?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116079945222020080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116079945222020080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116079945222020080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116079945222020080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116054278585198017</id><published>2006-10-14T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T19:04:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings.</title><content type='html'>Some people may be offended after reading this. Some people may agree with what I have to say. Either way, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. This is just something that I was thinking about one day. Read on if you think you're open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guy's point of view, we girls get wined and dined, pampered with lovely gifts, treated like a princess, who wouldn't want to be a girl. Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making out. I'm not saying that being physical is totally wrong. Heh, most of us are not forced into having to do something. Besides, girls do enjoy themselves and have fun too. But if you seriously think about it, can you guys really "repay" us for that? Can all the materialistic possessions in the world really cover all that we let you guys do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say that I'm jaded. Perhaps? Just little thoughts running through my mind that I thought I should throw out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116054278585198017?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116054278585198017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116054278585198017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116054278585198017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116054278585198017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/musings.html' title='musings.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116079953597777486</id><published>2006-10-14T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:38:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell.</title><content type='html'>We had a cooking session at Ben's house, a farewell dinner for him with his relatives. That's when I met Elizabeth Teh. She's the most adorable girl! So bubbly and cheerful! Let's hang out soon sweetie! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060805_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060805_0733.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060805_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060805_0734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060805_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060805_0735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060805_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060805_0736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little something we made for Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knight has returned to his studies. It's sad to watch a friend leave, but I'm glad that he's enjoying his adventures right now. Don't forget us, you're dearly missed here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116079953597777486?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116079953597777486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116079953597777486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116079953597777486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116079953597777486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell.html' title='farewell.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115726452750608624</id><published>2006-10-14T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:24:44.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting a girl's number.</title><content type='html'>Guys;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from Han in Tokyo Drift. That's the way to get a girl's number. Heh, if a guy who looks as cool as him did a drift round me in a RX7, I'd definitely give him my number. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5SUG8BAs1Q" width="325" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115726452750608624?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115726452750608624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115726452750608624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115726452750608624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115726452750608624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-girls-number.html' title='getting a girl&apos;s number.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115606376336944962</id><published>2006-10-14T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:44:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liquid room.</title><content type='html'>A little late for these photos, but I figured I should still post them as it was the last time that I went clubbing with Ben and the clubbing crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060715_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060715_0596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060715_0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060715_0597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060715_0599.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060715_0599.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060715_0600.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060715_0600.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060715_0601.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060715_0601.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060716_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060716_0602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son did something a little disappointing that night, something I warned him about. I expected more from him, but oh well, that's in the past now. I seriously hope that he has learned his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must be wondering what's with the photo of the cup noodles. It's here for a reason. A good thing that came about from that night perhaps. Haha. My dear babe, Elke, introduced me to the wonders of Chilli Crab cup noodles after clubbing. Delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115606376336944962?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115606376336944962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115606376336944962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115606376336944962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115606376336944962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/liquid-room.html' title='liquid room.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116080168517775847</id><published>2006-10-14T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:57:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's birthday.</title><content type='html'>August was full of family birthday celebrations; my daddy, my son, my jie.&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at a chinese restaurant recommended by my dad's friend. Yummy yummy! By the way, you finally get to see what my brother looks like. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116080168517775847?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116080168517775847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116080168517775847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116080168517775847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116080168517775847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/daddys-birthday.html' title='daddy&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-116080111825514344</id><published>2006-10-14T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:47:35.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wilson's birthday.</title><content type='html'>It appears that I've somehow become a mummy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry these are so late, but once again Happy 21st Birthday my dearez son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-116080111825514344?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/116080111825514344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=116080111825514344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116080111825514344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/116080111825514344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/10/wilsons-birthday.html' title='wilson&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115667726461255236</id><published>2006-09-03T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:35:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings.</title><content type='html'>"It's not worth winning if you don't have to fight for it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115667726461255236?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115667726461255236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115667726461255236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115667726461255236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115667726461255236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/09/musings.html' title='musings.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115669397213639191</id><published>2006-08-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:56:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>possibly another weekend to forget.</title><content type='html'>Lies.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake.&lt;br /&gt;It won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute cancellations.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how much more I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this weekend I managed to have dinner with a close friend and a much needed chat with another close friend. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need the courage...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115669397213639191?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115669397213639191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115669397213639191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115669397213639191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115669397213639191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/possibly-another-weekend-to-forget.html' title='possibly another weekend to forget.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115608605331402979</id><published>2006-08-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:34:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend to forget.</title><content type='html'>Felt awfully deserted this weekend. Friends cancelled on plans. Everyone had something to do, even my dad. Stayed home, big mistake, but better than going out alone. Just waiting for everything to go numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a very special gal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone was busy with their own lives, you remembered me. you'll never know how much that meant to me. you're my cheerleader. thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for your test tmr! you can do it, i believe in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115608605331402979?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115608605331402979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115608605331402979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115608605331402979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115608605331402979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-to-forget.html' title='weekend to forget.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115606361446208324</id><published>2006-08-14T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:17:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yiting; taiwanese gangster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/13470938865467l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/13470938865467l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yiting's different looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know Yiting through Maple Story. He was still studying in Los Angeles then. We decided to meet up in San Francisco as the timing was just nice; I was going to visit my mum and he needed to be there to handle some family stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice of him to bring me around San Francisco. Did you know that for his birthday, he brought Lynette and I to a strip club. So fun! Hahaha. I miss going for rides in his convertible and eating kobe beef at japantown!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Taiwanese but studied here in Singapore, then in L.A. and just left for Australia. This smart guy got a scholarship at UNSW to do his MBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why gangster, because he can pull off the attitude and he has the right connections. So don't mess around with him yeah! I've only seen him act that way in Maple Story when we're annoying the little kids. Hehe. But he's actually a really nice guy, loves going out and having fun with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He absolutely loves chocolate chip cookies. He finished the whole container I gave him within a few hours. Haha. It's because of him that I got to know Lynette. So thanks a lot! Hehe. All the best for your studies and I'll see you when you're back at the end of the year yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/3247797474070l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/3247797474070l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So adorable! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115606361446208324?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115606361446208324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115606361446208324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115606361446208324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115606361446208324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/yiting-taiwanese-gangster.html' title='yiting; taiwanese gangster.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115649215758163298</id><published>2006-08-14T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:18:28.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maple story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/illust_monster_ribbonpig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/illust_monster_ribbonpig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple Story; Maple; MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette. Yiting. Liana. Kenny jie. Kelly Ann. Ben. Katie. Willie kor. Ang CC. Ang CK. Kelvin. Steve. Huifang mei. Fiona mei. Kaixian mei. Kasther. Amelia. Caleb di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I was really crazy about the game. Mind you, there are quite a lot of people around my age that play the game. I got to know a few of them in the game and it became more of login to chat or to disturb the younger punks rather than to level up. We were quite a close knit group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main bulk of players consisted of Primary to Secondary School students. There are a lot of "ah bengs" or gangster wannabes, really childish actually. Not happy, they would challenge us to meet them outside and fight and they would claim to be from some Ang Mo Kio or Hougang gang. Seriously hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their command of English was atrocious, not forgetting the vulgarities in dialect and the Singaporean slang. We need only talk in proper English for them to get totally confused at what we're trying to say. We loved our "verbal wars" 'cause those youngsters just never got it. Our source of entertainment when we're bored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are adults who play the game even. I've walked past LAN shops and noticed "uncles", possibly in their thirties or forties, playing MS. It's quite funny watching someone their age play a 2D cartoon game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the chance to meet up with some of my friends in real life and I'll probably try to meet up with the others if they ever come to Singapore. There was someone, I can't be bothered to mention his name, who was strongly against me meeting up with the friends I had made in MS. His belief was that online friends should remain online friends. It's a good thing I didn't listen to him, if not I wouldn't have made such great friends! I don't play the game anymore, but there are a few that I still keep in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, playing games aren't totally useless and a waste of time. You never know just who you might happen to meet yeah. I've heard of people who met up, romance blossomed, they end up getting married and it all started through the game. But please be &lt;strong&gt;careful&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt; about meeting people alright! Happy gaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115649215758163298?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115649215758163298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115649215758163298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115649215758163298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115649215758163298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/maple-story.html' title='maple story.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115550536793095122</id><published>2006-08-14T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:44:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>san francisco; nov - jan.</title><content type='html'>This is long overdue, the photos from San Francisco. The first of my many travels, I hope. I went there in early November 2005 to visit my mum. Stayed for nearly three months. I touched down in Singapore a few days before Chinese New Year 2006. It was a good break for me, but there were times when I felt terribly lonely. Missed my sis, my friends, the local food. It's weird, but I really missed Zouk's Mambo too. Couldn't wait to get back and go clubbing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0013.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0013.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was full moon a few days after I arrived. The view was so &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;, I just had to take a photo of it. I had full-length windows facing the valley. The lights at the bottom of the photo are from the houses in the valley. The train of lights in the middle right side are from the cars on the freeway. Yeah I could see one of the freeways from my window. Pretty cool yeah. You can get a clearer idea of the landscape from the photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0023.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0030.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0030.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so quiet, so different from Singapore. The only noise you ever heard was when a car drove by or a plane flew over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0031.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0031.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0032.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0032.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's winter season roughly from late Nov to early Feb. San Francisco doesn't get snow, unless you go further north or up the mountains, but they do have fog late at night or early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would wake up really early around 6 or 7am, possibly coz of the cold, run to the toilet then back to bed and hide under the blanket for a few more hours. Then one morning in Dec, I looked out the window and saw this; the sun peeking out through the fog, the warm colours splashing across the sky, whole valley covered in fog, only the tallest trees showing on the surrounding hill side. It's amazing, a work of art. His creations are truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;m a g n i f i c e n t .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken in the evening. Yeah that's the moon. You can even see the reflection on the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0043.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0043.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0047.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum, me and my step cousin(is that correct or is it just cousin?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Lynette and Yiting at the Jap restaurant in Japantown that has fantastic Kobe Beef!!! You can't see Yiting coz he's taking the photo for us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0125.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yiting's beloved "yellow shooting star". Love his license plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0123.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0123.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out Lynette's boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0124.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0124.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll never forget; driving top down on sunny days, blasting techno and eurobeat, speeding along the freeway at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0126.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0126.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrated Yiting's birthday in Jan. 24 years old, so old already! Hahaha. Ok I better not anyhow say, I'm not that young also. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0129.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0129.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a Chinese New Year-cum-birthday-cum-farewell steamboat dinner before I left San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two pots. We youngsters handled the spicy stuff. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0137.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0137.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinatown. Lynette and I bought that same pink Guess bag at different times. Great minds think alike! Hehe. I love that black JLo trench coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0139.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0139.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how the city is divided into little squares. There are a lot of one way streets, but its easy to navigate round that becoz of the square layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0143.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0143.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most crooked street in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0154.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0154.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Narcissist me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/IMG_0155.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/IMG_0155.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;San Francisco City skyline. My hair's a mess coz we're on a ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/Christmas%20Lights%202005%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/Christmas%20Lights%202005%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my mum outside a brilliantly lit house. The exterior is full of Christmas lights and decorations and the interior is full of dolls and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/outings%20Dec%202005%20038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/outings%20Dec%202005%20038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lovely neighbours. These were taken at their house on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/outings%20Dec%202005%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/outings%20Dec%202005%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were having a party, but I couldn't stay for long, coz Yiting, Lynette and I were going to a Paul Van Dyk party! Absolutely love the top I was wearing, but you can't see it coz of the trench coat. So here are some photos of it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSCF0042.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSCF0042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eek, I look fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSCF0044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSCF0044.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum's friend, Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSCF0047.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSCF0047.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the portions! No wonder I gained weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSCF0050.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSCF0050.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last photo before I left San Francisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in San Francisco, go eat at the Cheesecake Factory at Union Square. It's on the rooftop above Macy's. It's freezing at night, but you'll love the view and ambience; people hurrying from place to place, Tiffany's across the street, there's just something special about that place. You have to try their Godiva Chocolate Martini and chocolate cheesecakes, decadent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the weather, the trench coats and the boots! Haha. Miss my mum and her cooking, the friendly people, the fast cars, the silence and tranquility, even the cows grazing by the freeway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will visit again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115550536793095122?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115550536793095122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115550536793095122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115550536793095122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115550536793095122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/san-francisco-nov-jan.html' title='san francisco; nov - jan.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115550087002677952</id><published>2006-08-14T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:33:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things you shouldn't sleep with.</title><content type='html'>Please pay special attention to the last point. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH&lt;br /&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. Though small, if you wear your watch to bed for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in America have discovered that those that wear bras for more than 12 hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. So go to bed without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE&lt;br /&gt;Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, please put the phone as far as possible. Scientists have proven that electrical items including mobile phones and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore, if you&lt;br /&gt;need to put your mobile phone near you, switch it off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing and problem in perspiring. You will also need a much longer time to go into deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE / HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;You may never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115550087002677952?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115550087002677952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115550087002677952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115550087002677952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115550087002677952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/5-things-you-shouldnt-sleep-with.html' title='5 things you shouldn&apos;t sleep with.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115527534548546483</id><published>2006-08-11T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:05:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus.</title><content type='html'>can't focus.&lt;br /&gt;lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;jumbled up thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;endless list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of it all, this song plays in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocR1FCgS-1A" width="375" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna hit my heart?&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna leave me once again?&lt;br /&gt;baby, don't you hit my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;are you gonna make me cry again?&lt;br /&gt;baby, don't you break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can tell i can't focus because i'm blogging at work. hehe. anyways, august is turning out to be a busy, busy month. had a major down period, but i'm picking up the pieces. bear with me while i settle back into this carnival and finally get down to posting everything but first, clubbing anyone? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115527534548546483?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115527534548546483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115527534548546483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115527534548546483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115527534548546483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/focus.html' title='focus.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115514108495782342</id><published>2006-08-10T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T03:25:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5kClqMyIG4" width="375" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tell me you &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;excite&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dazzle&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bring me to my knees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no gift like a christmas gift from &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;victoria's secret&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;tell me there's no other &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; in the world like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115514108495782342?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115514108495782342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115514108495782342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115514108495782342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115514108495782342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/tell-me.html' title='tell me.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115306677459236445</id><published>2006-08-03T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:22:42.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elke's &amp; audrey's tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Currents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired.&lt;br /&gt;Current Taste: dried orange zest.&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: black sleeveless blouse, light pink pants and undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: how to lose a guy in 10 days movie wallpaper (my wallpaper changes every 5 minutes though).&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Colour: normal colour, no paint.&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 12:34am.&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: having to suppress my overwhelming desire to be nocturnal and squelch my dissatisfaction at not being able to find anything nice while shopping earlier with my jies.&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: happy birthday my beloved jie! mine's next. 23, sighz. i'm amazed at how old and how young i feel at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: erm i can't rmb which one came first. could have been this particular girl who attended the same kindergarten and later mgs primary as well or could have been my mum's good friend's daughter. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: my kor! let's see, i was in secondary school and he was in his twenties. such a sweet gentlemanly guy, pampering me and such. how not to have a crush on him? first time im telling anyone about it and im broadcasting it on my blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;First Music: erm erm... "this is the song that doesn't end, it goes on and on my friend. some pple started singing it not knowing what it was and they'll continue singing it forever juz because... this is the song that doesn't end....." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: tried a puff while clubbing one night.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: alcoholic - long island tea / non alcoholic - iced latte.&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: eh i don't rmb my last crush, outgrew all that puppy love. oh oh wait, i rmb now, my xiao mei's brother, haha. she told him later on and he couldn't believe that i liked him previously. come to think of it, i can't believe that i used to like him either, haha. nah he's not that bad. no offense hun.&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie: the lake house. absolutely loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: my dearest sis.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: i don't buy CDs but my friend passed me Jay Chou's November Chopin album in mp3 format if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: isn't ur significant other supposed to be ur best friend as well?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: yeah definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: apparently yes without even knowing it. my ex-colleagues told me that they saw me in some chinese show about singaporean women.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: nope. at the very least, i'll know his or her name. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: pink and black striped earrings, black sleeveless blouse, light pink pants, undergarments and estee lauder's pleasures (told you i like to colour coordinate).&lt;br /&gt;4 things you have done today: work, decide what hairstyle to do next, window shop, spend quality time with my jies.&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: celine dion's because you loved me from my dad's room, benassi bros' hit my heart from my laptop and wang lee hom's kiss goodbye from my sis' room.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you're bored: wonder why they skipped the question for 2 things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115306677459236445?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115306677459236445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115306677459236445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115306677459236445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115306677459236445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/08/elkes-audreys-tag.html' title='elke&apos;s &amp; audrey&apos;s tag.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115316074503403380</id><published>2006-07-27T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:24:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Six weird facts/things/habits about yourself:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name. My parents are more westernized and didn't include a chinese name. For example, Ben's full name is Benjamin Teh Jin Liang. Whereas all you see on my birth certificate is Desiree Anne Tee. In fact, they didn't even give me a chinese name till I started schooling and needed one. I think if it wasn't a requirement, I probably wouldn't have a chinese name now. - Desiree because it means desired and I'm the first child. Anne because they felt that Desiree Tee sounded weird and it's also my mum's name. I love my name and my parents for giving me such a name! By the way, my sister's full name is somewhat similar, Denise Su-Ann Tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My colour coordination. If you observe my attire, usually three of the following items are the same colour - top or bottom/jacket or shawl/hair accessory/earrings/hand bag/shoes. As a result, if I really like something, I might buy it in a few different colours to accommodate my colour coordination. For example, my strappy high heels from U.R.S.; I bought all 3 colours - red, white and black. If you ever see me wearing mismatched clothing, either I'm really troubled by something or I've become colour blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My style of eating. I'm not sure about this because I don't notice my reflection while I'm eating, but I can tell you what friends have said. Apparently, I have an abnormal way of eating compared to the typical Singaporean. I think my friend was trying to say that it's rather ladylike. Another friend said that the way I eat makes the food I'm eating look so utterly delicious that he wants to eat it too. *shrugs* I guess I live to eat, not eat to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My love for bread. White, brown, wholemeal, wholegrain, wheatgerm, sourdough; focaccia, pitas, naan, dosai, tortillas, ciabatta, bagels, baguettes, rolls, crepes, pizzas, biscuits, pretzels and many, many more. There is something intoxicating about going into a bakery and breathing in the fragrance of freshly baked bread. Have you ever tried freshly baked bread? A crunchy crust with a warm, soft and chewy centre, mm mmm... heavenly. I've even "snacked" on freshly baked plain, white bread and finished the whole loaf before I knew it. It might seem crazy, but to me, it's about appreciating the good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nails. I used to bite my nails when I was younger. Adults always say that you'll end up with ugly looking nails, but mine aren't. Surprisingly, my nails turned out rather nice. To top it off, I can keep them nice and long and still wash my clothes, cook and bake, without any trouble at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My obsession with high-heeled shoes. It doesn't matter that I'm considered tall for a Singaporean girl and that I don't need to wear heels to improve my height or to give the illusion of long legs. Nor does it matter that I've fallen down stairs and gotten a bruise the size of my hand or gotten into countless other embarrassing situations because of my high heels. Nonetheless, I still love buying and wearing high heels and I don't think I'll ever stop. So to all the guys out there who are shorter than me, if you aren't okay with the fact that I'm taller than you, then don't even bother approaching me, coz I'll always be taller than you. (I know... I'm such a bitch yeah.) =p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't really feel that these things are weird, maybe unique would be a better word. After all, it's just part and parcel of being me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115316074503403380?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115316074503403380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115316074503403380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115316074503403380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115316074503403380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/weird.html' title='weird.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115380559362361609</id><published>2006-07-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:21:37.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping well these past few weeks. I think I'm falling ill and losing my voice yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Fell down the stairs at work resulting in a cut on my right shin, a bruise next to my right knee and another bigger bruise (roughly the same size as the container of Zam-Buk) on my left shin.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bruise I got the last time I went to MoS? It hurts, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove past Seletar Reservoir on the way to work. There was something very tranquil about the "lake", the water sprinklers gently watering the Orchid Country Club Golf Course, the white fluffy clouds scattered across the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my father and sister. Strange how we each seem to be going through something somewhat similar.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so tired of it all. Sometimes I feel like I want to sleep and never wake up. Maybe that way I won't feel anything. Then again, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115380559362361609?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115380559362361609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115380559362361609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115380559362361609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115380559362361609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115304236614839546</id><published>2006-07-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:55:58.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ministry of sound.</title><content type='html'>Nightclub.&lt;br /&gt;"An establishment that stays open late at night and provides food, drink, entertainment, and music for dancing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/aud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/aud1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lights have been set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/ee7a6d4a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/ee7a6d4a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The decor prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dancefloor beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060401_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060401_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our feet awaken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;part one;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060401_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060401_0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben. Calvin. Wilson. Joanna. Elke. Me. Bryan. Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060401_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060401_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gayfather alone is crazy. Put these four together and you will be swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060401_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060401_0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilling is their forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060331_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060331_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ladies, minus Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060331_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060331_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gentlemen. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060331_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060331_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I might say so, a lady and her knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060331_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060331_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dance partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060401_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060401_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levi's underwear. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060401_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060401_0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dawn. A perfect beginning to a lovely ending or a perfect ending to a lovely beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave that up to you.&lt;br /&gt;"Every beginning ends some thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;31st March. 1st time I went to MoS. Left early around 2am because I didn't feel comfortable, but glad I went anyways. Made some awesome friends and formed the clubbing crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;part two;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson. Joshua. Elke. Audrey. Ben. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/CIMG1052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/CIMG1052.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday babe and her stunning outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/ee7a6d72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/ee7a6d72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua &amp; Elke? Definitely! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben &amp; I? Haha rite... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey &amp; Wilson? o.O Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clubbing tradition: one for the guys and one for the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/ee7a6ed6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/ee7a6ed6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson is the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060615_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060615_0360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also insisted on being in every photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060614_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060614_0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even when we were trying to get one of the hunky number seven alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060615_0359.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060615_0359.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lovely memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/ee7a6eaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/ee7a6eaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elke grimacing, but still looking extremely babelicious while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/ee7a6d58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/ee7a6d58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey, Ben and I having a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/ee7a6d36.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/ee7a6d36.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we gals realised that we could do better without the poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060615_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060615_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realised that I'm wearing the T-shirt that was looking at Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060615_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060615_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060615_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060615_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Secrets for the chocoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14th June. Elke's 16th birthday. 2nd time at MoS. Ladies night. Unforgettable memories before, during and after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;part three;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060709_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060709_0559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me. Elke. Keane. Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Ben Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided not to get coffee. For Ben's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elke and Ben convinced me to be the first on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I regretted it the second I stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But they helped ease my awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we had fun for a while, before it started getting crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were entertaining moments. The screaming girls and annoying guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060709_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060709_0557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hilarious dancers and awkward ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060709_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060709_0555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060708_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060708_0552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060709_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060709_0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking good babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8th July. 3rd time at MoS. Had fun in the beginning, but didn't end too well. Got stepped on the same spot a few times by girls clad in high heels. Still have a red bruise to show for it. A little too crowded for my liking. Went down to PartyWorld at Shenton Way to accompany Lynette after. Yiting's personal friend, Jeff Wang, was there with his girlfriend. Great company and lots of laughs, but unfortunately I couldn't appreciate it. Thoughts filled my mind and sadness filled my heart. Perhaps I should just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115304236614839546?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115304236614839546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115304236614839546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115304236614839546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115304236614839546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/ministry-of-sound.html' title='ministry of sound.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115246504276384891</id><published>2006-07-10T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:14:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy tale.</title><content type='html'>Beneath the starry sky, a princess sits by the beach, deep in thought. There she waits for someone, her prince. Perhaps she'll spend the rest of her life waiting. Perhaps she's already met him. Perhaps she's made a mistake by starting a fairy tale. After all, fairy tales are all lies. It's only a matter of time before she wakes up and realises that it's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.souting.com/Lyrics/91168.htm"&gt;A wish.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115246504276384891?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115246504276384891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115246504276384891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115246504276384891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115246504276384891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/fairy-tale.html' title='fairy tale.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115246456185347706</id><published>2006-07-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:29:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>table bbq/steamboat.</title><content type='html'>Dinner at Marina South with the gang - Elke &amp; Joshua, Audrey, Joanna, Michelle, Ben and Wilson. Organised by Wilson who set the time to meet from 6-7pm. Don't ask me why. He ended up being the last to arrive. Too much food and loads of laughter. Lots of jokes flying across the table. Hilarious times. (Stole some photos from Ben's blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to cut and clean the crabs ourselves. Interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson bought napkins and bottled drinks. Ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben not being careful and burning his tongue in the process. Funny moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02546.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sexy lady, Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060703_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060703_0525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was fascinated by my Tinkerbell earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy babes, Michelle and Joanna, who both happen to love eating liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060703_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060703_0524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson was peeling prawns for the ladies and enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060703_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060703_0526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, he's definitely feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060703_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060703_0530.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sweet couple, Joshua &amp; Elke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clubbing babes. Reunited at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115246456185347706?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115246456185347706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115246456185347706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115246456185347706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115246456185347706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/table-bbqsteamboat.html' title='table bbq/steamboat.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115246292152973060</id><published>2006-07-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:55:26.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phuture.</title><content type='html'>Friday. 30th June. Clubbing, clubbing, clubbing. This little adventure took place at Phuture with the usual gang, some friends and a few extras. I was a little surprised that my dad didn't say anything when I left the house. You'll know what I mean when you see the photos below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Crew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0452.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0436.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060701_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060701_0483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary Ann &amp; Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prabu &amp; Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wilson's friends were there to celebrate Blaq's birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blaq, Andrew, Wilson &amp; Toad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Down a couple of shots to get the party started.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0466.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smiles all around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0445.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wilson was getting it on (only for him, it was with both the ladies and guys and yes, you should believe what his t-shirt says).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0462.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0458.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So was Ben.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And even Audrey!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The narcissist. There's one in all of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0457.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lovely couple, Elke &amp; Joshua. Sweetness!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060630_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060630_0480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Break for supper and back to clubbing! Just kidding. Audrey was thinking of it though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060701_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060701_0491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Father, please forgive us, for we've been naughty girls."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/20060701_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/20060701_0489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were but I think we were just trying to escape into a little world where we could forget everything and just have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115246292152973060?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115246292152973060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115246292152973060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115246292152973060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115246292152973060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/phuture.html' title='phuture.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115245655348794615</id><published>2006-07-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:49:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jade; partner in crime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovely lady is the one I got the closest to while working at my temporary job. She's always smiling, ready for a good laugh and gossip. She's also my partner in crime because we snuck out of the office to spy on someone. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would get a little draggy at work, so we tend to circulate interesting emails to liven up the mood. One afternoon, we received an email from Jade with the subject, Taking Sick Leave. Initially, we all thought that she was going to do so, until we read the rest of it. This is what was in the email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take leave.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY" then he would tell me to take a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;So I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker asked me what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was a light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days".&lt;br /&gt;I jumped down and walked out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;When my co-worker followed me, the Boss asked her, "... And where do you think you're going?"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just a little example of the things we needed to keep ourselves entertained at work. I'm glad I met you, Jade Wong, and I hope that we'll keep in touch. Take care of yourself and hope to see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115245655348794615?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115245655348794615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115245655348794615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115245655348794615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115245655348794615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/jade-partner-in-crime.html' title='jade; partner in crime.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115245286790863247</id><published>2006-07-09T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:48:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indian princess.</title><content type='html'>If you noticed my sidebar, it says The Indian Princess. No, I don't have any indian blood so don't get me wrong. There's a reason why I chose to put that and only a few know why, so I thought I had better clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all started with Ben calling me lady d. Read &lt;a href="http://thisisnotmynewblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/desiree-tee.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; if you want to know why. Wilson followed suit by saying that I seem like a princess from somewhere and so Ben asked him, which country might that be. Wilson said India. Don't ask me why. It's so random but that's Wilson for you. By the way, I still don't get the t-rex thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the indian princess. Coincidentally, there's another little story behind it. When you call for a taxi, your name and contact number will also appear on the little screen for the driver to refer to. Well, I've been told countless times that I have a rather unique name. To my horror, there actually were a few cabbies who thought Desiree is an indian name. So they were looking out for an indian girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so there you have it. Well it's mainly because of you, Wilson, so you should be honoured yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115245286790863247?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115245286790863247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115245286790863247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115245286790863247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115245286790863247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/indian-princess.html' title='indian princess.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115187582688444617</id><published>2006-07-03T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:31:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uniformed men.</title><content type='html'>NS; guys with the same hairstyle and the same green uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that Ben and Wilson look absolutely adorable in their uniforms! Doesn't matter that Ben doesn't like his uniform, I have one word for it, kawaii! Hehe. And yes, it's too bad that I didn't take a photo with the both of them, but it's ok because I have till August to find a way. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wonders of TopMan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson was upset that Ben was eating his ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02504.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02504.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Army clerk's uniform at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115187582688444617?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115187582688444617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115187582688444617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115187582688444617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115187582688444617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/uniformed-men.html' title='uniformed men.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115187564867660745</id><published>2006-07-03T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:33:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wilson; gayfather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; Gayfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard people say that nobody makes a better woman than a gay man. Hmm I can't say I agree but this guy will definitely rock your world. Haha. Don't believe me? Just go clubbing with him once and you'll understand what I mean. Look out for my next few posts on his cool new shirt and our clubbing adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson is definitely an interesting guy to be around. I had the privilege of being introduced to him the first time I went to Ministry Of Sound. Heed this warning, all ye faint-hearted; if you're meeting Wilson for the first time, make sure it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; while clubbing. Ignore this and you may suffer the consequences for the rest of your life. You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I am glad that I got to know him because he makes life so much more interesting. We always have such entertaining conversations, though sometimes you might feel like strangling him or maybe strangling yourself so that you won't have to endure it. Haha, I'm just kidding. I know you're feeling a little depressed and out of it, a little envious of the rest of us. But we all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do have&lt;/span&gt; our ups and downs, so hang in there, we're &lt;u&gt;here for you&lt;/u&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words to describe Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;enacious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;dacious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe he's actually a man playing a woman playing a man. Get it? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever the case, Wilson Quah, you're THE man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115187564867660745?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115187564867660745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115187564867660745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115187564867660745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115187564867660745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/wilson-gayfather.html' title='wilson; gayfather.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115187488540063322</id><published>2006-07-03T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:38:19.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiang oon; jie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Hiang Oon for like erm... 16 years!?! Wahaha. Has it really been that long? Time sure flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know Hiang Oon in Primary 1 because we used to take the same school bus. We didn't talk much then, but the two things I remember clearly are her nickname and the bus driver. Her nickname (which I will refrain from mentioning), because it wasn't a particularly nice one and the bus driver, because he was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to stay in Pasir Ris and at that time, MGS Primary was at Balestier, which meant that I was the first to get picked up and the last to reach home. Guess what happened... the bus driver would oversleep and due to the tight schedule, he would skip my stop and go straight to the second stop. Thank goodness we had a car, so my mum could still send me to another friend's place where I would board the bus with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked for an explanation, the bus driver simply said that his alarm clock wasn't working. This happened on more than one occasion, until my mum became quite angry about it. So she bought him an alarm clock. Too bad for him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiang Oon and I only became much closer friends later on in secondary school and I'm so very glad that we did! She's my jie because her birthday is on the 1st of August (before mine) and because I simply adore her. We were in different classes in Sec. 3 &amp; 4, but every morning before flag-raising, I would drop by her classroom and watch as she and my other jie, Jacqui, scrambled to copy homework before the bell rang. Haha. Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're all grown up and have become young ladies. Maybe I'll post a photo taken of us when we were in sec. school for you to see the difference. I'll think about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest jie, just to let you know that I treasure all the memories and especially the recipe for chocolate chip cookies! Hehe. May you be happy always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were on our way to Orchard to do some shopping during lunch break because Zara was having a sale. She noticed my Precious Moments ez-link card and wanted to take a photo with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/200/DSC02535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sweetest Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/200/DSC02537.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As promised. This was taken when we were in Sec. 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115187488540063322?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115187488540063322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115187488540063322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115187488540063322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115187488540063322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiang-oon-jie.html' title='hiang oon; jie.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115162904362866157</id><published>2006-06-30T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:48:13.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move.</title><content type='html'>I was feeling a little wired yesterday afternoon and getting myself worked up over little things. Might have been because I had just taken my medication, or because today is my last day at HBO+EMTB and I'm going to miss all of them, or because I just think too much. I needed to get my mind off all this, so I simply played my current favourite techno/dance song, set it to repeat and listened to it the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever come across a song whereby you can just imagine what you should be doing while listening to it? Well, that's what happened to me when I first listened to Come Together by Move. This song falls under my "blasting" list; the kind I would definitely want to blast while I'm driving in a convertible with the top down, the wind sweeping my hair back, wearing a cool pair of shades, and just cruising along the highway. No, I'm not an "ah lian" and if you think that I'm just being a "poser", that's too bad for you. I just enjoy eurobeat, jap techno/rock songs and dance songs in general. Check it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcjbEV1tuzI" width="375" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Together by Move.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really fancy the video. The opening is interesting but that's about it. It's the song I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/588hovvMxUM" width="375" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out Of Control by Move.&lt;br /&gt;This music video is cool! Interesting concept. Don't care much for the song itself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of their songs are in the Japanese Anime, Initial D. Maybe that's why I like them so much. Nice cars, awesome driving, fast songs, how can you beat that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115162904362866157?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115162904362866157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115162904362866157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115162904362866157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115162904362866157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/move.html' title='move.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115164344285623687</id><published>2006-06-30T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:57:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world.</title><content type='html'>"People often complain about what a small world we've got.&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have it small and have met you than to have it so big, but missed knowing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, muahz! The weekend is finally here! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115164344285623687?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115164344285623687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115164344285623687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115164344285623687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115164344285623687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/small-world.html' title='small world.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115163295402443900</id><published>2006-06-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:40:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joanna; sweetie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We look good. Wouldn't you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Thursday at work, I was in the ladies when I noticed that the girl behind me looked familiar. Imagine my astonishment when she turned around and it was Joanna! It turns out that she's serving her internship at the law firm in the next unit. How coincidental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first introduced to Joanna earlier this year when we went clubbing at Ministry Of Sound. However, she seemed vaguely familiar and when we had a girl session over lunch on Wednesday, we realised that we are connected in more ways than one. This is our little web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Shaun, one of Joanna's ex boyfriends. His father and mine used to be colleagues and our younger brothers were in the same class in ACJS and later in the same secondary school, ACS Barker. I might have even seen Shaun around since I was in Methodist Girls' School, the sister school of ACS. But the first time I really saw him was at his father's wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and Shaun used to be from BPMC and they moved to Riverlife. This is where I really got to know Shaun as my ex boyfriend, Roy, was good friends with him. After which, Roy and I moved to BPMC where I met Ben and Elke. In the midst of this, I got to know Joanna's good friend, Sophie, when we were both working at DHL. Things didn't work out with Roy, so I moved back to Riverlife, where I would occasionally bump into Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing is that throughout all these years, I never got to know Joanna! Oh well, better late than never yeah! Haha. I'm glad we were finally introduced this year and that we are getting to know each other now. Take care my sweet friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115163295402443900?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115163295402443900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115163295402443900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115163295402443900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115163295402443900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/joanna-sweetie.html' title='joanna; sweetie.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115154454543963657</id><published>2006-06-29T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T09:30:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family.</title><content type='html'>I just want to say that I love my family. Mess with anyone of them and you're going to have to deal with me. I'm not to be taken lightly and you'll find out what I'm truely capable of. Got that? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ogden Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote is so true! My sister has been sick for the past week and she passed her cough to me. As a result, I lost my voice! Not exactly very good timing as I'm supposed to go clubbing this Friday and Saturday night. Oh well, doesn't matter because I'm definitely going to party! Audrey babe, we're going to have so much fun! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115154454543963657?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115154454543963657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115154454543963657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115154454543963657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115154454543963657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/family.html' title='family.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115151371586973956</id><published>2006-06-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:53:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>denise's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;part one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ. My sister wanted to have a bbq to celebrate her birthday, but most of her friends didn't turn up and we had way too much food leftover. Having said that, she did enjoy herself and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02393.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02393.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she a sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate and Cookies &amp; Cream ice cream cake. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02394.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02394.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who else celebrated her birthday on the 23rd of June, Selma Blair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/selma-blair-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/200/selma-blair-picture-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This babe just turned 34!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;part two;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat. The three ladies present were all not feeling well, so it was up to the gentlemen to try and soothe us. My sister kept us entertained with "Days of Her Life". Alot of sad stories, but I seriously hope that the happy ones will quickly outnumber them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys did a good job of finishing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gorgeous sister, Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who did some major shopping and spent alot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My confidante and the other victim of the flu bug, Lynette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking a bit uncle-ish, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;part three;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing duck. My dad brought us to Min Jiang at Rochester Park for our family celebration. Love the ambience and the food was great! More info and photos on the place later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/25062006492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/25062006492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beijing Duck. There's a whole page in the menu on the traditional ways of eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/25062006494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/25062006494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durian Pudding, served with mango-filled springrolls. Durian lovers will absolutely adore this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/25062006495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: help; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/25062006495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mango Pudding, served with fresh fruits. How can you not love mango pudding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my dearest Denise! I hope that despite everything that isn't going well in your life, you will still be happy. I love you and I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Muahz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115151371586973956?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115151371586973956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115151371586973956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115151371586973956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115151371586973956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/denises-birthday.html' title='denise&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115108192566936617</id><published>2006-06-24T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:23:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy.</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish all the daddies out there, Happy Belated Father's Day! To my surprise, my dad actually gave me a gift when it should have been the other way around; a really cool and unexpected present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: help;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/200/DSC02418.jpg" alt="" border="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Platinum Membership at California Fitness! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you... But it seems I am overruled. So, I heartily give my consent. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to anyone less worthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mr Bennet, Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched by this sentence because I hope that I have this kind of relationship with my father; for him to say these things when my future husband and I ask for his blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that my dad is rather hip and funky. Believe it or not, people have asked if the two of us are together. So either I look really old or he looks really young, I'll leave that up to you. We haven't always been this close, especially when my parents were getting divorced and such, but I'm glad that we are now. He took a few months' leave just to look after me when I was born, isn't that so sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that he may never read this, but I just want to say, I love you daddy! You rock! Call me a daddy's girl if you wish, I don't mind. After all, every girl is her daddy's little princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/1600/DSC02334.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: help;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5524/3196/320/DSC02334.0.jpg" alt="" border="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115108192566936617?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115108192566936617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115108192566936617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115108192566936617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115108192566936617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/daddy.html' title='daddy.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115095824985416884</id><published>2006-06-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:03:13.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journey.</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader:&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a desire to create a blog, but I didn't wish to just document the normal day-to-day activities of an average female girl, so I filed the idea away for future use. Earlier this year, when I chose a different path in life, inspiration suddenly hit me; I could create a travel diary of sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the delight and excitement at being able to embark on a new project! But it was short-lived as disappointment struck yet again and my travels had to be put on hold. Undaunted by this, I decided to just go ahead and start a blog. However, I still wish to have something different, something more than just a journal. So perhaps an apt way to describe my blog would be "an elegant tapestry of quotations, musings, aphorisms, and autobiographical reflections" (James Atlas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, welcome to the journey of my life. This is for you, my dear reader. Thank you for taking the time to read through my blog. Thank you for being a part of this new chapter in my life. Lastly, but definitely not the least, to all those who have inspired me and continue to do so, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Lady D of RiverVale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115095824985416884?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115095824985416884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115095824985416884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115095824985416884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115095824985416884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey.html' title='journey.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29898870.post-115090883367820481</id><published>2006-06-22T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:53:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;love is a river, I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;life is a road, now and forever,  wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;at the beginning: donna lewis &amp; richard marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29898870-115090883367820481?l=theladyd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/feeds/115090883367820481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29898870&amp;postID=115090883367820481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115090883367820481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29898870/posts/default/115090883367820481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladyd.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-beginning.html' title='at the beginning.'/><author><name>.lady d.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803408875130663034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
